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“Aahhh~… Ah !”

Her legs shook, her shoulders and back sore from holding herself up as she dropped herself upon her master, heat coming up from her ass like wildfire as she resisted the urge to fall forward.

She could have steadied herself upon his chest with her hands, but she couldn’t. They were too busy grasping her arms behind her back, allowing her tits to be thrust forward for her master to view and toy with.

Breathing in, Summer Rose thanked whatever gods that would answer that the master’s room was airy, or she’d have fainted from the heat. High ceilings and an open room allowed the air to flow and cool her sweat. Looking up, she saw the vaulted ceilings of the chateau and the ray of light that shone through the high window above the bed.

The sting of the slap on her ass came. No rest for her, not until the master said he was done with her. “Y-yes!” She gasped, drawing from strength she didn’t know she had as she balanced herself and resumed bouncing atop her master, the head of his cock dragging against the walls of her ass as he exited.

“ Hngg .” Darkness crept around the corners of her vision at the sensation, her body clenching down both her ass and her empty pussy more in reflex than anything else.

So good. So… S-so good .

Summer’s tits bounced as she once again dropped herself upon her master, pain and pleasure dominating her senses as she was stretched wide open. The soft and squishy insides of her ass welcomed him while her sphincter clenched about the root of his cock, a tight seal made to maximize his pleasure. The way all of her was made for his pleasure.

Red hair fell about her eyes, plastered to her cheeks from the sweat while the rest fell about her upper back. Her master liked it when her hair was down. He liked to grab it when he took her from behind, to see it cover her face when she was face-down while he fucked her, see it surround her like a halo when he pressed her into the bed.

Her hips bucked atop him again, sawing his cock in and out of her, feeling her master’s largeness dominate almost every other sensation. She had to keep going. Her master still hadn’t finished.

Summer’s mouth opened in a wordless cry, drool falling from her lips and her tongue lolling out. A weight fell upon her crotch like lightning as she once again dropped upon his lap, legs and torso shaking as both her holes clenched and came. Her ass about his cock, and her pussy by itself.

It was almost painful to lift herself again. Her hips still shook and her legs could barely hold body. He scraped against her insides, heaven and hell all at once and she whimpered as the sensation and her oversensitivity prolonged her orgasm.

Her eyes were wide, but she couldn’t see. All she saw was white, hot heat, and she wished terribly that she could clutch onto something to steady her in this storm as she finished another arc and dropped down.

A scream tore through her lips as she shook again, her come squirting all over the master’s chest in another orgasm. Summer fell forward, her tits falling about her master’s face and she twitched when his teeth sank into her nipple.

She felt his hand grip the back of her head, pulling her up as she groaned.

“Ah… Continue.” His voice was labored. She didn’t know how she’d missed it, but he was close.

Knees ached as she raised herself again, another orgasm threatening to overcome her as she fucked herself upon his shaft. She tried to straighten her back but he kept hold of her head as she took her tit into his mouth again.

“P- please… ” Her voice felt small, her throat parched. “Please master. I beg of- Hnggaah! ”

She came again, now all of her shook even while her master’s hand kept her head in place and his mouth on her tit bit down so it wouldn’t move. The pain had not helped, her orgasm becoming more violent as now even her legs and arms gave up on her. Only her master’s strength kept her up.

“Ngaah.” Summer felt drool go down her chin, what little of her hair wasn’t in her master’s grasp covered the shameful look on her face, and she wondered if her master was pleased with her.

“ P-please! ” She begged, “Please, master!”

The grip against her hair tightened, pulled back. Her back arched at the unspoken command as lips broke away from her bruised nipple. “ Continue. ” He growled.

A sob overcame her as she lifted herself again, now just using her thighs and only barely managing to saw his cock in and out of her sore and well-worn asshole. She could barely get half of him in and out, the large head still scraping about her insides.

She squirted again.

“ Master ! Cum for me!” Spit fell from her mouth as she begged him, dripping from her tongue in long strings. “I need it! I need it! ”

For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt him thrust his hips up to meet her. The grip around her hair stinging as it fought against the motion. She felt his cock pulse.

Summer was getting closer!

“It’s what my ass is for!” She cried, her voice now hoarse. “It’s what all of me is for! F-for you, master!”

She was his. His slave, his toy. Holes for him to fill and destroy with his cock. And if she couldn’t even make him come, what good was she?

“C-cum for me. Cum in me.” Summer was weeping now, tears mixing with the sweat on her cheeks and the drool that ran down her breasts. Despite her begging her body was still alight, her ass filled with electricity as he thrust in and out with the little motions she could still manage while her sodden pussy rubbed against his skin and her asshole clenched about his shaft.

“Use me… Ah… Destroy me…”

His thrusting grew faster, his hand pulling her back more as he sank his teeth into her shoulder in a bite. His other hand wrapped about her hips and he pulled her down as he sat up.

“Maste-- Aaaaaah !”

Molten heat burst through her, his hot cum spurting in the deepest parts of her ass while the pain of his bite and his grip on her hair spread the sensation to the rest of her. Tits bounced, shoulders shook, legs lost themselves in her orgasm as she was finally rewarded with her master’s cum. Summer Rose had finally fulfilled her purpose.

Her hoarse scream had turned soundless before all sensation left her, the rest of her body going the way of her eyes. All was white.

~TtT~

Jaune Arc marveled at the change as Summer fell unconscious. She’d gone slack in his arms and hung limply from the hand that held her hair as her sphincter loosened about the base of his cock.

He laid back down and let her fall over him, her glorious tits smothering his face.

The woman’s ass still pleasured him, though. Hot and soft and squishy and oh so tight inside despite it all, it pulsed about him in the remnants of her orgasm, serving him even as her conscious mind couldn’t and drawing more cum from his still-hard cock.

He’d loved this. This was the most he’d pushed her since he’d started taking her. This was the most broken she’d been. He loved how she shook, love how she came apart for him even as she forced herself to bounce herself upon his cock. He loved how he could make such an older woman, a veteran huntress no less, come apart at the seams in pleasure, make her beg for not just mercy, but his cum if only to finish it because she’d been so overstimulated it had turned to a mix of pleasure and pain.

He loved the way her throat clenched around the upper half of his cock as he forced it down. How it pulsed as it tried to swallow the meat that wouldn’t move when he held her against his base, and the sweet thrumming of her throat when she started to panic from suffocation. How it made her cum for him all the same even without any hands to pleasure her pussy or her ass.

Forcing her to fuck herself upon him through orgasm after orgasm had been the icing.

Jaune was definitely making her do this again.

But the day wasn’t over, either. He flipped her over and folded her legs up against her shoulders in a mating press, enjoying the way her intestines squeezed him as he did so.

No, he felt like fucking her while she slept. See if it’d wake her then fuck her even harder if it did.

She’d asked a favor of him when she arrived today, and he’d asked for three things in return.

First was this, a fucking marathon like none they’d had before.

The second, he’d ask of her after he woke, maybe after she’d sucked him off and they’d had lunch.

The third. Oh the third excited him the most. Jaune’s cock hardening as the very idea of it caused his hips to thrust into his unconscious slave. And while her sphincter might not clench, the lovely feeling of her insides was exquisite, like hot velvet about his cock.

The third was her daughter. For Yang had apparently gotten herself in trouble trying to fix the Rose-Xiaolong’s financial issues. He couldn’t be bothered with the specifics, but she’d been threatened with a hefty fine and a mark on her record that would have gotten her barred from attending Beacon, or any other Huntsman academy, really.

So Jaune Arc would pay the fine, and make sure the mark was never put on record. His family was old and powerful, and sometimes a little bit of magic could go a long way if that wasn’t enough.

But in exchange, Yang would come to Chateau de la Brume Gris, she’d work here to pay off her debt to him and he’d take her the same way he took her mother.

Oh Jaune looked forward to that. He’d seen pictures of the girl. She was fifteen, the same age as he, and he expected they’d be going to Beacon together when the time came.

He could see it. Long blonde hair that he could hold like reins as he fucked her from behind. See it fan about her like a halo of light while he pressed down on her. Her tits, full and large like her mother’s, lactating as he changed her to his liking.

Yes, Jaune could see it. He wondered if her ass was as squishy as her mother’s. He knew Summer wasn’t her’s in truth, but he wondered all the same.

His hips were thrusting harder now, his hands pushing down on Summer’s thighs to keep them raised and her asshole accessible. He leaned in and put his weight on her, his shorter stature putting his head at her breasts while she recovered from what he’d done to her.

He smirked. Not that he’d let her. Jaune wanted to see if she’d still be sane when he was done.

But as he thrust into her velvety depths, the heat of her juices and his own cum keeping the hole slick for his use, he saw her hair turn golden and her skin turn tan.

Oh yes. He couldn’t wait .

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The first thing Summer noticed when she woke was the pain.

It was a soreness she’d become familiar with, attributed in her youth to exercise and growing in strength. Now it was a sign of how far she’d gone in service of her master.

She could still feel the heat of him, his cum filled her bowels and made her feel full in a way nothing quite could. It still leaked out of her and pooled beneath her ass, the sheets no longer able to absorb any of it.

There was a fresh soreness both there and around her lower back, and while all of her still ached, most of it had started to be smothered beneath her aura doing its work.

So he’d fucked her after she’d fainted. That also explained how fresh his semen felt inside of her, still molten. And from the way she felt herself shiver when she tried to clench herself, he’d made her cum, too, unconscious or not. It was a testament to how much he’d mastered her body. It was his more than hers now.

Her silver eyes opened to see the midday light coming through the arched window above her master’s bed. She quietly counted the seconds and the segments of the vaulted ceiling as she tried to lift herself from the puddle of hers and her master’s fluids.

Through the tightness of her arms, she’d managed to lift herself up to be seated, the cum in her ass squirting out and causing her to gasp before she’d set her eyes on the rest of the room.

Cream damask covered the walls while the floor was made of polished hardwood. She knew he preferred it to the carpet that was used in most of the rooms in the chateau because it was easier to clean.

He sat at his desk with his back to her, a dark robe decorated with autumn leaves wrapped about him as he ate. It seemed he’d had food and drink brought in after he’d tired of using her.

In times before, she’d have been mortified at the very thought of someone else seeing what he’d done to her, what he did to her on a daily basis. Now she didn’t bother. The rest of the staff seemed to not acknowledge it was happening, despite seeing her spent and broken on his bed and covered in his juices. It was always all smiles.

Summer wondered if the rest of the staff was as warped as she’d become. As warped as her master permitted her to realize she’d become.

Swinging her legs off the side of the bed, Summer tried to stand. More of the master’s hot cum spurted out from inside her to join the cooling pool that rubbed against her asscheeks. It was a challenge to stand, her legs shook while her hand took hold of the bedpost to keep herself up. She felt her master’s essence start to run down her legs even as her insides still felt full.

“Ah, you’re awake.” He didn’t turn to look at her, instead taking more of what looked to be cheese-covered chicken and putting it in his mouth.

She half-walked, half-stumbled to him. It wasn’t a long walk, but it was a testament to how much she’d been used both before and after she’d fallen unconscious that even with aura, she still felt out of it.

Each step, she felt her pussy and ass clench around empty air, the motion seeming to squeeze more of her master’s cum out of her and the beginnings of renewed arousal from her lower lips.

She’d barely managed to drop to her knees at his side when he put a glass before her, her knees protesting at the force of her impact.

“Drink. You need to rehydrate.”

The drink was mostly clear, if only lightly tinted white. It was meant to quickly replenish her fluids, and he’d make her drink a good amount of it when he permitted her to rest. Without answering, she raised it to her lips and drank.

It wasn’t cold, but it she felt sweet relief run down her throat all the same. Gulp after gulp of it she drank and before she’d realized it, she’d finished the tall glass and her eyes were on her master as she let out a satisfied sigh.

Ultramarine eyes looked down at her, twinkling with what Summer always hoped was affection as he took the glass from her and set it aside. He ignored her after that, finishing his meal while summer rested on her haunches before him.

Summer laid her head against one of the table’s legs and looked to the planks, seeing the patterns in the wood as she felt heat slowly come out of her ass and to the floor below her.

When he finished he put a hand on her head and pulled her to him, spreading his legs and showing her that the robe hadn’t been closed.

“It’s time to eat, Summer.” Her eyes looked to his flaccid cock, still shining with her juices and some of his own cum. “This is all you’ll be eating till I’m done with you, so you’d better eat your fill. You need your strength.”

She would, wouldn’t she?

And Summer Rose had to make sure she was able to serve to her full capacity.

Her tongue reached for the master’s head.

~TtT~

Jaune leaned back as he felt her take his head into her mouth, letting go of her and putting his hands on the armrests of his chair.

He’d meant what he’d said. All Summer was going to have to eat until he was done extracting his conditions from her was going to be his cum. Outside of the mixture he used to keep them hydrated, it was all he she’d have inside of her in the near future, a true receptacle for his use.

Warmth enveloped the tip of his cock before the rough wetness of her tongue started to pass over it. A sweet chill ran up his spine and he groaned as he felt blood begin to rush down, his shaft hardening with each stroke Summer made.

If he looked at her, he was sure shining silver eyes would have met his, eager if not desperate. Nevermind that she couldn’t even walk to him, never mind her hands were still tired from holding the position he’d commanded her to stay in that they now hung limply at her sides. He doubted she even noticed.

Instead, he looked out the window, looked at the Valean countryside that the chateau was built on. Looked at the lovely day outside while his slave worked on giving him his pleasure and receiving the only food she’d be getting for a while.

She’d thrust herself forward and down as she felt him harden in her, lips wet with spit while her tongue swirled about him. The wetness and the warmth went down his shaft, going to his base as she planted a kiss about it.

He hardened.

When she pulled back Jaune’s cock had grown, the cool air of his room creating an exquisite contrast to the heat of her mouth. She began to pick up a steady if slow pace, bobbing up and down as his cock further hardened and her drool ran down his shaft.

Jaune felt his hands rise from the armrests but resisted the urge. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for now, enjoyed how her lips pursed around him and followed the contours of his member and the texture of her tongue felt against his spongy head.

But it wasn’t long before he’d grown too much for her to take all the way to the base, his hardness approaching full mast and her bobs now only going halfway down the shaft. Her tongue reached outward, trying to pleasure him as best she could, but her hands still hung limp at her sides.

Summer was always dutiful, though. When she’d noticed this, she’d pulled herself up from his cok and took a deep breath.

Finally Jaune looked to her. Her silver eyes were focused on his cock, her mouth open and her tongue lolling. Drool fell from the corner of her mouth.

Then she dove.

It was slow but it was steady. The head of his cock brushed ler lips, and then her tongue before reaching that tightness at the back of her mouth that he always enjoyed. It fought him only briefly before it granted him entry, the wet tightness of her throat beginning to wrap first around his head and then the rest of his shaft that followed. Summer’s lips pushed onward past halfway down his cock. Softness coming down followed by wet tongue and a glorious grip.

And finally she touched his base, her nose nestled in his pubes, her eyes tearing up.

Unconsciously, Summer tried to swallow.

Jaune gasped in triumph.

Her throat pulsed about his cock, the hot wetness pulsed and tried to pull him deeper. It wouldn’t, not with her lips lips as far as it could go and her chin brushing his balls. But it felt good . It squeezed about the parts of his cock in her throat while her tongue ran along his underside.

Finally, he put a hand on her head, grasped at her hair.

Jaune held her there.

She swallowed again, this time intentionally. She knew he liked it when she did that. It was part of the appeal of using her throat. To feel her squeeze and pull at him ineffectually.

Then she tried to breathe.

His cock was too large, blocking it all the way from her lips down. All inhaling through her nose did was try to pull his cock in deeper. Coupled with Summer trying to swallow his cock, Jaune enjoyed a pulsing draw of the hot wet tightness. He could see her chest trying to expand and fail, felt the pull cease and her throat slacken just a bit.

Afterwards it happened again, his cock being fucked by her throat without any movement, her insides gripping and pulling at him as she tried to take a breath.

It started to speed up, her body starting to panic at being unable to breath, the pulses growing in frequency while her throat tightened around his cock like a vice. With Jaune’s girth, it was almost like she was trying to pull his cock from him.

He loved it.

When she finally tried to pull away, to void her throat and let the air in, he held her flush against him. His fingers tangled in her red hair giving him a strong grip. Summer’s hand still laid limp at her sides, but he could feel her body start to shake.

Silver eyes opened wide as she began to scream.

But Jaune’s cock was lodged in her throat. Her voice only served to send vibrations down his cock while her panicked lungs tried to pull in air and she tried to swallow what was lodged in her esophagus.

For Summer it was like dying and being unable to stop it. Unable to breathe, unable to pull away, too weak to resist.

For Jaune the feeling was absolutely divine.

Now he let her pull back, the pull, the pulsing, and the vibration of her scream pausing only briefly before she was halfway up his shaft. It was like pulling his cock out of a vacuum, her throat brushing against every bit of hard meat and his head draggin against her insides.

Then he pulled her back down to his base. Spit overflowing from her mouth and coming down her chin, her tits, his bush. Her tongue moved about frantically against his shaft as she tried in vain to free herself. Jaune loved seeing her panic.

Silver started to roll backwards, her once limp arms now brushing against his calves while her torso shook. Jaune could feel her legs spasming against his feet.

Like this he fucked her throat. Forcefully bobbing her head up and down along his cock as her screams and suffocation only served to pleasure him all the more.

Her face turned red from the lack of air, then purple. Her hands were slapping at his knees now, but he barely felt it. The movement of her legs had become rhythmic.

At last, she’d stopped trying to breathe in, the pulling had ceased as she screamed loud enough that he could hear her through his cock.

And she squirted all over the floor, squirted so hard he could feel her come splashing against his toes.

Only then did he pull her off his cock.

She was a lovely sight. Tears came down her cheeks as she hung by her hair from one of his hands. Her mouth connected to all of his cock by strings of spit and throat slime that also fell down her chin and ran down the valley of her beautiful breasts. Oh how he wished milk was also mixed there, that she’d squirt from her nipples as she squirted from her pussy.

Summer’s eyes were blank as she panted, making little whimpers that grated and rasped.

He loved the sight of her like this, loved the sounds she made.

This creature that he’d taken and changed and made his. Warped with magic and training.

He’d fucked her throat so hard he could’ve killed her, suffocated her on his cock for his pleaasure. And she’d cum from it, come without anything touching her ass or pussy.

She’d been at death’s door, and his use of her was what had mattered most.

His cock twitched at the thought, the strings of spit shaking as it did. He shoved his cock and wiped it on her face, making it shine as he marked her as his.

His onahole, his cocksock, his cumdump

But he wasn’t done. Jaune’s cock was still hard, and Summer had yet to earn her meal.

So renewing his grip on her hair with both hands, he pulled her back down, going all the way to the base without stopping and enjoying the sensation of her spit and slime washing down and warming his balls. He felt the air get forced out of her as her nose exhaled when he pushed it against his pubes.

And as she tried to breathe in, tried to swallow, tried to scream, he fucked her throat like he did her ass, her pussy.

And Summer came as he did. She came and came and came, even her spasming body amplifying her master’s pleasure. For that was her purpose.

When Jaune came Summer’s hands hung limp at her sides but her throat still squeezed his cock so tight. His cum went straight to her stomach while he thrust ineffectually against her lips. He kept her down until he finished, then pulled out and dropped her to the floor in a pool of her own cum even as she spasmed in her orgasm.

She coughed and retched as she finally got to breathe again, wild silver eyes open but unseeing. Jaune knew she couldn’t see, and she wouldn’t for a while.

But he knew she could hear him, though.

“I hope you enjoyed the meal, Summer. It’ll be your dinner, too.”

The woman didn’t answer, more focused on breathing deeply even as he heard her wheeze for her efforts. It was so hot how destroyed she was.

But he wasn’t done.

“I know I haven’t told you about my second request, Summer.” He approached her, brushed his foot against her belly, dragged his toes up and poked against her breasts.

“I want you to start making milk for me, but that would raise questions with your husband, wouldn’t it? If you started to lactate out of the blue?”

She didn’t answer, but her eyes were meeting his now, her sweet pants filling the air.

“So I’m going to put a baby in you, Summer. That is my second condition.”

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Summer saw stars. Her body shook in the throes of her orgasm as she tried to groan, only the sound of gurgles came as the syrupy thickness of her master's cum slowly worked its way down her throat and into her stomach, its molten heat spreading throughout her body.

Eventually, when her body had calmed down and settled itself on the puddle of spit and girlcum on the floor, she gave her master a shaky nod.

A child.

It wasn't something she'd ever thought of having again. Even though Yang hadn't been hers in truth, after years of raising the girl, it felt like she was. And Ruby had given her every other experience there was to be had of being a mother. It had been all at once terrifying, exhausting, frustrating, exhilarating, and fulfilling.

And between that, the life she lived as a huntress, and the cost of living as a family, she and Taiyang had decided two children were enough.

But her master wanted to put a child in her. A child by someone that wasn't her husband, someone that didn't treat her with respect or love, or the kind of affection she'd always thought you should have had from someone that would father a child with you.

Summer Rose was Jaune Arc's toy, a collection of holes for him to stick his dick into. She'd been warped to his tastes, her body's very reactions altered so she'd provide him the most pleasure possible.

At her answer, the younger boy grinned, the excited look on his face reminding her of her daughters when she told them that they could have something sweet before bedtime.

He'd taken her hair and lifted her up to fuck her mouth again, reminding her of some of the changes he'd made to her.

Because after the first few days of his taking her, where he'd facefucked her all the time, she'd lost her gag reflex.

Jaune's cock was still slick with throatslime, sliding straight down before she'd gotten the chance to take a breath.

It was like being struck by lightning.

Her hips twitched violently at the sensation, the rest of her swaying from his grip on her hair as she came. Summer's eyes rolled back.

"Hnggggrh." She felt her throat tighten about him, cling to him as she tried to inhale the cock shoved down her throat. It was so big, stretching her out enough that Summer didn't need to touch her neck to know it bulged about him.

This had been another of the changes. Suffocating on his cock, the sensation of surrendering her very life for his pleasure drove her to pleasures she'd never experienced before then. Just this act of giving him a blowjob, of being fucked in the throat and mouth, had superseded any memories she'd ever had with Taiyang.

Juane's grip adjusted to grip the sides of her head alongside her hair, the tangled mess wrapped about his fingers.

And then he started thrusting.

His cock pulled out and dragged copious amounts of spit and slime with it, causing it to spatter over her face as she choked and dripped down to cover her tits. Halfway up, he'd pull her all the way down to his hilt, meeting her with a thrust of his own.

It was violent, the force of it jolting Summer and causing her head to spin.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. The edges of her vision turned dark.

All her world was cock. Her master's cock.

Her throat-pussy was made for this cock. All of Summer was. To taste it, to touch it, to hear it fuck her holes, to see it when her eyes were closed.

To choke on it and swallow it and breathe it like it gave her life. Summer Rose was her master's toy.

She started coming again, screaming around the cock as her master fucked her and her mind went blank.

Only her master's orgasm pulled her back from the brink, the heat rousing her to the sensation of his cock pressing her between his pelvis and the edge of the bed. Jaune's hips twitched as he poured liquid fire down her throat.

"Here's your second serving, Summer. Eat up."

His load was always thick, like sludge. But it didn't go down slowly, not when there was this much of it.

Cum was pumped down to her stomach, joining what he'd already fed her earlier, and pushing any that hadn't made it all the way yet down as more came from behind it.

Summer felt weak, the lack of air had gotten to her and while her master cumming had brought her back, she was positively exhausted. When he pulled out, her head flopped against the edge of the bed and she felt her consciousness start to slip away again, even as her stomach was heavy and full.

Jaune brushed his head against her lips. He pushed it in.

Silver eyes looked up to meet ultramarine.

Ever-dutiful, Summer Rose sucked upon the head, her tongue working to coax out what little dregs of cum were still lodged inside her master's cock. Summer had always been taught not to waste good food.

And she'd give him a child. Because at the end of the day, it's what he wanted.

Minutes later, when he was back to hardness thanks to her gentle suckling and she'd regained her bearings, he'd lifted her up to the bed.

Her sweat-soaked back brushed against the fluid-sodden sheets, though Summer was still too tired to complain. Pointless to do so, too.

Jaune's hands passed through her hair, some of it stuck to her face and the rest spread around her. There was something hungry, something excited in the way he looked at her.

"I think this is the longest we've gone, hasn't it, Summer?"

It had been. She'd been tired when she'd woken up after her impromptu nap. Even her meal had been straining, though she felt more full than she'd been in a long while. Her hands rested upon her stomach, feeling the how stretched it was from all the cum she'd been force-fed.

Her master didn't seem to feel the need to hear her answer, continuing as his hands now started running all over her body. He touched her waist, her thighs, her shoulders. Eventually, he ended on her breasts.

"But as you've probably figured, I'm not done with you yet." He grinned down at her, his smaller stature not mattering much when he was looming over her like a predator that had run down its next meal. "And it's alright if you're too tired, Summer." He moved his hands from her breasts down to her thighs, brushing against the underside of them with his palms as he lifted them up, and pushed them back on her, folding her into what she knew would become a mating press.

As he lined his cock with her now aching pussy, sore from all the orgasms of the day, oversensitive, drenched and more slick than it had ever been, the master practically purred. "I'll do all of the moving."

His first thrust had filled her up completely, her passage had been so lubricated, Summer didn't think it could have gone any other way.

Pain and pleasure bloomed at once, her pussy so sensitive to the motion, the stretching. Her back arched and her hips thrust upwards as she opened her mouth in something that was a cross between a moan of pleasure and an anguished cry.

"Ghaaaaaaaaaaargh!"

Her sore throat protested while her master seemed to laugh at the sound.

"I'm going to fuck you like I've never fucked you before, Summer. I want to see if there's anything left of you when I'm done."

Jaune's thrusts were shallow at first, rapid. The head of his cock brushed up against the entrance to her cervix with quick taps as he sawed himself in and out of her pussy. His hands rubbed up and down the back of her thighs, enjoying the sensation of her skin and the sight of her feet swinging in the air as he rocked her.

"Your reactions never get old, Summer." He said between breaths. "And you squeeze me so good. So wet."

His eyes were on her tits now, taking in the sight of her jugs as they bounced with each thrust.

Each thrust was like a strike of lightning, her body acting of its own volition to return each one even as she felt the soreness in her cunt and the exhaustion in her back, the protest of the muscles in her thighs as they were stretched. But pain and pleasure blurred for her now, and she'd gushed for her master's enjoyment all the same, her juices running down her asscheeks before joining the pool beneath her on the bed.

Jaune's movements started to change, his hips pulling further back before he'd thrust hard inside of her. Each one drove her further down into the bed as the impact of his cock's head at the end of her tunnel sent a jolt of pleasurable pain that she pulled another cry from her.

Her knees were up against her breasts now, smashing them together and creating a lovely valley for her master to put his face. Teeth nibbled at her nipples between thrusts and the occasional bite graced her titflesh. Each one came with heat that almost matched the cum in her stomach and the furnace of her loins.

Summer's hand fingers were wrapped about her asscheeks, spreading herself wide to allow him what little improvements to the ease of access she could give him.

His thrusts were getting violent now, his cock pulling almost all of the way out before pounding down on her, more of it trying to force itself in since she couldn't really take all of him in her pussy. Hips rose and dropped on her like jackhammers, eventually making her feel crushed under her master's not inconsiderable weight. His shorter body taking on mass from all the training and fucking he'd been doing since she came into his service.

"I-it…Ah…It hurts, master." She couldn't see, she felt her eyes rolling up. Her hands around her ass clenched tightly with a need to brace herself against something. "It hurts so good… So, so- Hnggaaaaaaaaah! CUMMING!"

Like many times before, lightning coursed through her as she came, her pussy squirting juices all over herself and her master as she did so. Her pained passage squeezed tightly about him, begging for him to cum even as he continued to thrust down into hers.

No, he had started to thrust even harder, now driving himself down instead of just letting gravity do the work, each blow to her cervix now intensifying and prolonging her orgasm. Faintly, she felt him bite into her tits again, something that felt like fire radiating from the sensation.

"Hyaaa! Oooooh! Maa-Maaasteeeeeeeeer!" She cried and gasped with each blow, each one going deeper than the last as he drove her into the bed and towards what he'd been working towards with the way he fucked her.

It was with one final and heavy thrust, where he'd pulled his head back from her now bruised tits, that he'd gotten what he wanted.

Summer felt something inside her give as his cock pushed its way into her cervix then onwards into her womb, the head of his cock brushing all the way to the back of it as she finally, finally felt his pelvis brush against hers. Her master had finally bottomed out.

She screamed.

Girlcum gushed out as all of her, all of her, squeezed down on her master's clock, her cervix gripping him in a chokehold. She looked down, silver eyes taking in the way her abdomen had warped around Jaune's cock, the size of it rearranging her insides.

Meanwhile, her master laughed in triumph. He'd done this several times before, but he seemed to always enjoy it when it happened.

"I can feel your womb wrap around the head of my cock, Summer." He said as he slowed down, gasping. "Your cervix isn't letting me out of you, it's got me in a chokehold." His hands let go of her thighs, letting her legs fall to his sides even as he began to push forward, starting little thrusts that kept his head inside her womb while still stimulating the both of them. Jaune grabbed her tits and started to twist her nipples, the heat returning with his motions.

Summer was pained even as she continued to cum around her master. His cock felt so deep inside her, so in there it was like she'd never get him out. She was stretched so much that she felt she'd burst. Logically she knew that it was just because her cervix wasn't meant to stretch this way outside of childbirth, but that it was capable of it, but there was something so different about how it felt when he fucked her like this.

Made full use of her, extracted every last drop of pleasure from her body.

"Ah! Ah! Does it feel good, master?" she asked between moans, able to think clearly enough when she wasn't cumdrunk and he was taking it easy on her. "I can feel you inside me, feel the size of you with my womb. It's like I'm already pregnant."

She reached out for him, draping her arms on his shoulders as their eyes met.

Jaune's breath was hot, almost scorching as it hit her. "I love it, Summer. It all feels so different."

This time, he pulled out more, the head of his clock dragging at the walls of her womb before reentering her cervix and out before forcing itself back in and bottoming out.

"Gyaaaaaaaah!"

Summer came from that. It was a sensation that almost reminded her of birth except giving birth had never been a pleasurable experience. This time she felt tingles all around her body as he did that, even as it caused her pain.

"Your pussy is massaging me dick, while your cervix clenches on to me. And your womb… Heh." He pulled out and thrust back in, enjoying Summer's scream with a laugh and a squeeze of her tits. "It's like I've come home."

Then he returned to shallow thrusts as he directed her attention to her tits.

Jaune held them from below now, as though presenting them to her. "Do you see?"

Silver eyes widened. They seemed bigger now, now that he held them up and she had the coherence to notice, they'd gotten bigger. Maybe a cup or two, her nipples erect.

Her master saw, and then dove into her left tit and bit in.

The sensation was unmistakable.

"I'm lactating." Summer said with a gasp. It flowed easily out from her nipples and into her master's mouth, his teeth nibbling on her areola as his tongue swirled over some of the bitemarks he'd left.

"You are." He'd said after he pulled away, milk dripping down his chin before he wiped it with the back of his hand. "And you'll stay that way until I decide otherwise." His free hand grabbed her other tit and squeezed, both of them looking at the stream of milk that came out. For Jaune it must have been arousing. For Summer it was awe and horror.

"Now, I want to see if your tits will squirt if I make your pussy squirt, too."

With both hands on her tits, he started thrusting more violently again, pulling his dick all the way to the entrance of her pussy before thrusting all the way through her cervix and into her comb. Each piledrive caused her skin to tent around his cock as Summer Rose screamed her orgasm.

And just like he'd hoped, her milk squirted out each time she came, each time her orgasm rolled into the next as he fucked her pussy, her cervix, and her womb all at once.

"Oh! Oh! Maaaaaster! Use meeeeeeeeee!" She squirted, no, gushed around his cock just as he pulled out of her, her cervix clung to him so hard she almost felt it be dragged out with his cock. "Cum in me and breed me! Let me give you a child! Fill this cumdump so it can finally be of use!"

Summer had been mid-orgasm when he finally came, her vision had turned dark from the exhaustion of cumming and cumming and cumming. It was starting to be a pattern of the day now. Her master could only reach climax when she'd been fucked through so many climaxes she could barely stay conscious.

Piping hot cum filling her womb even as his cockhead took up most of the space. There was so much she could both see and feel her womb expanding to take all of it. None could escape, of course, not with the fit of his cock to her cervix so tight.

"It's so warm now, Summer." He said before he bent down to lick at the milk that now flowed freely down her tits. He thrust and pushed his head against the upper wall of her womb. "I like it."

They stayed like that for a few minutes, Juane still hard, all the way inside her, and Summer finally given a break from the sensation of cumming her brains out while she dwelt on the feeling of her master still lodged up in the deepest parts of her with his cum inside her babyroom. It was an uncomfortable rest, but she'd take it.

Idly she massaged her ballooning abdomen and her more hefty bust. Even as he'd just drained both tits, she could already feel them become tender, sore. Bruised and bitten as they were, it was a soreness that she knew well. She'd just been milked but she needed to be drained again. White drops leaked from her nipples.

She'd be serving her master her own milk every day now. Feeding him directly from the tap every morning when he woke, emptying herself into a glass to be served with breakfast, or even right before bed. Before and after he'd fucked her into a coma.

"Aaaaaah!" The thought alone aroused her, but so did his sudden thrust. Her legs twitching at the sensation.

Ultramarine eyes looked down at her with smug amusement as his hips pushed against hers before pulling back, starting a light and easy pace.

Summer's own eyes widened at the realization. Suddenly, every pain, cramped muscle, and her very, very worn holes cried out in protest.

"Mercy, master, please!" She begged, "I need rest."

Jaune shook his head. "No." He laughed, the thrusting growing in intensity and Summer let out a pained groan. "I told you, didn't I? I want to see if there's anything left of you when I'm done."

And as she started cumming again and he resumed fucking himself in and out of her uterus, Summer could only whimper.

~TtT~

The area between her legs was foamy and white by the time he'd finished with her.

His dick was sore now, too. He'd probably take it easy tomorrow if only so he could recover himself before he went and seeded her again. Just in case it didn't take, somehow.

Summer was unmoving on the bed, her legs spread wide and her arms limp and unmoving. He'd not taken his cock out of his pussy for anything other than to thrust himself back in for the past few hours, and she'd probably be unable to walk come morning.

She'd also probably be unable to take his cock comfortably for a few days, too, but that was never something he let her make a choice on. He decided how her body was used.

And boy did he use her this time. She came and came and came for him, and he fucked her through each orgasm with little to no break unless he was recovering from his own. It had taken a toll on her, and she'd eventually been so drowned in the sensation of the Little Death that halfway through to the evening, she'd stopped responding to him, too tired to even moan as he thrust himself in and out of her womb.

Oh she still felt it, he knew. It was hard for him to miss the sensation of her insides squeezing around him in an endless orgasm as he impregnated her.

And he'd very much enjoyed it. Jaune loved the idea of his toy becoming one in truth, her personality gone while her body still worked to give him pleasure. The idea that this time he was putting a baby in her, actually doing it had driven him to new heights of arousal that was only further pushed when his dinner ended up being her breast milk that he drank as he fucked her against the headboard of his bed.

She'd be back tomorrow, he knew, and more herself after she'd had maybe a day or two to rest. Fucking her again would slow down the recovery, of course, but Jaune was fine with that. He'd enjoy this while it lasted.

Once Yang was here, he'd see if she'd respond the same way. Would she last longer than her mother? Would knowing that her mother went through this, this marathon of sex and abuse, break her faster?

His cock twitched at the thought. Ultramarine eyes looked down to see Summer's neglected asshole, a deluge of cum flowing over it.

As he passed her sphincter he took hold of her tits again.

Breaking her was so much fun. He couldn't wait to break her daughter, too.

Chapter Text

Summer spent the remainder of the week in a sex-charged haze.

He spent most of the time fucking her, forgoing even his training, which had been the reason for Summer's hiring in the first place. The only breaks Summer had been given were to periodically see to herself and her meals.

And she'd been only permitted one regular meal a day. After that, all she was permitted to eat was her master's cum.

Besides that, she was on her back, bent over the bed, or on her knees with her ass in the air as her master fucked in and out of her womb to put a baby in her.

Much like the first day, she'd cum herself into unconsciousness, screaming herself hoarse before blacking out. Some times, he'd keep her on the edge, overstimulated enough to leave her in a stupor but still able to respond a bit. She'd spent most of her time like that.

Days had passed with the only thing Summer could remember was the sensation of his large cock pulling and pushing at her insides as she was filled with enough cum that she could hardly remember what it was like to be empty. Her body was constantly warm, her skin constantly electrified, and her pussy stuffed full of Jaune's semen.

The bedroom had become her world. Cream damask the cliffs and ocean while the vaulted ceiling was the sky, not that she'd really paid them much attention.

No, instead most of her attention, when she was lucid enough to be able to focus on anything, was spent on squeezing her master's cock, thrusting her hips, running her hands over his shoulders, back, hair, and exalting his ability to ruin her.

Which was exactly the state she was in on the morning of Sunday, a day before she was slated to return to her home in the isle of Patch.

Summer was pressed against the headboard, her legs thrown over Jaune's shoulders as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. His mouth was wrapped around a nipple as he drank his breakfast from her while her arms were wrapped around his head in an embrace.

"Mmm… Ah… Master…"

The older woman writhed as Jaune went in and out of her, his pace far slower than what he'd subjected her to for most of the week. His cock entered in and out with large strokes, each one going from entrance to the back of her cum-packed womb. Summer shuddered whenever he'd bottom out, eyes clenching shut as the sensation overcame her.

"Is it good, master? Ah… Has my milk pleased you?…Mmm…Hmmmmm!"

His mushroom-shaped cockhead pulled out from her womb, the shape of it dragging against her insides from uterus to cervix all the way out of her mound.

She keened as she gushed about his girth, her pussy walls cramping around his head just before he pushed himself back into her with an almost painful slowness.

"Gods! Ah! Godssssssss!"

By this point, her entire passage had been well-worked, now pliant to Jaune's movements. While it still felt like she was getting her insides pulled out each time he dragged his cock back to her entrance, the movement was much smoother now, and her cervix allowed him easy entry.

Hot milk squirted out of her tits as the orgasm hit her, her master's teeth biting down harder at the sensation while his other hand grabbed at her free tit and squeezed.

Jaune pulled himself back before drinking from Summer's other nipple. All the while he kept thrusting.

"Jaaaaaaune! Oh… Oh!… It's so good… So, so good."

Electricity came up from her tits as he drank from her, going up her spine and jolting her with each bite, with each squirt of her milk.

The thrusting had stopped, his pelvis up against her ass and his cockhead lodged inside her babyroom. Summer was full and she could feel how the skin around her abdomen was taut as it wrapped around his girth. She could feel the tightness of it, feel how it rearranged her insides.

But he no longer moved even as Summer continued to squeeze about him, pulsing as she squirmed in pleasure.

Oh but her tits. Oh gods, her tits.

Jaune moved back and forth between her nipples, biting and sucking at them as he drank his fill. Even with the constant drinking, her breasts felt full, felt tender.

Why did it feel so good?

"Master! Master! Please!"

Friction. She needed some friction. The cock inside her wasn't moving, and the pressure needed movement to be released. She pushed her hips against her master's.

She couldn't move. He had her crushed between himself and the headboard. Summer tried to pull herself up with her knees, but she couldn't get any leverage against his shoulders.

"Master?"

Her mouth was open. She was panting, drooling. Around her nipple, she felt his smile before he pulled away from it with a pop and a flash of sweet, sweet pain before he dove unto her other tit. Jaune's hand picked up the slack and made gentle circles around the wet, sensitive nubs.

It was exquisite, agonizing.

She tried to thrust against him again, but it was futile.

"Please, master! Ah!" she wailed. "Jaune!"

The buildup was still going. Her tits and pussy were aflame while he drank from her. His tongue ran over nipples while the pain from his teeth sent her into overdrive.

Summer clenched about his girth.

Eyes rolled back as she practically vibrated around her master's cock, girlcum and milk squirting from her as she orgasmed again, her poor, poor pussy spasming in both release and pain.

Only then did he start fucking her, dragging her down unto the bed and then ravaging her with thrusts that prolonged her cumming. She thrashed about while he pinned her down with his hand on her legs and his mouth around her tits.

"CUMMING! CUMMING! CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"

She was a bonfire, her whole body turned into one erogenous zone. Pleasure washed over her like a tide as sensation fed unto itself. Each thrust caused her to squirt milk, his drinking from her caused her to cum. She was blind and deaf to all else now. All that was was pleasure.

What words she cried out as she melted away she did not know. She couldn't hear anymore.

When Jaune was done, when he'd come in her one last time and her orgasmshad finally subsided, Summer realized that her lungs were on fire and her tits finally felt empty.

But she knew that they'd be aching again before she even made it back home to Patch.

And that her master had made her come just from breastfeeding him.

And she'd come for him again when she'd recovered enough to be able to milk herself into a glass for him to drink. She was a shaking and panting mess as he put two ice cubes to let the milk cool, ultramarine eyes looking at her with smug satisfaction.

Oh gods.

~TtT~

When Summer first got back home, the first thing she did was run to the bathroom and finger herself to orgasm.

The trip back was long, a three-hour drive to the City of Vale and another two hours waiting in the airport for a three-hour flight to the island.

In those six hours, her breasts had grown tender, swollen, again filled with milk. The aching and leaking came after.

But Summer would have been able to manage that normally. She'd done it before when she'd had Ruby, and she'd already gotten herself breast pads when she'd gotten to the airport.

The real problem for her had been the arousal that came with it, and while she'd had pads for her tits, she hadn't been ready for the overwhelming desire to finger herself on the air bus back. She twitched and squirmed the whole way home, her self control holding only on account of how public it would be.

Her poor daughters. Yang and Ruby had met her at the door, excited to see their mom again, and she'd brushed past them after planting a quick kiss on each of their wondered if they noticed how she shivered as she did so, how clammy her skin was, how lightheaded she felt.

She'd tossed her bags unto the bedroom floor and locked the door behind her, making a beeline for the bathroom and seating herself on the toilet.

Moments later, she had torn open her button-down blouse and shoved her pants down to her ankles. Her legs spread wide as four fingers were shoved up her twat and her other hand grabbed a leaking tit.

The stimulation helped. She set a hard pace that reminded her of how rough Jaune was with her, pushing four fingers in and out of her and dragging the tips alongside her walls in a way that reminded her of his cockhead. Her hips thrust upwards and against it, fucking herself on her hand.

Summer made a sound that was a cross between a whine and a whimper. It was like she was a kettle left to boil without a way to get rid of the excess steam.

Leaking milk dripped unto her hand as she kneaded her heavy breasts. It hurt a bit to do so, but that was part of how she liked it. She squeezed her nipple.

"Ooooooooh!" Eyes rolled up as she felt milk and girlcum squirt out as her pussy clenched around her fingers in a mini orgasm.

Oh Jaune. She could see her master in front of her, enjoying the sight of her suffering, blue eyes shining in delight as Summer ached in the grips of need. Her fingers staved off some of it, but she needed something bigger, meatier. Cock. His cock.

"Mom? You okay in there? You looked a bit sick."

Yang, sweet and responsible daughter that she was, must have noticed something wrong.

"Ah…Ahh-ahhh…" Her breath shuddered, but she tried to keep it down. Fingers kept moving though, thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out. "Y-Yang?…oooooooh…" Silver eyes clenched shut. She had to get control of herself, stop for a moment so she could answer her daughter.

Summer needed her master to fuck her.

"I-I'm okay." She wasn't. "J-just been a busy week, a-and the flight over was rough- uuuuuuuuuuuuuuah!"

Four fingers clawed at her insides as her hips rose from the toilet seat and shivered. Jaune fucked her, fucked her womb, fucked her ass, fucked her throat. Rough. Just the way the master liked it.

"Do you need help?"

Help…

Blue eyes turned purple, the hair of the head drinking from her tits grew in length. Summer pinched her nipple and pulled.

"Y-yaaaaaaang!"

The master's face grinned at her as he took her daughter from behind.

She came, squirting all over the toilet seat and the floor in front of her even as she stared at the door that her daughter stood behind. Still, her fingers kept thrusting.

"Mom!?" Yang was sounding alarmed now, she'd started pounding on the door.

"I- ah- I'm okay." Sweat poured down her face as she came down, the pull of her arousal going down to a steady thrum. Still, her fingers kept thrusting. "Jus-just really tired and I almost slipped."

She shooed her daughter away after that, giving some sort of reason that she couldn't remember before she pulled a nipple into her mouth and sucked.

It took almost an hour of fingering and stimulation for her to take the edge off, even then, she needed to milk herself into the sink like she was some sort of cow before she calmed down enough to be able to go out of her room.

This confirmed what she'd realized before she left the chateau. She needed to keep her breasts empty if she was going to function, or else she'd get horny, so horny she couldn't think straight, so horny her body wouldn't respond to anything except sexual stimulus.

Good thing Taiyang was out on a mission. She'd at least have the bedroom to herself.

But as she cleaned up and changed, lilac eyes flashed in her mind's eye.

~TtT~

"Yang?"

She looked up to find her younger sister walking in, a look of confusion clear in her silver eyes.

"Hey, Rubes," Yang answered, turning back to her bags. Would she be able to fit her case for Ember Cecilia in here? She'd probably have to carry it separately, wouldn't she? She had too many other clothes she needed to bring. "Everything okay?"

"Mom said you're going to be working with her for the Arcs?" Her little sister sounded so small when she asked that, and she was all hunched up, too. "For the whole summer?"

She caught something almost broken in her sister's voice.

"Rubes!" Yang cooed, grabbing the younger girl and giving her as big a hug as she could manage. "Yeah, apparently her boss decided to take care of the whole thing that happened at The Club, but she wanted me to help her out to make up for it."

It was putting things lightly, but Yang didn't want her little Ruby to feel any more bad than she already did.

The first night her mom got back from the chateau, Yang had been given a talking to. Sure, she'd heard that the stunt she'd pulled wasn't the smartest thing, but she hadn't gotten to know how bad it was until Summer had told her.

When she'd first been given the rundown, she'd wept. Yang didn't really know what else there was for her to do at that point. She'd only wanted to find her birth mom so they could help handle the bills.

Yang wasn't blind. She'd noticed that after her injury her mom wasn't as quick as she used to be. She didn't think her sister noticed since she wasn't quite there yet, but Yang definitely felt that their mom was much easier to catch up with when she practiced with them now.

Apparently her injuries had been serious enough that her parents had to dig pretty deep to handle everything. Yang only had a vague idea since neither her parents nor her uncle were willing to really say anything about it, but the fact that her dad was out doing missions when classes was something she hadn't missed.

So she hoped that Raven would be willing to give them some money to get by. She'd heard from uncle Qrow that she was pretty loaded, after all. He mentioned she ran some sort of gang way out in Mistral.

Unfortunately, Yang went and lost her temper when the informant she'd tried to hire didn't have any info to give her, and things only got worse when his bodyguards stepped in.

The cops had managed to stop Yang from doing something that might have gotten her thrown in jail, not that she actually thought she'd have had to go that far. Everyone in the club was already down for the count at that point!

But she hadn't gotten off scot free, nevermind that the people running the Club were clearly sketchy anyway. They'd levied a hefty fine on her and told her that the incident was going on her record.

Which meant that she wouldn't be able to attend Beacon anymore.

That… that had been sobering. Terrifying, even. The idea of not pushing through with becoming a huntress after spending almost her entire life preparing for it both sucked and made everything else pretty darn uncertain.

Everyone in the family was a huntsman, it was the only life Yang had ever seen. What was the other option? Be normal? That'd make her the weird one! And she'd be the only person in her class not applying to one of the four academies after graduation.

So when she'd been crying on her mom's knees, Summer gave her a pat on the head and told her that she'd still be able to go to Beacon, that they wouldn't need to sell the house. Her mom had given her that smile that always reminded Yang of times she'd had been woken up by nightmares or lightning. It made her feel safe.

Turns out she'd asked her boss for help. The fine and the record issue were going to go away.

But she'd been told that she still needed to learn her lesson. So Yang was going to start working for the same people that took mom on. Apparently the heir to the family was about her age and needed combat training. Yang was going to be his training partner.

Well, on top of working as part of the household help, apparently.

So here she was, packing her bags to move to the same chateau that her mom worked at for the remainder of the summer.

Which would leave her little sister here.

"I'm gonna miss you, squirt." Her arms squeezed around Ruby's much smaller body, a gesture her sister returned with a whimper that she didn't quite get to hide. "I'll be back once classes start, yeah? We'll still see each other in Signal."

Besides that, their dad would be back by tomorrow, which gave them at least one whole day as a family before she and mom had to go to the mainland. And mom would be able to come back every other week for a few days. Yang had asked why it was just her mom, but apparently Yang needed to 'train' with the young master, and part of her punishment was staying at the chateau full time.

"Mom'll be back every few weeks like she is now." She told her sister as they both sat down, the hard shell of her weapon's case digging into the small of her back. "And I think uncle Qrow will be staying over if dad isn't around."

From the depths of the oversized shirt she wore, Yang heard a sniffle. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too, Rubes. I'll miss you, too."

~TtT~

"Hnga… Hngaaaaah… Hnggggggg!"

Her hips shook in uneven thrusts, driving herself down unto her fingers as they pushed up into her twat as her arousal practically splashed out, the drops landing on her sweaty thighs before dripping down towards the sweat and juice-soaked bed.

Summer could feel the muscles of her core burning, her arm was much the same. She'd have to swap which hand she was fucking herself with soon, though it wasn't the first time she'd needed to do that.

All the while, her tits were squashed against the bed as her face was half-buried in a pillow. Much like the sheets, it was soaked with sweat and her other fluids. Summer could smell her milk in the air. It had been steadily leaking out of her nipples since the night before.

"Hunngggg… Gaaaaaaaah… Ahhhhhngrh…"

It hurt. It felt so good, but it hurt.

She could feel the pleasure mounting. It had been mounting since last night. A trickle, a drop, a light burn that came up from her core and up her spine. Milking herself had only slowed it down, but both the fullness of her tits and her arousal returned stronger as the night drew on.

After putting away dinner and getting her girls to take care of the cleanup, a shaken Summer had decided to call it an early night to avoid her daughters from noticing how distracted she'd become. She didn't know if it had worked.

That was when she'd started. She spread her legs on her bed and started toying with herself, lifting a tit to her mouth and drinking her own milk.

She'd imagined him drinking from her. Jaune suckling from her tit and enjoying the meal that she'd give him and their baby. She'd imagining her milk being served in his morning cereal, with ice in a glass, cooked into desserts for him.

The heat had only grown.

By then her pussy was a slimy mess, threads of her arousal wrapped about her fingers and wrist as she shoved almost her entire hand in and out. Eventually her neck got sore, her arm got tired, and she'd been unable to keep her nipples in her mouth.

Cock. She needed cock.

The image of it flashed before her, the memory of the sensation of it piercing through her, fucking her. She'd started thrusting back against her other hand as she laid down and kept her legs spread. The pleasure kept building, kept her going.

It was so lewd, the sounds she'd been making. She was sloppy and wet and squishy, welcoming her hands the same way she welcomed her master's cock.

She needed to be fucked, needed to be used and consumed by her master. She needed to be impaled by his fleshy rod as he fucked her to orgasm after orgasm until unconsciousness and then even beyond that.

Her mouth was dry and parched. She needed cum, needed to taste it and play with it with her tongue. Summer hadn't eaten properly in days now.

All the thoughts aroused her even more, dragging her up to her peak as she approached orgasm.

And she was kept there.

"No!" she keened, tears streaming down her face as she felt the wall before her, felt it stop her even as she started to move frantically against her hand and she was now spasming with her arm crushed beneath her. "Please!" she begged, "PLEASE!"

Her juiches sloshed out of her, her fingers were numb now.

Still she couldn't come.

Summer wept, despair clinging to her even as her exhausted hips tried to saw her fingers in and out of her twat.

It had gotten worse after the first day.

While she'd managed to milk herself, the arousal came back alongside the milk. She was forced to masturbate to orgasm every night or be left hypersensitive, every sensation as painful as it was arousing.

But eventually, it took longer and longer to come, each session going further into the night and into the dawn before she'd cum herself to sleep. It was with images of her servicing her master that she'd last see.

Then she'd wake up and get her daughters something to eat.

Summer didn't know if they'd noticed, if they'd noticed how sluggish she'd become, or how much time she'd spent in bed. They never asked and Summer didn't want to bring it up, hadn't the heart to.

And now she wasn't cumming. She'd hit the wall so many times tonight, in a stark difference from what it was like when she was with her master. Her orgasm went from almost a hair-trigger to impossible to accomplish.

He'd never said anything, but she knew that this is what he wanted. He wanted her to be like this, be unable to come unless it was either in his presence or by his hand, or maybe even by his command.

She could see it, too, presenting herself before him, her hands behind her back and her legs spread wide as she squatted before him. Her arousal dripping to the floor in a steady stream as he opened his mouth and commanded her climax.

"Yesssssssss…"

The springs of the bed squeaked as she started thrashing again, her free hand joining the first in pleasuring herself. She rubbed her clit, hooked her insides and dragged. Her pants joined the cacophony as she did. The wall to her orgasm was still there, still insurmountable.

But the pain was good. Pain was part of her master's pleasure, and all that mattered was his pleasure.

"I- ah- I'll come when you say, master." Her eyes were closed and she arched her back upwards, drawing from strength she didn't know she had still. Her hips still kept thrusting through the pain. "Squirt all over myself on your say so. Command me! Command meeeeee!"

Summer could see it in her mind's eye, she'd shake and quiver as she came. Her milk would squirt and she'd collapse unto the puddle of girlcum on the floor as she shook. Hips would thrust at the empty air and her hands would hold fast to her arms to make sure they stayed behind her back while her arousal splashed around her.

Her walls squeezed her fingers, spasming as though in the orgasm of her dreams while the pain of arousal without release stayed. As it would until she met her master again.

So Summer edged. She edged and edged until she passed out from exhaustion.

When she woke hours later, she changed the sheets and did the laundry, and greeted her husband as he came back from his mission.

She made dinner and her little family ate together for the first time in months, truly complete.

All of this she did with thoughts of her master's cock in the back of her mind. It was always a part of her now.

The following day, she would take herself and her daughter to Chateau de la Brume Gris and begin the rest of Yang's life.

Maybe he'd be pleased enough to let her cum again.

Chapter Text

Yang had been in awe when they arrived at Chateau de la Brume Gris.

She'd seen large buildings in the city of Vale. Her parents had taken her to see stuff like the council building which had been built to look like the palaces of the Old Kingdoms. She'd seen the maze of interconnected buildings that made up most of the city and the spires of Beacon Academy dress the horizon at all times of day.

But the chateau was different. Yang went down a street of the Vale and could see that everything along that street was attached but separated, homes and apartments and shops owned and rented by different people. One street housed and supported maybe a hundred locals, if not more.

Chateau de la Brume Gris was entirely owned by the Arcs. There were no stores here, and everyone that worked inside it worked for them. The very idea of just a single family having that much baffled her.

She could definitely say it made clear to her how her mom's boss could cover the fine, if he lived in a place like this.

The trip hadn't exactly been short, but apparently it had been faster than it would normally have been. Instead of the flight and drive, they'd been picked up from patch's airport and taken directly to the chateau, flying over the fields surrounding Vale along the way and giving Yang a view she was sure would be plastered to her mind - and in her scroll - for a very long time.

Getting picked up by the Arc's private bullhead cut the trip in half. Something that Yang still found pretty darn rough on account of the fact that it was still four hours in the air. But she was thankful that her new boss was nice enough to do that since her mom hadn't been feeling well the whole way back.

Her mom had spent the whole trip resting. The woman's pale and clammy skin made Yang wonder if it was a good thing for her to be heading back to work at all, and she'd asked the pilot about it. The man told her that her mother would likely be able to get some rest once they got back to the chateau.

Thankfully nothing else had happened en route and they'd arrived at the manor's hangar - gods they had a hangar. They'd been greeted by some of the staff, and Summer immediately took her to what was apparently going to be Yang's new room.

Much to her surprise, it was almost twice as large as her room back home! It had a king-sized bed and one hell of a view of the Valean countryside as well as a whole damn lake they had in their backyard.

This was some fairytale shit. Yang didn't even know stuff like this could exist on Remnant. How were they protecting this from the Grimm?

Yang let herself fall unto the bed. She'd changed into a comfortable combination of a tanktop and shorts after she'd finished unpacking and getting setup. Her mom had returned to her room down the hall to meet the guy that sort of owned the place, some kid that was her age. Yang had worried that her mom was reporting for work again, but the woman had assured her that she was just making sure the boss man knew they were there and settled in.

She had a few hours to kill until dinnertime. Part of her wanted to go around for a bit, but the exhaustion of the trip left her feeling more than a little sleepy.

Honestly, a nap didn't sound too bad.

~TtT~

Summer's body was fire. It welled up from her core and spread outwards towards her extremities like the radiance of a blazing star. She could feel the tingle of the wind of the house's grand halls brushing her hair, sending shivers of electricity up her spine.

Cock. She needed the master's cock.

That singular hunger had been what she'd focused on the whole way back to the chateau.

Cock, cock, cock.

Master's blue eyes staring down at her as she sucked him down to the base and let his cum fill her tummy.

Cum.

His cum filling up every one of her holes, painting her face white, feeding her, marking her.

She'd come as she thought about it if she could.

She wanted his cock to punch straight past her pussy and all the way up to her babyroom. She wanted him to pull it out and fuck it right back into her.

His cock, cock, cock.

Even in her dreams, as she tried to rest on the bullhead back, it was all she saw. His spongy head, the shaft that was as thick as her wrist, and balls that could fill her hands and stuff her mouth.

She wanted his cock to suck, to fuck.

Summer needed to come. Needed to finally uncork the pressure that was building up in the furnace of her core. She'd been wanting to for days now, and she needed him to do it. Masturbating back home only served to drag her to the edge and leave her there for hours on end only to pull her down from the peak. It hurt. It hurt so much.

And when she'd become too tired to stay awake, her aching pussy, her hungering ass, her cum-starved stomach, all only made her dream of the week of nonstop fucking her master had put her through before sending her for a week with her kids and perpetually-busy husband.

It was a week where she'd had more cum than food in her tummy, and she found herself longing for the taste of it on her tongue, the sensation of it slowly sliding down her throat.

Cum. Summer wanted cum. Her tongue ran over her lips at the memory of her master's taste.

She was always wet, horny, tired, sleepy, hungry. It was both the most and least sexy she'd ever felt. She wondered if Jaune would find the physical manifestation of her suffering, pale skin, eye bags, limp hair, disgusting or arousing.

Because he did that to her. Deprived of him, she turned into this… shadow.

Her tits felt swollen and overfull. Every time she'd milked herself she'd need to be emptied again just hours later. Summer wanted to let him drink from her, a hot refreshment straight from the tap. Maybe he'd be pleased enough with her to let her cum, to fill her with his own.

Yes, maybe he'd like that.

So when they arrived she put her daughter to bed and went straight to his chambers. She found him there in his loosely-tied robes, and she was on her knees moments later, her clothes thrown to the floor and her head brushing the hardwood floor in supplication.

Her arousal was already making a puddle. She could feel it.

~TtT~

It was a lovely day outside. The cool air that swept across the plains brushed at Jaune's hair and kept him nice and comfortable even as the noonday sun started to take its toll.

He leaned back against the recliner he had set on the balcony and enjoyed the sensations.

Especially the warm and wet tongue that was polishing the head of his cock.

"That's good, Summer." He whispered as his eyes met hers. She answered by taking his head into her mouth and suckling on it like he would her teats, all the while her tongue swirled about the tip.

Jaune hissed, leaning back and closing his eyes to focus on the sensation. Her breath had blown scorching hot against the wet and spongy flesh of his cockhead, a sharp contrast to the cool air blown in from the plains of the Valean countryside. The inside of her mouth was warm and wet and filled with the lovely sensation of her slavish tongue coaxing him.

And around his shaft, she pressed her swollen tits together, surrounding him in a pillowy softness that was altogether different from the squishy confines of her pussy and ass. It was about as snug as her hands and arms could make it, but had a give that Jaune could definitely appreciate.

Then there was the lubricant she was using, a mixture of spit and milk she rubbed against his cock, a lovely tribute of her fluids, fresh and hot for his enjoyment.

She held her tits up from below and squeezed them together, the motion squirting milk unto his torso. He loved the smell of it, of her, and for a moment before the wind took it away and she shoved herself down on his dick. It was lovely, the way her breasts squeezed, the pliant and marshmallowy feeling a contrast to her hot and squeezing mouth and the entrance to her throat.

His maid moaned, the humm of it vibrating his cockhead even as she squeezed about him and wrapped him in pliant and giving titflesh.

Up and down she went, fellating him while giving him a wet and sloppy titfuck, the sound of her sloppy licking and sucking joining the beautiful day.

Eventually, Jaune took his hand and held her down while he moved his other to squeeze and pull at a nipple.

Summer moaned at the contact, the teat squirting milk against his palm before he let go of it and let it join his other hand atop her head. Jaune rubbed the hot milk into her hair.

"Tits together, Summer." Then his hands wrapped her milk-slick hair around his fist and he pushed her down until she was face-down on her own breasts. And then he pushed further.

Her throat constricted around the upper parts of his cock, slick and hot and tight. Even with her neck bent, Jaune found entry easy for her well-used esophagus, only an interrupted gasp and the vibrations of a whimper indicating any of her discomfort. Shivering hands pushed around the sides of her plump breasts, moist and pillowy warmth hugging his cock.

It was a lovely dual sensation, the contrast of her tight throat and the give of her tits. Jaune pulled her down further until her head wouldn't go down anymore and the thrum of her whimpers shivered through his member.

Then he pulled her up, all the way till only his head was in her mouth.

Summer's eyes were lidded, only half-seeing as she seemed to look through him. All the same, her tongue circled his dick again and she moved her breasts to stroke him.

Jaune pulled her down again, and started fucking her mouth and tits onto his dick.

It was a brief but unforgiving pace, spit and throat slime was dragged out of her and splattered all over her bosom and Jaune's cock, rubbing against her face as he dragged her up and down his shaft and pressing her down into her own breasts.

When he was finished, her breasts were well-lubricated and her face looked positively ruined. Letting go of her hair, Jaune leaned back against his chair and let her take control.

She focused on catching her breath first, her mouth wide open and letting out little pained moans with each exhale, silver eyes closed.

But still, she hadn't stopped servicing him, one hand going under both her breasts to keep them together while her other pulled at a nipple, drawing her milk and getting it all over the palm of her hand. That same palm rose to rub at his head, mixing the milk with her spit and slime.

It reminded Jaune of jelly lube mixed with water to make it more runny, less sticky. When Summer transitioned to stroking his cock with her hand, she slid up and down at a quick and smooth tempo.

"Master…" She whispered, begged. "Please." Her luscious tongue lapped at his head, her hands going back to stroking his shaft with her tits, the motions now more quick, more slick, with the mix of milk and spit. "Let me come."

Jaune laughed as he leaned his head back to look at the sky behind her, enjoying the feeling of two fleshy tits rubbing him to orgasm, enjoying the warm contrast of her mouth around his head.

"What was it like, Summer, being away from me?"

She moaned about his cockhead before pulling away to answer, "It was pain, master. I needed to be milked, to cum, or else I'd lose myself." And then she shoved herself back onto his cock, throating herself on him again before pulling back out. Her hands reapplied the milk. "And then I couldn't. I couldn't come.I still can't come. Master, please let me come. Please!"

He could hear it, the almost-splashing whenever he moved his feet, the puddle that had grown underneath her as she served him. Her pussy was a faucet, leaking her arousal nonstop. Summer's hips periodically thrust forward, too, pushing her pelvis ineffectually against the air in some unconscious need for stimulation that she wasn't being given.

"Soon, Summer." He cooed, giving her a pat on her wet and tangled hair. Black-red strands stuck to his palm thanks to the milk he'd rubbed into it. She looked like a right mess and he loved it. "Tell me more first. Did you sleep with Taiyang while you were there?"

His maid dove in for another bout of fucking her face on his dick and answered when she pulled out, her hand again picking up the slack and lathering up his cock with milk while she slurpled up the threads of her spit.

"No, sir… Ah…" She licked from his cumvein up to his head, giving it a few suckles like she wanted to drink milk from it. "He's… He's not you." The last two words were said in an almost painful whine. Jaune failed to suppress the grin and the feeling of primal triumph at her answer. The feeling grew even more when Summer drove herself down again, this time moving so quickly Jaune thrust back up at the tingling feeling of shocks running through his cock.

"But I thought you loved him." He pulled at her nipples, cupping some of the milk and pouring it over her hair again, enjoying the sight of the white liquid running down her face to mix with everything else that now covered it. Summer leaned her head back in acceptance.

"I… I love Taiyang. I love my daughters… Ah… Ah… But… But I'm yours, master." The hands around her tits squeezed harder as she lifted herself up and then down to truly start the proper titfuck. "I can't be separated from you anymore. I'd go mad." Tears spilled down the sides of her face, coming from silver eyes clenched shut and joining all the other fluids on her skin. "I- I can't. Only you, master Jaune. I still love them. I don't think I'll ever stop, but I'll only ever be fucked by you, be with you."

She held her tongue out and looked at him, her eyes no longer half-lidded. There was something there that was a mix of acceptance, defeat, and resolve. It was a stark contrast to her flushed face and bosom even as he stared at her and her drool came down in a solid stream to fall over the head of his cock, pooling in her cleavage. The heat from her breasts and her spit stoking his flames.

"Do what you will with me, Jaune. Fuck me, destroy me, sire children in me. As many as you want." She bent down and slurped at his cock then resumed the titfuck. "I… I'll stay with you forever if you want, stay in the chateau or wherever you go, never go back to Patch."

Here he sensed her hesitation, saw a flash in her eyes as she thought of her younger, trueborn daughter. One that would grow up completely motherless if she didn't even spend a token amount of time back on that island of hers.

But she'd do that for him. Do it if he wanted her to.

That was sexy. Jaune grinned. That sacrifice was sexy, especially if she'd make it just so he'd not lose access to the collection of fuckholes that she was.

He could see it happening, too. Summer would stay and just stop visiting home, even for the odd weekend. Yang staying, too, after he'd finished breaking her in. Little Ruby Rose would wonder why her mother and sister stopped coming, but still send money back home.

Sure Taiyang would eventually come looking, but he already had plans to deal with that, and while Ruby was a tempting offer for the full set, he wasn't in a hurry to bring her in, not when he was already having so much fun with her mother, and Yang promised to be much the same.

But it was fun and games for him, it would most likely ruin Ruby's life, Taiyang's life.

And all so Summer could keep his cock wet.

He moaned at the idea as Summer suckled on the head of his cock. Her hips thrust even as she did so, her arousal splashing about and getting drops of her on his legs.

She sensed his coming climax, swirling her tongue about his head as she sped up the movement of her sloppy tits around his pulsing shaft. The spongy flesh felt divine, especially as he thought of how he was now the center of her existence. Well and truly his toy, his plaything.

His.

And when he finished cumming, coating her in so much semen her eyes were glued shut and her hair was more white than black-red, he grinned at her and granted her release.

"Cum, Summer. Cum and don't stop cumming till I say so."

~TtT~

The past day had been the longest she'd been on the edge for. Back on Patch, each time she'd failed to come to orgasm, she'd hung over the precipice then been pulled back. Today, she'd been pushed to edge and hung there, made to look down at the oblivion below without being permitted to come down, or to fall off.

So when she'd finally been thrown over, it was a fall unlike any Summer had ever experienced.

"Cumming!"

The semen covering her was hot, scalding. It was the only thing she could really feel besides the shocks that ran through her body as she fell back and splashed unto the puddle of her juices on the smooth stone floor.

Her back arched, feet scrambling against the wet stone to move, to climb, to get away. She felt herself shiver and twitch and shake as she failed. Summer writhed, pleasure wracking every corner of her body, girlcum squirting from her pussy as milk shot out of her nipples to join the spit and slime and semen.

"Ah! A-ah! Aaaaaaah!" Her hands thrashing about. Her pussy clenched about itself. It felt like her core had bundled itself into a ball of molten iron that compressed with each bolt of lightning that it sent up her spine and into her brain. She thrust up into the air as she squirted. "I-it- ah! It's n-not stop- gah!"

She could barely breathe, her lungs not willing to take in air as she died the little death unending, so every time she could she drew in great gulps for fear of truly passing. It was all she could do, all Summer could control besides her mouth. The rest of her body was too caught up in the throes of orgasm to obey.

It just went on and on. One orgasm rolling into the next without abating. Her lungs burned, her heart was pounding so hard in her chest Summer was becoming more and more sure that this was how she was going to die, cumming and cumming as a show for her master. All after bringing her own replacement, her dear Yang, to be trained up as his next toy.

She could see it, too. Yang twisted and broken like she was now, writing in a puddle of her own fluids, her hair soaked in who-knows-what, and feeling only fire and lightning inside of her.

But she could also see the two of them working together, both of them on this very balcony floor putting on this same show for Jaune. Waking him up with their mouths, with their tits, their pussies. She wondered what changes the master would make to her eldest, wished she'd get to see. Would he make her a milking cow like her? Soften up the entrance to her womb so she'd be able to take all of his cock? Make her able to orgasm from choking on cock and drowning in cum?

Would he do more?

"Oo-o-ooooh! Ooooooh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaaah!"

Summer wanted to see. To be there. To hold her daughter's hand and whisper in her ear that it was all going to be alright.

"Y-Yaaaaaang." Her whimpering cry was breathless. It was becoming harder now, and Summer was sure that if her eyes weren't glued shut by her master's cum she'd be going blind again. But she could see her little girl's purples gaze boring into her. She called, "Y-Gah! Y-Yaaaaaaaang!"

Something pressed down on her stomach, pushing so hard she'd been flatted unto the smooth stone slabs beneath her, her clammy skin sinking into the now cooling puddle of liquid sex.

It was Jaune, "How is it, Summer? Good to finally get to come after holding it in for the past few days?" There was a growl somewhere there that stood out so starkly to her despite her clouded mind, one that she found herself hyperfocused on even as she rolled into another round of orgasms, her hips trying in vain to thrust against whatever he was pushing her down with to the point of pain. Pain that only served to further amplify her orgasm.

She keened as her head rocked back and blossomed in a round of pain and dizziness. If not for her aura, she'd have probably knocked herself out then.

"You've been cumming nonstop, Summer. It's quite the sight" His weight fell over her breasts, her shoulders. She could feel his breath brushing her hot and sweaty neck. "I wonder what you feel like."

Then, he entered her.

Summer felt herself try to scream and fail, her mouth hanging open as she ineffectually arched her back to get away.

It felt like the largest thing she'd ever taken, felt like it was stretching her out like a log would if it was being run through her. She wasn't sure if he was larger or the very tight constriction of her passage made it feel that way, but that was what it felt like.

"Hngggg!" And she came. Of course it made her cum. "I-I'm dying! I'm dying, master!" Summer didn't know how she'd managed to pullin a breath, but she did. She breathed in to cry and her lungs felt like they may pop or be crushed. She wasn't sure which, but maybe both. "I'm going to diiiiiiiiieeee!"

Despite this, Jaune laughed. "It's so good, Summer. This is the tightest I've had you. It's actually almost painful how hard you're squeezing, almost like it's an opening too small for my cock." He moaned, his hips giving her a thrust that just drove her to further heights. She'd thrashed some more, but his weight still held her against the floor. "But you're so slick, Summer. So very slick, and I can slide in and out so nicely."

Her entire lower body moved around his dick, flesh pried open to allow him further entry. It felt like a hammer and chisel was splitting her apart, cutting her in half. Or maybe it was more like a saw.

Because that's what he started to do afterwards.

And somehow Summer stayed awake for it. The whole maddening ordeal of cumming and cumming and cumming for the pleasure of the titanic dick that fucked all of her.

Meanwhile, Jaune laughed and played with her body. She felt him pull at her nipples even as hs pushed down on her, felt his weight press against her womb from above while his cock fucked it, as she fucked herself on him in her spasms. The wall of her womb sandwiched between them. It was an exquisite brand of suffering.

She didn't know how long it went, didn't know how many more times he'd filled her and let her own pussy stimulate him back to hardness, didn't know how many times she'd ended up coming. All she did know was that when her master finally told her to stop cumming, she'd taken a deep breath and fallen to blissful sleep in a pool of cum and milk, baptized into her new life.

~TtT~

"What do you think of her, master?"

Jaune looked down from his chair to meet Summer's silver eyes for a moment before looking to the window.

After she'd finally woken up, looking much healthier than she had when she'd arrived if certainly more exhausted, they'd both gone down for dinner. It had been the agreed-upon time for Jaune to meet Yang, after all.

"I think I'm going to like her."

Yang was a pretty thing. A bit taller than him, but that wasn't unexpected. He'd been told that boys his age caught up later in that department, and he certainly didn't mind the enhanced view of her cleavage it would give him when the time came. He could practically feel her titflesh warming his cheeks as he sunk his face into them while he sunk his dick into her cunt.

A warm, wet tongue brushed against the head of his cock.

"I'm glad." Summer said. Jaune could practically feel the grin in her voice even as he looked out towards the shattered moon. "May I ask what you have in mind for her, master?"

That was a good question, though he'd taken the week away from Summer to think about it. There were some things he'd not developed in Summer that he'd like to try out with Yang. See where it led and what kind of experience she could give him.

Certainly her hair was something he wanted to have fun with. His personal maid had mentioned quite a few times how seriously Yang took her hair. Jaune would love to see how such diligent care would feel wrapped around his cock and soaked with his cum.

"Many things, Summer." He looked down to her as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Jaune pushed her down to the base in one long, smooth motion. "How about I tell you some of what I have in mind while you earn your dessert, eh?"

The moan that ran down his cock was all the answer he needed.

Chapter Text

Yang awoke with a start.

Hot. It was too hot. Stuffy, scalding.

She'd swung an arm out and threw her covers off as soon as she realized.

The air, meanwhile, was frigid. Instantly cooling her sweat and sending shivers down her spine. She failed to suppress the shudder that overcame her. Or the knowledge of her stiffening nipples, or the sticky moisture between her legs.

In the silent room, Yang whimpered.

She could still feel her dreams, the phantom sensations of hands roaming across her skin, grabbing and groping and squeezing. She could still feel the echoes of hot hardness rubbing against the outside of her core-

"Ngaaaaaaaaa!"

There was no way she was going to be able to go back to sleep like this. She was too worked up, too wet, and definitely too uncomfortable now. Laying back against her sheets, she realized how soaked they were, and how different the sensation was against her butt. Ick.

But her thighs pressed together anyway, rubbing together before she knew what she was doing. It wasn't much, but it definitely told her she wanted more. Well, if the throbbing from down there wasn't enough of an indication, at least.

Her finger reached down, brushed against her abdomen just above her crotch.

It was like lightning. A moment later, she'd thrust her hips up and Yang could have sworn she saw stars. She'd never felt like this before.

Her hair plastered to her face as she shook her head and gasped. Her finger went further, the bolt of lightning weakening to a steady stream of shocks as she got to her pussy. She didn't think she'd ever been this wet before, not even when she'd first discovered what all of this was.

Good… So good.

Lavender eyes clenched shut, head pushing itself into her pillow as her back arched over the bed and her legs shook. Her finger had gone from rubbing the outside of her pussy to thrusting. One finger, two fingers, three.

She wondered what cock would feel like, wondered how deep it would go, what it would feel like when it split her open.

"Ah… Ah… Gaaaaaah." Her breathing grew labored, and she felt her body grow even hotter despite the cool air of her room. Her legs were shaking more than thrusting now, shivering even as her hand sped up. A touch of her free hand to her breasts caused her to spasm, her torso wiggling atop of the soaked sheets even as her legs kept working.

Gods!

Her vision turned white as her eyes rolled up into their sockets. Sweat rolling off of her in rivulets, running down her forehead, her back, the valley between her breasts. Her fingers wrapped around the tit she'd brushed against to keep it from bouncing. She squeezed.

"AAAAAAAH!"

Blood turned to magma as she froze with her legs spread and stiff. She could feel her torso twitching, spasming. Her fingers crushed inside her fleshy walls as her orgasm gushed between the digits.

Everything else had turned numb except for her pussy. The cold, the soreness, and the pain only a distant sensation before the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.

When she'd finally finished, Yang was too tired to even roll over to the side of the bed that wasn't soaked in sweat and girlcum. Her hair was matted with sweat and stuck to every part of her, even a few strands caught between her lips.

And when she finally fell asleep, the last thing she'd seen were a pair of ultramarine eyes.

~TtT~

"Good job, the both of you." Summer called with a clap of her hands, the sound echoing through the arena.

On a dime, both Yang and Jaune stopped, her boss taking a backstep and raising his shield while lowering his weapon. Yang had both hands up in a boxer's stance, frozen.

She'd honestly expected Jaune Arc to be some sort of spoiled brat. The whole place fit the bill, after all, especially the sheer extravagance of having a place like this while the rest of Remnant was crowding in cities, or taking risks out on the frontier. Hell, he'd even opted to be home-tutored instead of bothering to attend combat school, and when she'd asked him about it, he wasn't even planning to attend any of the academies!

If not for the fact that he'd been good enough to give her a run for her money, she'd have relished in giving him a good thrashing. Apparently, her mom had done a real good job with him, not like Yang would have expected anything less.

"Jaune, still have to work on your reaction time, but you're getting much better at dealing with an opponent that'll try to get into your guard than your having to do it the other way around." Summer opened when she approached the two. Jaune set aside his sword and shield while Yang was wiping herself down with a towel her mother had passed her. "I'd like to see how you handle yourself against both Yang and I next time."

Oh, she'd like that. Even after she retired, her mom had done a really good job keeping herself in shape, and while she wasn't as quick as she used to be, the woman's experience would still be enough to keep Jaune on his toes, much less with Yang fighting alongside her.

Summer went over a few more things, but Yang had tuned it out since most of it was meant for Jaune, anyway. The blond girl opted to focus on wiping away all the sweat and getting herself rehydrated.

The past week at the chateau had more or less gone like this. She'd wake up in the morning, and join Jaune for breakfast wherever he took it. Usually he had it at the dining room of his apartments since the main dining room was only ever used when the other Arcs were here, though occasionally they'd have it outside on one of the balconies.

After that, Yang would have an hour of free time before she'd get out of the funny maid uniform she'd been required to wear and they'd head off to this very training arena to duke it out. She'd been thankfully provided with a very comfortable tracksuit, but she'd occasionally use her combat outfit if the mood took her.

It would be a late lunch back in Jaune's apartments after this, though the both of them usually got to shower first to get all the gunk off. Both she and the boss liked to feel clean after a workout.

Honestly, she'd not expected to actually enjoy being here. She had a surprising amount of free time, since the actual work they had to do mostly just involved Jaune's training. Yang had other duties like having to assist him if he was going out, but he'd not left the house since Yang had joined the household, so that point was pretty moot so far.

Lavender eyes turned to the boy as she was draining her thermos, surprised to find them looking in her direction. He was… He wasn't meeting her gaze, instead looking lower.

Yang suppressed the urge to look down and see if her top had become see-through from the sweat. She'd caught him doing it a few times after they'd trained, eying her, but it was usually quick glances, brief moments where he'd seemed to have lost control.

This… He was out-and-out staring.

His eyes met hers before she could think if she should do anything about it, if she could.. She'd expected him to flinch or look away. Instead, he nodded his head towards the showers before turning back to her mom who didn't seem to notice what had happened.

Blue eyes flashed in her mind, ultramarine pools that caught the moonlight as they raked up and down her skin so hard she could feel them.

Yang flinched first, her cheeks and neck heating up, as she clutched her open thermos to her stomach.

She beat a hasty retreat to the showers after that, leaving her mom to finish whatever she was doing with their boss. Best finish up before Jaune takes his own turn.

The chateau had several showers and changing rooms for the gym. Nothing like Signal's, and Yang couldn't have been happier. While Signal's were large and designed to allow multiple people to use them at once, the Arcs had each shower and changing room attached individually, allowing for much more privacy. Yang would have called it extravagant, but that had pretty much become a given for them.

Not that she minded being able to use the shower, locker, and changing room like it was hers. She'd used the exact same one since she got here, the room in the far back and to the left.

Yang felt each droplet of water running down her skin like they were fingers touching her. Even with the heat, she found herself shivering as she washed the sweat out of her hair and scrubbed it from her skin. She could imagine fingers running through the strands, feel them brushing against the back of her neck, her shoulder, her sides.

Knees clenched together. She braced herself against the tiled wall.

Breathe, girl. Get a grip. The boss hadn't even said much to her outside of training and small talk when they were eating. He wasn't even the most good-looking guy she'd met. That honor belonged to her friends back at school that had far, far better physiques than a surprisingly competent rich kid that lived out in the boonies.

Over the noise of the shower, she heard the door creek open. His heavy footsteps sounded so loud to her she could count how many he took to his preferred shower room. Fifteen steps, and he always took the one opposite hers, though she'd never heard him say anything about it.

He was there, about to take a shower just like she was now.

Yang could see him, his shirt off, his surprisingly toned body dripping with sweat just as the shower was turned on and the hot water washed it all away. Drops coming down his shoulders, his chest, his waist, his… everything.

There, with her. Holding her.

She was leaning against the tiled wall before she knew it, hand between her legs and the memory of her dreams now melding with reality.

Her fingers were slick, surrounded by a sticky wetness that was very distinct from the hot water that pooled around her and fell down her skin. Yang's hips thrust forward every now and then, getting more of her fingers and jolt and shake even more. She imagined it was his hands grabbing her breasts, imagined it was his body she was leaning against in the shower.

Jelly. She felt her legs slowly turn to jelly, shivering and shaking before eventually giving way as she slid down to sit on the tiled floor. Water splashed around her while she spread her legs and kept touching herself, enjoying the pleasant heat that was pooling right below her navel, compressing there. Tightening.

"Enjoying yourself, aren't you, Yang?"

Half-lidded, Yang could almost imagine him saying that. A self-satisfied look on his face she'd only ever read about. He'd never had the look, himself, but it would fit. It would fit so well. Jaune standing over her, with a smirk as he watched her masturbate on the shower floor with her legs spread wide, her juices mixing with the pool below her as it slowly went down the drain.

"Wha-"

She felt his hand touch her head, fingers sliding over her hair in just the way she imagined it. The heat at the bottom of her belly intensified.

But he was here. He was here and he was seeing her naked and he was touching her.

The sizzle came before the fire, and Yang was on her feet with a fist rocketing towards him in the blink of an eye. Her semblance's fire bursting forth.

How dare he touch her like this. Walk in on her in the bath like he had every right to? No one in Signal dared try this shit with her, and damn if she put up with this from some spoiled rich kid even if he was a better fighter than she'd ever expected.

And then the world stilled. The fire sinking back into her as the heat in her belly exploded outward, searing her skin and tingling her extremities. Yang felt lightning pulse out in a wave from Jaune's blow. Her legs, her mind, her whole world shook.

She was back on the tiles after, on her ass with her legs spread as she spasmed uncontrollably and her vision went white.

W-what-

"Don't be like that." His voice was a growl, a whisper. Up against her ear as she felt him sit on top of where he punched her. The pressure sent another jolt through her, the way his weight squeezed her into the floor while his hand cradled her head. Yang could feel her core growing hotter than the cooling water of the shower.

As her vision returned, even as her legs still shook and her hips squirmed beneath him, Yang looked into ultramarine eyes. Jaune never looked so hungry before, so terrifying, and she couldn't find the strength to move. All her senses were centered around her belly, right below her navel where he was pushing down on her. Everything else felt muted, distant. Her arms weren't moving and her legs shook so uncontrollably she couldn't get her feet on the tiles.

She… she'd come, hadn't she?

"You understand the position you're in, right Yang?" He continued, moving his finger from her hair to her cheek. It was hot, scorching. Bright and strong enough to come through the fluff that was clouding most of her mind. "The only reason you didn't lost your shot at Beacon was because I stepped in. You had a mark on your record and a big enough fine to get you thrown out into the street. I made all of that disappear."

He snapped his fingers. It was louder than the shower that went pitter-patter in the back of her head. His snap was like thunder.

"Like that." Jaune hissed. "And if I wanted to, I can make it all come back, too. You're a smart girl, Yang."

Even as her hips shook, even as her body burned up, Yang could see it. She'd be out of Signal, Beacon would be a distant memory. What could've been. She'd heard stories about it from the older students, those that screwed up and got into trouble, real trouble. The kind of strength huntsmen and huntresses possessed could go to your head, after all, and her uncle never shied away from telling her that.

Didn't help that her mom, the woman who'd birthed her, was an example of that, too.

And to make matters worse, the fine. She remembered overhearing her mom, her real mom, talk about it. They'd lose the house, and Yang knew they'd not really have anywhere else to go. Uncle Qrow's place was tiny, and would no way keep a family of four, and mom wasn't making as much as she used to now that she wasn't an active huntress.

Lavender eyes met ultramarine. They seemed to blur even though she could feel them bore into her. She blinked, and it cleared for a moment before it started to blur again. Hot streaks came down her cheeks as Jaune's fingers caressed them.

"O-oh-" she hiccuped, "Okay. Okay."

It really had been too good to be true, hadn't it? All of this?

Jaune's grin made his eyes positively twinkle in the pale light of the shower. He leaned in close, so close she could feel his breath against her ear.

"Good girl."

And then he was up, his weight pulling back from her poor belly, and Yang felt herself gush at the relief. Still, the echo of it, the ghost of the sensation danced across her skin and somewhere deep inside her. She clenched at the memory of it.

Without thinking, she put a hand there, right below her belly button, and pushed.

"Hnng!…"

Yang felt herself squirm at the realization. She sobbed.

Jaune pulled her out of the shower and got her to wipe herself down with a towel while he did the same. It was an automatic thing, something Yang hadn't thought about, and she spent her time looking down at the plush carpet that covered the opposite half of the tiled floor. She couldn't even find it in herself to look at Jaune even though he was as naked as she was.

When she'd finished, he took the towel from her and led her to the carpet. Her hair still wet and sent lines of wetness down her back, her legs. The cold of the changing room making her shiver even as she leaked heat between her thighs and Jaune's fingers scorched lines over her skin. She felt her nipples stiffen.

He made her kneel.

It was an angry thing. Red and throbbing and terrifyingly large. She'd seen it over the CCT in her private moments, and sometimes caught sight of it at Signal, but never like this, and never this close. The heat of it warmed her skin as he stepped close. Maybe it was in contrast with the chill of the room. Yang wasn't sure.

"Use your hands."

Yang hand handled steel before. Signal students were made to make their own weapons, and she'd taken pride in putting together Ember Cecilia herself. The experience with the forge was a unique one, a memorable one. She'd neve forget how the white-hot iron had felt a she forged it, a cloud of heat that caused her to break out into a sweat even though she never touched it herself.

Jaune's cock reminded her of that. Molten hot, and she wondered if she'd have been burned if she didn't have aura.

When it throbbed in her fingers, she flinched. One of his hands landed on top of her head, and she looked up to see his unmoving, ultramarine eyes. Her hand shook as she wrapped her fingers around them again.

She felt him jolt, thrust forward into her palms. Yang almost jumped but held herself. Looking back to him, she saw his mouth just barely open.

It was surprisingly dry. Maybe he'd wiped it down when they got out? The movement was smooth but slow as she moved her hands up and down the shaft, going from bottom to top and back, her skin just barely brushing the head.

Yang could almost feel her palms start to get clammy, cold.

"Haven't done this before?"

She could tell he knew the answer just from whatever look she had. Did she look lost?

"Lick the tip." Was his response.

Yang hesitated.

Jaune did not.

His hand wrapped around the back of her head, tangling his fingers in a few strands. Part of her wanted to protest at that, stop him from manhandling her precious mane, but she didn't get the chance. He pulled her forward and planted his cockhead against her lips, the heat of it felt more intense like that, and the smell got stronger, too. It was Jaune. It was his smell, but compressed, intensified.

"Get spit all over it. Lots."

It was a bit salty, and it felt spongy against her tongue. All the same, the drool came easily, dripping down and coating the tip. Each pass of her tongue getting easier and easier.

Finally, Jaune let out a moan, and Yang felt heat once again start pooling at the bottom of her belly. She felt her legs shudder and squeeze together.

Going from licking his head to using her spit to ease her stroking by her hands took no further prompting. Her movements eventually turned into a steady glide as more of her spit wet Jaune's dick.

The wet squelching filled the room, interspersed with Jaune's grunts of pleasure. She squeezed around the shaft as it got easier to move her hands, the soft outside compressing until she could feel the hard iron that was its core. Yang's licks eventually picked up the taste of him, and the smell filled her mind with images of her dreams, but this time with his cock no longer a distant thing she could only imagine.

One of her hands cupped his balls when Jaune directed her to. The pair was heavy in her hand and wet with the drippings from his shaft. She fondled them and was, again, rewarded with a moan and thrust of his hips. The head of his cock entering her mouth entirely.

Pursing her lips around it, she swept her tongue around and gave it a suck.

"Yesssss," Jaune hissed, his hand at the back of her head closing to grip her hair. The sting of it causing Yang to cry around his cockhead, making him cheer at the vibration, "Oh that is good." He laughed, "I'm going to enjoy you, Yang. I can feel it."

Enjoy her, he said. Like she was some sort of thing. The thought made her lips purse, but she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the heat in her belly intensify at the idea. It wasn't fair. This had no business making her even hornier.

Yang didn't want to enjoy this!

His other hand reached out to run against her free locks while she continued to pleasure him. Each sound of approval he made made her pussy clench. Jaune's movements seemed to turn tender, his caresses of her head and hair would have been almost affectionate if not for the context of her situation. Here she was, in a changing room in a house he owned sucking him off and giving him a handjob.

Jaune's pulsed in her hands, the head of his cock throbbed inside her mouth.

Oh… oh gods. Was he-

"You have really nice hair, Yang." His voice had turned into low growl, predatory. "Your mom brags about how beautiful and soft it is. She's told me how proud you are of it."

Now his fingers were running through her locks, each digit felt like hot iron rods against her scalp. He knew. He knew and he was treating her hair like this?

"A-and I gotta say, she wasn't exaggerating. It feels really, really nice, Yang, and that's before you've gotten it completely dry." The lilt in his voice made her look up to meet his eyes. She could see a glint of an idea there, and she really didn't want to know what that would mean for her. "But honestly, maybe it being just a bit wet might suit me just fine right now."

Then he was manhandling her again, pulling away from her mouth while he took a handful of her hair - her hair! - and- a-and-

"Oh yessssss…" Jaune hissed, "I think I like this. Go on, Yang. Use your hands."

Her hands. Use them around what he'd done to her hair, that he knew she loved, and he wrapped it around his cock like he had the right to do as he pleased with her. Yang wanted to respond. To snap at him, or hit him for what he did.

Instead she just stared at the sight of it. He'd bundled up her hair into a small twist and wrapped it around his shaft several times. Jaune was large enough that it could coil about his length like a snake with her ends hanging down near his cock head like some sort of snake.

Jaune must have sensed her hesitation, putting both his hands on top of her own head, his shadow falling over both her vision and the length of hair that connected her to his dick.

"Not this, please." She'd whimpered. Yang couldn't recall a time where her voice was ever so small.

She could feel his hands squeeze about her crown, his fingertips digging in just enough to be almost painful. "You know you don't have a say in this, Yang."

"B-but what about my mom!" she answered, looking anywhere but at him or what he'd done to her, her eyes instead looking to the carpeted floor that was spotted with drops of water and her spit, the lockers, the polished tiles. "She'd come looking for us if we took much longer, right?"

At this he laughed. "I left her something to work on that'll take a few hours, Yang. And I had our food dropped off at my apartments so they're not expecting us at the dining room." Jaune's eyes seemed to glow as he grinned down at her, the sight of it terrifying as it was partially framed by the shadow of his arms over her face. The image of some terrible god.

"No one's coming, Yang. And you're smart enough to not talk, right?"

He was pulling her forward now. Jaune wasn't even interested in hearing her answer. He was already confident in it. Yang's dignity for her family's future, her future. It should have been an easy choice.

But why'd it have to be like this?

The wet cockhead was touching her lips again when Jaune spoke. "Keep the spit coming, Yang, and I want you to jack me off with your hair till I tell you to stop."

And just like that, she was back at it, her fingers now wrapping around her hair as she moved it up and down Jaune's cock. Her spit from earlier being absorbed by her hair and let her glide it up and down with minimal resistance. As she did to, she kept sucking on his tip, swirling her tongue around his spongy head and letting her spit drip down the shaft to join her hands and hair. Occasionally, she'd feel her strands brush against her lips. It was a light touch that was warm and wet from Jaune's cock and her spit.

She tried to blink back tears. She failed.

"Ah…" Jaune sighed above her, a quick thrust from his hips pushing deeper into her mouth and making her gag. His large cockhead was straining her jaw to an uncomfortable degree. She tried to pull back but he held her there, maybe enjoying the way the entrance to her throat squeezed as she choked out spit and cried about his cock. "Yes, keep it going like that." And he then pulled back to let her catch her breath. Her hand never stopped jerking him.

"So here's how this is going to - oh - work. You get to keep doing your usual duties. The training is important, alongside the other little bits like helping me out when I'm actually doing work, not that there's a lot of that." His fingers were going through her hair again, drawing light circles on her head. Yang felt her hips twitch, felt her arousal run down her thighs. She hoped he didn't notice.

"But when I go to your room, I can do what I want. Sometimes, I'll call you to mine. Sometimes, I'll do this again, and I'll take you here in the changing room. Maybe even the shower." Lifting her eyes, she looked to meet his even her vision blurred from the tears. "Anytime, anywhere, alright?"

A shiver ran up her spine at the thought.

"You don't have to worry about the other staff, of course. I don't particularly fancy an audience, so you can rest assured I'll keep our - oh that is good, Yang - meetings private." He sighed as he thrust into her mouth again. And when she started to choke he held her down, putting a hand at the back of her neck. She could feel his thumb stroking her nape.

"Keep that hand moving." She did so, picking up the pace that slowed down as she felt herself struggle to breathe amid her gagging. Spit and slime coming up and splashing unto his shaft and her hair.

"You'll be staying the rest of the summer, and you're only going home when school's about to start, understand?" It was becoming harder to hear him, his voice starting to sound distant.

Yang was too busy gagging on his cock. Her vision was starting to darken at the edges, and she couldn't pull back. She couldn't breathe very well, and any involuntary gasps just gave her a mouthful of cock.

Meanwhile, the heat in her belly had turned into a ball of molten iron.

And just when she thought she'd pass out, when the darkness was starting to extend to her hands and she knew that she wasn't moving them anymore, he pulled out.

The sound she made was like a dying animal, taking deep lungfuls of cock-scented air as she coughed and spit out saliva and slime from her throat even as she saw strings of the stuff connect to Jaune's cock. With renewed strength, she started jacking him again, the strands getting mixed in with her hair in a way that made her want to look away.

"You look so beautiful right now, Yang." Jaune whispered. She could hear the grin in his voice, the self-satisfied look he must have been wearing. "Oh… oh… And you feel so good… so, so good."

He was throbbing in her hands, seemingly growing even larger despite already being bigger than anything she'd seen on or off the CCT. Gods… it was happening.

Yang shut her eyes as she felt him take a hand off her head and wrap it around her grip on his cock. She didn't want to look.

But feel it she did. She felt it when he moved her grip and her hair to wrap around the head of his cock, and felt it as he started spasming.

It was liquid fire. Each spurt coming and coating her palm and her the bundle of hair that was under it, making the strands stick to her skin even as he moved her palm to cup around his head and rub. There was so much of it that it passed through the gaps between her fingers and dripped down the back of her hand.

Jaune groaned. It was a mix of satisfaction and triumph. The polar opposite of what Yang was feeling.

His hand let go of hers, but she somehow felt it grasp somewhere down his shaft. Yang didn't know what was happening until she felt another spurt of his cum getting squeezed unto her hair. He was squeezing out the remainder of it.

Then he removed his other hand from her head, freed his cock from the confines of her hair, and deposited the remainder of his load on her. Yang was thankful she'd closed her eyes now.

"That's a good look on you, Yang," He said as she felt his molten cum drip down her face and over the crown of her head. It slid down her hair. It slid down her hair. Her eyes were coated over so thickly she doubted she could open them. "I think I'll take a photo. For posterity."

Yang could only whimper.

~TtT~

Jaune was pleased, very pleased.

That had gone well, and he'd made sure to go over with Yang one more time how things were going to work before he left. He'd be coming to her room tonight to have some fun with her again, and he'd likely have her spend the weekend in his room.

He'd cleaned up his cock on her hair before changing and coming up to his room, leaving Yang behind to clean herself up.

Summer really hadn't been kidding. She really had the softest hair. With her spit as lube, it had been quite the experience, and he was looking forward to playing with it more. Honestly, though, it had been her reactions that had taken the cake for him. Yang had been such a fiery thing the past week he'd known her, and there was something arousing about seeing her so cowed, even as he saw her quash the desire to do something about the way he handled her hair.

It only made Jaune want to do things there, even more.

He was entering his apartments now, closing the door to the study behind him before moving towards the little security room where he kept his weapons when they weren't in use as well as several other things.

The smell hit him first, followed by the sound of heavy panting and the moaning of his favorite girl.

"Ah…Ah…Oh- Oh Yang."

It was dark, now that he'd closed the door. Only the blue-white light from the screens lighting up the room and reflecting on Summer's sweat-covered skin. It glistened as it ran down her forehead, her neck, her collar, dipping into the valley of her lactating breasts as she squeezed one and rubbed her clit.

She'd had the decency to use a plastic chair. Considerate enough to not get her fluids all over the leather seat he usually used when he was going over footage of fights.

He was thankful because she'd made a puddle on the seat and it was dripping down to the floor in strings, glistening in the darkness.

"Hello, Summer." Jaune said as he approached, walking around so she could meet his eyes. "I see you enjoyed the show."

The changing room Yang used had been equipped with a camera and mic to allow him to watch her bathing. Today, Summer had used it to watch Jaune take the girl for the first time. Looking at it, the sequence of his cumming on the blonde girl was running on loop, sounds and all.

Summer's panting didn't stop, but she didn't speak as she slid off the chair and fell to her knees before him. It was seconds later that his pants were down and his cock was out, a moment later that it was down her throat she was suffocating on it.

"Hands behind your back, Summer." She obeyed immediately as he reached up and wrapped his fingers in her hair. He could feel her hips start to shake, her orgasm finally starting now that he was here with her. He could feel her juices landing on his toes as she squirted.

"And feel free to pass out. I think I'd like to have you warming my cock while I go over what I did to your daughter."

The moaning suction, her breaths stoppered by his girth, was all the answer he needed.

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Her cheek was smooth, hot, slick with tears, sweat, and spit. Jaune felt it go concave as Summer tried to inhale, her throat sealing around his cock like the sleeve he’d turned her into. His fingers ran through her hair, enjoying the sensation of the vacuum throatfuck as he pulled out then pushed himself back down in long and smooth strokes.

Yes, getting rid of Summer’s gag reflex had been one of his favorite decisions. It made her mouth more like her pussy or ass while keeping all the nice bits of fucking her face like being able to hold her head, and watch her pass out from lack of air.

Jaune absentmindedly gave her a pat on the head after bottoming out, letting her sit flush against his groin as he kept his eyes on the screen before him.

Yang had gone back to the bathroom. He figured she’d intended to wash her hair, get rid of the spit and cum he’d covered her with after his introductory session with her.

That wasn’t what was happening on screen, though.

“ Gah… W-why?… Ahhh …”

No, instead Jaune was enjoying a show of watching Yang sit on the shower floor fingering herself while water rained down around her. All the while, she questioned why she couldn’t stop while he felt her mother’s throat suck on his hilted cock.

Jaune couldn’t suppress a grin of triumph, sighing in enjoyment as he pulled a bit on Summer’s head before thrusting her back down. The flash of coldness from the air on her spit made the confines of her mouth and throat that much hotter as he hilted himself against her lips. He tried pushed down further, putting a hand behind her neck to hold her steady as he started to feel her shake from a coming orgasm.

It was matched by the daughter on his screen as Yang started to thrust her hips erratically, pushing two fingers up to the base into her pussy and her other hand twiddled with her clit.

He couldn’t help the very satisfied grin that broke out when both girls squirted out their orgasm. He could feel how Summer came. Her body started to jerk about and she squirted unto the floor, some of it splashing at his feet. Her throat also constricted tightly around him as she tried to gasp out breaths, struggling as the shocks caused her to try to pull away.

Of course, Jaune held fast and kept her down.

“No!…Ah!…No!” Yang keened, sounding almost pained with the way she came. Her eyes were rolled up into her sockets and strands of cum-covered hair covered her face. Lavender eyes looked into the near distance listlessly, and she was slumped against the wall with her legs spread and her pussy quivering, her hands lay limply over her thighs. She looked nothing like the bright and boisterous blonde he’d met just a week ago. The girl looked positively radiant.

He couldn’t wait to break her in further. How would she react to the conditioning she doubtlessly didn’t know about? Jaune wanted to see. And even moreso, he couldn’t wait till he could have both Summer and Yang together. How the girl would react to her own mother selling her out to him. Would she weep? Would she rage at the betrayal? Would she break?

Summer’s throat clung to his shaft as he pulled back, stopping when he felt her uvula tickle the upper half of his cock then thrusting back down.

No reaction.

Looking down, Jaune blinked when he saw that she was now lying limp, her hands hanging at her sides and her face looking just the slightest bit blue.

He felt a surge of warmth for his Summer at the sight, and his hips thrust forward on instinct. The entry was still smooth. Summer’s gag reflex was something he’d removed an age ago, and he fucked her throat so frequently, he’d have probably trained it out of her eventually. But this time, there wasn’t a pulsing tightness from her breathing. No. In fact, she wasn’t breathing at all. Instead, it was a steady grip caused by the lack of air and one that would persist until he took his cock out of her.

Wrapping a hand around her hair for leverage, he pulled out halfway.

“Oooh… Oh Summer .” Jaune closed his eyes as he felt the head of his cock drag against the tight fit. Her throat fought against his exit until he stopped and pushed her back down. There was zero resistance with how much throat slime coated his cock.

Standing up, he started combining his rough handling of her head with thrusts of his own, causing her head to jolt lightly from the impact.

“I think I’ll let Yang keep her gag reflex.” He said almost absentmindedly as he increased his pace, eye now looking at Yang who’d started to masturbate again, this time lazily with a few fingers pushing into herself while the other stayed limp. Her sobbing was coming through the speakers.

Yes, Jaune decided, he’d let her keep choking on his dick when he fucked her throat. The discomfort was something he’d found he liked the look of on Yang. Seeing her struggle was sexy. He could imagine the sensation, too, how her throat would pulse and try to push him out, spit and slime coming up to make it wetter. All it would manage to do was make the experience more enjoyable for him and less enjoyable for her.

He could see her face and hair covered in slime right before he added his cum to the mix.

Laying Summer’s head against the table, he stopped pulling her down entirely and moved to fucking into her mouth in earnest. Each thrust smashed her head against the walls of the table, and would have resulted in injury if not for her aura.

He’d pierce Yang’s nipples, make her tits bigger, too. She was big for a girl her age, Summer had told him, but he could go bigger than that. Maybe even have her lactate like her mom.

Yes, he liked that idea.

“O-Oh Yang.” He gasped as he felt his balls tighten and fiery warmth build around the cock he’d shoved inside Summer’s suffocating throat. “We’re going to have so much fun together. A-Ah… You, and me, and your mother, and I can’t wait till then.”

He pulled out, completely removing his cock, thick strings linking his cock all the way to her insides.

And with one hand still wrapped around her hair, he slapped her.

Summer gasped from the impact, breathing in for the first time in maybe minutes. The lack of air still had her lightheaded, though, from the empty look in her eyes.

But that didn’t matter. Jaune just wanted to make sure she was awake for when he fucked her throat to his climax, immediately shoving her head against the desk before thrusting himself back to the base into her mouth, resuming the punishing pace he’d set before.

This time, he felt her scream around him. Vibrations that pleasured the cock that muffled the sound. Silver eyes teared up as the pain and pleasure woke them up. Eyes wide she stared up at him with confused and desperate eyes.

All the while, her throat clung to his cock like a vice and squeezed even more each time she inhaled his dick to try and scream. Weak hands pushed at his thighs.

But he didn’t let up, thrusting away at her as she suffocated. He wanted her conscious when he came.

And she was, if barely. Spit-covered eyes lidded, hands weakly clinging to him as his cum was pumped down her throat.

~TtT~

It had taken Yang a long while to clean Jaune’s cum out of her hair, even longer because she’d struggled with the shame of masturbating right after he’d finished with her. That and the semen had gotten exceedingly difficult to clean in the hot shower. She’d almost broken down into tears again when she first began to realize it and had wept with relief when it finally came off.

She’d gone back up to her room afterwards. If she’d had other duties she was supposed to see to that day, no one had bothered her. Not anyone else on the staff, and not her mother, either.

Briefly, very briefly, after she’d closed the door and looked out the window to see one of the gardeners going about their work, Yang had considered bringing it up with someone. She’d been introduced to the other members of the household even though she and her mother barely had to interact with them. Maybe one of them could help her.

Then she’d seen images of what would happen to her mother, to the rest of her family. And that wasn’t even considering what would happen if something like this about the Arcs came to light, or at least Jaune in specific.

Would anyone even care? Yang hadn’t even heard of the Arcs before Summer had told the family about them.

It was with thoughts like these that Yang, exhausted in mind, body, and soul, had gone to bed.

The knock woke her up. Three sturdy taps on the door. Blinking away the sleep, she looked to what was supposed to be an open window to see the twinkling of the clear night sky outside, a sight she’d greatly enjoyed being away from pretty much all civilization.

Yang started when the knock came again, louder this time.

And again.

On the fourth set, she’d stumbled out of bed and reached out for the knob before she’d realized what she was doing.

Beyond the door were the most terrifying chips of ice she’d ever seen. She’d been pushed against her bed moments later.

“You’ve been locked up in here all day, Yang.” Jaune said, looking down on her. “I missed you at dinner.” Even in the darkness, she could see the glint of his grin. “Summer was wondering if you were okay.”

She wanted to speak, wanted to say something snarky, or smart. Part of her wanted to push him away, to run down the hallway to where she knew her mother was sleeping and be as far away from him as possible.

But her feet wouldn’t move, and every time she tried to lift her hands from the bed, she’d feel them shaking instead. Her skin felt cold, chilly. She gulped, tried swallowing with a rapidly-trying throat as she met his eyes. Yang could feel her nipples hardening.

“But it’s good that you got yourself some rest.” He continued, stepping back to close the door behind him. Jaune’s hand shot up and pointed a finger at her. “Stay right there.”

The door locked with a click. Deep in Yang’s soul, she felt that something was closed-off to her forever with it.

“Yeah,” Jaune continued, coming back to her. A hand brushed against her knee before catching it as she jerked in surprise at the sensation. “Good you were sleeping. Because I’ll be keeping you awake all night.”

And then he spread her legs, kicking out her other knee with his own while the one that his hand was on pushed it outwards. She felt him lean forward.

Immediately she closed her eyes. She couldn’t stop this. He could ruin the life of not just herself, but also her family. She didn’t need to enjoy it, though. She could try her best not to.

But as soon as he lay himself atop her, as soon as she felt that heavy weight of his settle on her abdomen, Yang gasped. Her back arched, pushed into him.

“Aaa-aaaaah!”

“You really like it when I touch your womb, don’t you?” Jaune asked as the hand that had been holding her knee was now brushing up to touch her thigh. His warm hands lit up like a small flame in the cold of her room, a candle compared to the furnace that her core had become.

“Haaaah… Hnga…” Yang failed to answer, instead twitching as his hand continued to caress her thigh and his hand started to fondle one off her breasts. She jerked at the sensation, her stiff nipple rubbing against the cotton of her tank top in a way that sent shocks up her spine.

Jaune responded by forcing more of his weight down on her womb. Yang saw stars. Jaune laughed.

Unlike when he’d punched her, this pressure was constant. A downward force that really seemed to turn her on. Why? She didn’t remember ever being like this before, and she’d been punched in the gut before. 

But Jaune wasn’t in the mood to give her time to introspect, because he’d gone and used his legs to push her further up her bed. Of course, the center of the force was her womb.

“Oo-ooooooh-oh-ooooooooh!”

Her sheets dragged against her back. Yang felt her legs begin to twitch violently as lightning seemed to strike her from below. As she felt the wooden board bump against her hair-cushioned head, Jaune lifted her legs so she’d be folded over double.

With little patience he pulled at her shorts and undies and pulled them off. Yang thought she saw strands of her wetness reflecting what little moonlight was making it through her window. Her shirt followed closely afterwards.

Th-this was it, wasn’t it? He was going to fuck her in earnest. Jaune Arc was going to be her first. And he was going to fuck her like he owned her, like he could rape her as he pleased.

“Remember, Yang,” He whispered into her ear while he pulled down his pajama pants. “Your mother’s just down the hall. Try not to scream, okay?”

And then he entered her.

She’d heard from her mom when she was younger that her first time might be painful, if not at least uncomfortable.

That was not the case here.

Yang keened at the sensation of Jaune entering her, her legs and hips twitching at the feeling of his cock filling her up. The little movements jostling the dick and amplifying the pleasure she felt further. She felt her breathing grow labored, darkness claw at the edges of her vision. Dimly, she reached about for something to hold onto, to anchor herself against all of his.

She felt so full she’d burst.

“Oh that’s a great reaction.” Yang didn’t know how Jaune could be so nonchalant about all of this. How was he not being overcome by what she was feeling? He laughed a breathy laugh. “But we’re not all in yet.”

His slow push deeper made her want to scream, her lungs filled with air right before he took the hand from her tit to her mouth to stop her. Lavender eyes met ultramarine in the darkness while he warned her with a look.

But before she could nod in understanding, Jaune pushed deeper in, lighting a flame from her pussy that rushed outwards. Even in the darkness of her unlit room, her vision filled with stars. Without meaning to, she’d screamed, the sound only muffled by the same hand that was pushing her down.

Yang shook, spasmed, came. Her hips thrusting against him and pushing her womb against his torso, the sensation only feeding into her orgasm further. She thrashed her head back and forth in his grasp while her hands clawed at his back.

Jaune, cruel Jaune, kept moving, pushing more of his dick into her as she came around it. His girthy cock splitting her open in a way she’d never been before.

Her heart thundered like a stampede, molten iron in her veins, and a chest that was ten times too small for her lungs, Yang realized that she was dying. This was too much, all too much. No one could possibly survive feeling this good.

She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t-

~TtT~

Yang’s face bloomed with pain, her head throbbed, and she knew that if she’d been able to see, her vision would swim.

Blinking, looking around, she’d tried to catch her bearings. Wha-

And that was as far as she got before a lightning bolt struck up from between her legs.

“GAH!”

It hurt. Her head hurt, a throbbing pain that pulsed about it while her left cheek stung something fierce. All the same, it felt good. Oh so very good. She shook, her legs twitching as she felt a weight press down on her that made her feel so very, very small.

Jaune pulled back then thrust again. Emptying her right before forcing himself all the way to the back of her, to the entrance of her womb.

The bolt struck again, the singularity at the very core of her, the deepest part of her. Somewhere she’d never known she could take pleasure from.

Yang screamed, clenched around him. Came.

“I’d lost you for a moment there.” Jaune said, stopping, both his hands rubbing against the backs of her thighs, as he kept her in a press. “Not used to feeling that good, are you?”

She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t speak. All of her attention focused on just breathing, just making sure she stayed awake, even as she felt the tingle running up every inch of her, inside and out still. How his cock pressed into her from inside, and how the weight of him pressed down on her from outside.

A few seconds of that, of just… breathing seemed to have been answer enough to Jaune. He chuckled. His breath felt downright cool compared to the furnace her body had become.

He made a shallow thrust, not even pulling back but instead pushing the head of his cock against the entrance of her womb.

The cry she heard herself made could barely count as human.

~TtT~

It was almost like having an automatic cocksleave, Jaune idly thought as he continued to shallowly thrust his cock against the entrance of Yang’s womb.

Each time his cockhead tapped against the opening, she’d squeeze him tightly, her pussy’s clenching was similar to the shuddering of her body at the sensation. Her insides telling him what her voice wasn’t capable of anymore: that she was confused and overwhelmed.

So overwhelmed, in fact, that he’d needed to slap her awake so he could properly enjoy her cumming to Portion sex.

But that was how he liked his girls. Overwhelmed with so much sensation that all they could do was sit there and take it. Like toys.

And Yang was turning into one hell of a toy so far.

She gushed about him, juices flowing out like a river and wetting the parts of his cock that he couldn’t fit inside of her. Despite that, Yang’s body was so hot that Jaune couldn’t say the base of his cock felt left out from the cold air. Heat radiated from her like a small furnace, one that was ten times as intense inside of her as it was on her skin. Jaune couldn’t wait till he’d softened  her up enough to push all of him in.

Oh that was going to be a great time, wasn’t it? Yang’s womb was an erogenous zone now. Not as developed as he wanted it to be yet, but he’d get to that point soon. To where he’d truly be able to just rest his dick inside of her, the head of his cock against her cervix, and she’d stimulate herself to orgasm.

All without his needing to move an inch.

His own little, blond, lactating, vibrating fleshlight.

Jaune couldn’t wait.

“We’re going to have so much fun, Yang.” He told the girl, bending down to take one of her nipples into his mouth as he moved his hand to press down on her womb, pushing his cock hard against the entrance at the same time.

Yang was so hoarse, her orgasm was more a whimper than a scream.

It was to that, as she pulsed around his cock, that Jaune came.

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Light filtered through the gaps between the curtains of Yang's room. The place was just barely lit, but there was enough for Jaune to enjoy his handiwork.

Her head hung off the edge of the bed, beautiful blonde hair falling towards the floor in waves that caught the sun. She was still twitching, hips thrusting up and down as she choked on his cock.

Jaune enjoyed the sight of it, took in how her throat swelled around him, and bobbed each time she gagged. Her hair shone, the spit that dripped toward it from her mouth reflecting the sunlight. Yang's eyes were rolled back, the girl practically passed out from what he'd put her through the previous night.

The rest of her body carried the evidence of his abuse, her body covered in bruises that were already being healed by her aura. He'd attacked her tits with bites that left pale-pink marks, while he'd slapped her ass so frequently she'd probably still be feeling it by tomorrow, aura or no.

But the greatest evidence was all the cum. He'd finished inside her pussy so many times, it was a deluge that was still flowing, coating her thighs and glazing her legs. There was so much of it, that the sheets could no longer take it, and Yang lay in a puddle of the stuff. Each of her thrusts causing it to splash about, scattering it around the rest of her bed. More of it pooled between her tits, bridges of it connecting the growing mounds.

All that was left had been her head. Something Jaune had every intention of fixing now.

Her throat was tight. Unaccustomed to taking cock, especially cock of Jaune's size. Though from what Summer had told him, Yang wasn't exactly known for having any boyfriends back in school, and she'd definitely been tight enough to have been a virgin even though her hymen was already gone by the time he got to her.

The way she choked at practically every stroke, however, was the most telling bit. Her throat squeezed down on him every time she did, gripping him in just the sweetest way. The first few minutes of this, she'd panicked enough that her throat had turned into a vibrating throat-pussy with how much she'd tried to scream. After a while of his not letting up, of rough thrusting and her head being drowned in the smell of his cock and nothing else, she'd grown quiet except for her gagging. Her throat not broken in the way her will had been, at least for the day.

She'd been unwilling. Yang had done as he bade of her, but never wanted to make him feel like she was enjoying herself. That was fine by Jaune.

He was sure that she came more times tonight than she had the rest of her life combined. And he hadn't ever stopped fucking her as she came, watching her thrash and scream as the sensory overload hit her when he kept up the thrusting through her orgasm.

Whatever fear she had of her mother finding out about what they were doing had gone out the window then. Yang had only gotten louder as one orgasm rolled into the next.

Jaune couldn't fault her for that. Summer couldn't last through that, either. Eventually, his newest toy passed out. Jaune had been content to keep fucking her until she came to, then kept going as she fainted again. To her, the night must have been a blur of painful orgasms. A hall of pleasure unparalleled.

And now it was sunrise. Jaune was likely going to take the day off after this. Yang was in no shape to train, and Jaune couldn't say he was in the mood to exert himself that way, either.

Looking down he took the sight of spit flowing up her face, going over her nose and gluing her eyes shut before flowing into her hair. Each push down her throat stretched it, showing him a clear outline of his cock.

Every now and then, he'd reach out and rub the area as he fucked it, felt his own touch through the layer of Yang in between his hand and his dick. It was like using her throat as a cocksleave to masturbate.

Honestly, that's what he was doing. Same thing with Summer, too. That's what he was molding both his girls into. Living fuckdolls.

With a swing of his fist, Jaune struck Yang's womb from the outside, the blow strong enough that he saw semen gush out of her gaping pussy to join the puddle on her bed. She splashed into it then bounced back up.

And then she started twitching, shaking, squirming. Her throat clenched around him and she screamed. The bitch was cumming from having her womb punched.

"Oh that's a good squeeze, Yang." Jaune said with a laugh as he sped up his thrusts, reaching forward and grabbing both her tits. Squeezing them as he caught a glimpse of her eyes rolling back into her head. Each drag out had the head of his cock fight against the grip of her vibrating and tight throat. Each push had him fight an almost airtight seal that wouldn't let him in.

His balls tightened, rose, cum ready to shoot out and into Yang's throat.

"I think we'll call it for now, Yang… Ah… Y-you take the rest of the day off, you hear? Get some rest."

His thrusts sped up, pelvis now slamming into Yang's face in a way that would leave her throat as sore as the rest of her was sure to be. Throatslime pulled out and rolling over her face and hair with each thrust.

When Jaune came, he pulled out. Strings of spit connecting his cock to the depths of Yang's throat. The girl couldn't even close her mouth.

He made sure his cum landed entirely in her hair, made sure he got as much of it in there as possible. Soaked it in the stuff.

Yang loved her hair, it was only fitting that Jaune fucked that, too.

~TtT~

Summer was on his bed. His blankets rolled at the foot of the bed, her shaking legs spread wide and her pussy glistening with arousal. The woman's breaths came out in steamy jets, the sound echoing through the room's vaulted ceilings. Gently, Jaune saw her hands caressing her breasts, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pinching. Milk leaked from the tips of her nipples.

When he came close, her silver eyes looked to him blank, empty. Her mouth opened, her forehead soaked with sweat.

"Ma…Master… Please."

Hips thrust against empty air. It was an almost familiar sight. Jaune could imagine the sight of her dark hair splayed out around her turn golden in the morning light of his room. All that was missing now was the cum-glaze. Still, Summer was just as beautiful, if not moreso.

"Oh Summer." Jaune cooed, bending down to plant a kiss on her forehead. Summer whimpered beneath him. "Feeling a little full, are we? Tender?" His cock, still moist and slick with Yang, began to harden. Jaune reached up and took a grip of one of Summer's tits, squeezing.

Milk squirted out in a spray, drizzling her face in specks of white. She moaned, arched her back, thrust her hips into the air wildly.

"You couldn't cum without me, could you? And you were listening in like I told you?"

Her rapid nod wasn't really necessary. He'd made sure the sound from Yang's room was playing here, even made sure it was recorded for him to go over with Summer later.

Even more than that, he had tried something, something he didn't think Yang would have noticed at all with how focused she must have been on what Jaune was doing to her. But Summer? Summer who was forced to lay on her master's bed without being able to pleasure herself or cum?

She'd felt every single thing he'd done to Yang without being allowed the relief of cumming.

"Please, sir." Her voice was quiet, small. Like a girl younger than him rather than old enough to be his mother. "Please let me cum, please milk me, please fuck me… Ah… Use me…"

His hand went lower, letting go of her tit and brushing down her chest, to her stomach, to her womb. He gave her a gentle pat there.

"You know you can't, Summer. Not yet." Jaune made gentle circles over the place as he leaned down and captured a tit in her mouth. Summer groaned in a mix of pain and relief.

No, the rough fucking he subjected her to would put any potential children he'd put in her at risk, especially with how he liked to punch all the way into her womb, or crush it from her ass. Best to stick to her mouth and tits for now.

Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't make her cum from just milking her.

"And don't you want to taste Yang, Summer? She's still all over my dick." Standing back up, Jaune removed his robe and slid into bed beside her before his slave got up and wrapped her lips about his cock.

This… Oh sometimes, Jaune needed this.

Most of the time, fucking was rough with him. He couldn't help it. There was something in him that just came alive whenever he had his girl flopping about like a stringless marionette after he'd gotten them out of sorts.

Something primal in him found satisfaction in that. They were like that because of him. They couldn't couldn't string together a single sentence, couldn't think straight, hells, sometimes they couldn't even keep control of their body. He'd remembered when he first managed to get Summer to piss herself in orgasm, or when he'd first gotten her to lose strength in his legs.

He'd found it so hot he'd kept fucking her until she could literally not get up the following day. With her bedridden, he'd fucked her all of the that day, too.

But sometimes, there was something so satisfying with having Summer just take things slow.

"Cock… Master's cock…"

No, after what he'd enjoyed with Yang through the night, he was more than happy to just rest in his bed while the girl's mother drained him of his exertions.

She'd licked about him slowly, swirling her tongue atop the head of his cock that had sent tingles all the way up his spine. His member twitched at the sensation, his toes wiggled. Summer had a hand below his balls and lifted them up in a gentle fondle. Her fingers wiggling, slow and sensual.

While she worshiped his head, her hand stroked up and down his shaft, going from her lips to his base. When she licked about the shaft, slurping up the remains of her daughter's juices, Summer cupped her hand around his cockhead, squeezed, and twisted. Her spit-slick hand sending shocks down his cock while her tongue would lick up and down his shaft or kiss and suck on his balls.

"This cock fucked my daughter… Ah… Fucked my little sunshine…"

Jaune groaned, leaning into his pillows while his eyes closed and just basked in it all.

Here, he'd let her go about her work for as long as he wanted. Sometimes he'd just sit like this for hours at a time as Summer pleasured him, kept at a low thrum of pleasure so pleasant he could fall asleep to it.

"I can taste her, Master Jaune… Hmm… Did you enjoy her? Did she please you?"

Many times, he would. Maybe he'd even do that this morning. With the curtains drawn, his room was dark enough, and it certainly was cool enough that a nap sounded good, especially after all the fucking he'd done.

Besides, if ever he'd cum, Summer would just hold him in her mouth before fellating him back to hardness to let the cycle begin again.

"Master's cock… Master's cock that put a baby in me… Hmm! Yess… Will you fuck a baby into my Yang, too?"

It was to that, to this languid pace and the praise of his Summer Rose, that Jaune fell asleep.

~TtT~

Cock!

Master's Cock!

She had missed this, missed it a good deal. Summer had only been apart from it for a little over a day, but it felt a day too long now. The way her pussy burned between her legs, and the still painful swell of her tits were a constant reminder of how neglected she'd been.

Her tongue lapped at his cockhead, rolling over his glans and picking up the taste of his precum. She could still taste her daughter on him, smell her on him. The lightest hint over her was there.

Summer could feel the smell of it go straight to her brain. The world fell away as she attended to her master, as she stroked his shaft, fondled his balls, sucked on his tip. The world outside was gone, the manor was gone, the room was gone.

Only her master. Only Jaune. Only his cock, his cum, his pleasure.

She squirmed at the thought, even more as her tender nipples rubbed against the cotton sheets of the bed each time she moved. Felt them drag and pull at her nipples even as beads of milk came out. Between her legs, her arousal flowed down her thighs like a waterfall.

Despite it all, Summer would not touch herself. Master wanted to be attended to as he rested, and Summer wouldn't spare a hand when it took both and her mouth to do so.

So as she worked, she thought, she remembered.

Her daughter had squealed like a pig last night. Some of the sounds Yang made as Jaune had used her made her sound like a dying animal.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!… Ooooooooough!" It had come punctuated by a scream right after, one where her voice cracked, then broke, then stuttered. Summer could practically feel herself vibrate as the phantom orgasm overcame her. Her body shook, thrashed, flopped about like a fish out of water. Her hands held on to the sheets as she tried to hold on.

"It hurts! It huuuuurts! W-why does cumming huuuuuurt!?"

Her breasts flopped above her, squirted little streams of milk at her movement and released some of the pressure building up inside her. But it hadn't been enough. Despite what should have been an orgasm, she felt even more pent-up than before. Her cockhole letting out juices that passed down her spread asscheeks into the sheets.

But now, with her master's cock in her mouth and even without touching herself at all, the heat was building. Her hips shuddered in excitement, her insides clenched down on nothing. She was getting closer.

It was only through this cock, this cock that owned her, now owned her daughter. That had fucked Yang's mouth, fucked Yang's tits, fucked Yang's pussy. Had dumped bucket-fulls of cum on all three, and even put a baby inside Summer, herself.

Her eyes closed, Summer swirled her tongue about the head, moved both her hands to gently massage his balls, then dove.

The head brushed against the roof of her mouth. It twitched. Then it brushed past the entrance of her throat.

When she'd hilted him, she'd moved one hand to run at her neck and felt the bulge. The smell of his cum-covered, girlcum-covered pubes went straight to her head. Summer's eyes rolled back as she tried to swallow. Her throat ineffectually bobbed around his shat, only stimulating him further.

Even her hand joined in, squeezing her neck from the outside to stimulate him. Moving up and down as though to stroke him with her throat as the cocksleeve, all while continuing to fondle his balls.

Closer! She was getting closer! Her twitching was getting more regular now, the small movements causing her throat to clench about his dick as she pulled herself up then down into his base again. Her tits now trembled every time she squished them down on the bed. Summer could even feel some of her juices splashing against her legs.

Had Yang been able to deepthroat him, too? Or had Jaune not made it a question by forcing himself down her throat even as she couldn't take it? Even as she suffocated? Her pussy tightened at the thought.

Jaune's cock throbbed inside her. Her efforts beginning to bear fruit, even though she was going at a pace just slow enough to let him stay asleep. Still, his satisfaction showed through in the way his pelvis thrust up to pound against her face. It shook her head, made her dizzy. The blow strong enough to feel like a hammerblow even through her aura.

It was here she came.

The sound she made reminded her of Yang. A muffled, blocked sound of an animal being slaughtered alive. Terrified and in pain, but all Summer felt was the soft squishiness of her pussy as it squirted girlcum all over the master's bed, the faint feeling of being fucked persisting through the emptiness inside of her.

Still, she stayed on the cock. Master hadn't cum, and she'd have continued anyway, even then. She'd suck him off all day if he wanted her to.

Now, Summer needed to be milked. Her tits still felt painfully full even though she'd cum, even though she'd squirted some of it in her orgasm. Only master could milk her without permission.

Soon, Yang would have these, too. Soon both of them would be able to be milked.

Just like the breeding cows they were.

The image of her eldest daughter fat with child and leaking milk filled her mind. She could already smell the cum leaking from her pussy and the milk from her tits. Summer could practically taste it.

~TtT~

Yang's eyes were glued shut.

She didn't know how long she'd been laying there, but she couldn't get up, didn't have the strength to. She felt awful, disgusting. Her face was still mostly wet, spit and slime covering her. Her hair, too, was wet, this time from Jaune's cum. It hung limply about her, surrounding her with the smell of him still.

All of her was covered in his cum, really. From her tits to her tummy, to the pool her ass was in, and the deluge that was still slowly coming out of her pussy. Her thighs burned and her pussy gaped.

Hot… so hot.

Yang whimpered, turned her head to one side and tried to push it into the bed. She was assaulted by the sensation of her cum-drenched hair as it rubbed against her face.

It only made the heat worse.

"Why?… Whyyyyyy?" She didn't recognize the voice that came out of her mouth. It was smaller, thinner. One that reminded her of when she was young.

The cum was so thick, it flowed around her fingers like jelly as she thrust her fingers inside. Her legs spread, each arm resting on the inside of her thighs as she did so.

Yang's hips thrust up when she brushed a thumb against her clit, her ass lifted from the pool of cum she lay on before splashing back down afterwards.

Still, she fingered herself, dug about in the cum-filled hole that was her pussy. It hurt, it did. Her everything was sore, tired. Just holding her arms up was painful, and her eyes clenched shut even as she did it. So why? Why couldn't she stop?

But instead of making her stop, the pain drove her, pulling gasping breaths from her as she continued to masturbate furiously. Jaune's cum and her juices lubricated her fingers, digits rubbed against her walls, digging in and towards the spot that she liked best.

"Hngg… Hnggaaaah"

More she pushed. It felt so good. It hurt so good. Each push against her insides, each brush against her clit drove her higher. Even more as she let every other sensation sink in to join the pleasure, add to it.

The heat of the cum she lay in, her wet sodden sheets, the soreness of her well-used pussy, the way her legs shook even as she kept them spread and her ankles against her ass. She felt her tits heave with each breath, and the stench of Jaune's cum so strong she felt she'd remember the smell for the rest of her life, like she'd never escape it.

Yang had been used as a cumrag, and she was getting off of on it. She remembered the sensation, of Jaune's cock plunging in and out of her, stretching her further than she even though possible.

Already she could imagine him over her again, keeping her legs folded open as he plunged into her from above and his hands squeezed her tits together.

Tits. Not breasts. She had tits. Tits for Master Jaune.

"Master Jaune… Master Jaune…"

Her throat grew warm, felt filled with something even as she opened her mouth to breathe. It was strange, paradoxical. Yang leaned back as her pussy grew hotter still at the thought of him shoving his hands in there, forcing them down her throat as she socked on his digits.

Yang gagged, thrust her hips up as she kept fingering herself.

She was master's now. Master's new toy. She'd been drowned in literal buckets of cum, and this was just going to be the beginning, wasn't it? Would he fuck her like this again tomorrow? The day after? Would he take her after training like he'd done for their first time together?

Would he fuck her in front of her own mother?

Fire came down her throat and Yang felt she was drowning. Choking back, she stopped breathing with her mouth wide open.

She keened as her orgasm finally came, legs shaking so violently she could feel the bed do the same under her. If her eyes could open, they'd have rolled back into her head. Girlcum squirted to join her master's in the pool at the center of her bed.

Then, in her shaking, her arms brushed over her womb, pressed down on it.

Yang screamed. Her legs gave out and she continued to thrash about in the puddle of cum. It got all over her, fading warmth getting on her arms, her back, pooling in her belly button. She was glazed in Jaune's cum, she was sure of it.

Eventually it passed, as did whatever it was she felt in her throat, and the thoughts that had overcome her.

All that was left was an undercurrent of shame that she'd promised to herself she'd never speak of. She'd gone and enjoyed herself to the idea of being Jaune's toy, as though the horror she was now going to be subjected to was a good thing. At this point, Yang couldn't be sure if it was still all her or if something was happening to her.

This… all of this, was starting to feel like a dream. A nightmare.

Only later, after she'd finally caught her breath, did she notice it. The acrid smell that had mixed in with the small of cum she was covered in, pungent in an almost too familiar way.

She'd pissed herself when she came.

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Yang sighed as the hot water rained down on her, easing tense muscles and draining away the exhaustion. As far as she was concerned, this was exactly what the doctor ordered.

She'd just finished with training with her mom and Jaune. This one had gone harder than usual with Summer wanting to see Jaune really push himself now that they were able to ramp up his training with Yang here to help.

Under other circumstances, Yang couldn't say she'd have minded. Jaune had been much better than she expected when she started working here, and he was capable of putting up a better fight than even some of her classmates in Signal. And despite the unsavory… arrangement they had, he'd specifically asked her not to hold back on him on account of his genuinely wanting to get better.

Sadly for Yang, these weren't usual circumstances, and not only was there baggage involved with fighting her boss, she'd also been exhausted from being fucked by him every day since all of this had started.

He'd kept it varied, of course. It wouldn't do for Yang to get a pattern down for when and where he'd want to take her, right? It had changed on the daily, ranging from just sneaking into her room at night to having her served with his breakfast in the morning while her mom prepped the training room to getting her in the showers after training.

Twice, he'd even gotten her in her personal showers in their wing of the chateau.

Recalling each encounter would usually just end up as a blur for Yang. One she'd wake from sore, exhausted, and dripping of cum from her pussy, mouth, and pretty much everywhere else.

And unlike the first few days, Yang had been unable to take the full day off to truly recover. While Jaune had been content to allow her the leeway, he'd been unwilling to cover for her when her mom started asking as to why Yang couldn't come to training.

So she'd started seeing to her duties through the soreness and the persistent heat of Jaune's cum in both her womb and stomach.

It would have been a much more terrifying experience if not for the fact that Jaune had been very consistent with giving her birth control pills, even if he refused to ever wear a condom. Small mercies.

But this meant she'd come to training tired, sore, and usually filled with cum. A little weight of molten heat in her womb and filling her stomach. Which also meant she wasn't always able to give it her best. It was something Summer could spot a mile away, and Yang had gotten scolded just earlier that day for. So much so that her mom had ended training early so Yang could get some rest.

So that meant she had extra time in the shower, and Yang had every intention of taking her mom up on that offer.

It was nice to be able to just enjoy pleasant heat from the hot water, get rid of the feeling of grime and sweat from the workout, and even better to get to her regime of caring for her hair.

The same hair that Jaune made sure to cover in his cum every time he'd taken her.

Yang froze, eying the shampoo and conditioner she'd been reaching for as the realization came to her. With how much fucking she'd been subjected to, Yang was sure her hair had been covered in more semen than product this past week. And there were times where she'd cried herself from the stress of just trying to get all of it out after Jaune was done with her.

Why even bother? She was sure he'd have it covered in cum by the end of the day, right?

She felt her mane heavy with water, felt it stick to her back, her shoulders, her breasts. They fell around her face like a curtain. Yang had nurtured her hair for as long as she could remember, Summer taking her the first time she'd wanted to pick out her own shampoo and giving tips.

Could she do it?

Her hand hovered over the bottles, she could feel it shake despite the warmth of the falling water.

"Lien for your thoughts?"

Yang froze.

~TtT~

Jaune groaned, throwing his head back as he thrust his hips forward and his cock straight down into Yang's throat.

Tears stung her eyes, her vision blurred. Yang could barely breathe. Still, she didn't pull back, instead soldering through the feeling of choking on his cock as her head started to spin. All the while, she made sure to keep fondling his balls with her hands.

"You're getting better at this, Yang." He said with a very satisfied sigh as the clench of his fingers around her head loosened. One of his hands started to pat her head and Yang tried to ignore the upwelling of warmth that followed. She wasn't enjoying this.

Blinking away the tears, she stayed in place as he started to pull himself back. She winced at the sensation of his cockhead dragging out of her throat and the gagging that came with it. With the shower turned off, the sound of this sloppy head she was asked to give him filled the room, bouncing off the tiles and in her head.

A thread of slime was stuck to his cockhead, small bubbles that shone in a way that Yang couldn't take her eyes off of it even as she felt it pull at somewhere beyond her uvula as it was stretched. It glistened as it stretched and the smaller bubbles started to pop. Jaune let go of her head, and she could feel the way he leered at her.

One of the hands that had been fondling his balls broke the throatslime strand and wrapped it about his dick. Her hand glided up and down, head to base. The movement was easy with how slick it was now. Jaune made a sound that was half laugh, half moan at this, his hips thrusting instinctively and bumping her nose with the tip of his cock.

The effects were instantaneous, overwhelming. Yang's own hips thrust as precum and throatslime made its way into her nose and the smell clouded her head. Lavender eyes almost rolled into the back of her head, but she barely held off.

Pulling away, she shifted his cock upwards with a minimal slowing down of her movement. Diving in, she replaced her hand around his balls with her mouth, attempting to suckle on both.

If the smell at his cockhead had been strong earlier, it was all-encompasing now that she was face-deep in his crotch with his cock above her. The air itself felt thick, heavy. His cock towered above her, and Yang couldn't see anything besides the slimy pillar that had quickly become a fixture in her life. There wasn't a day this wasn't inside her, after all.

"Oh what a good cocksucker you are, Yang." Jaune had his hand on her head again, rubbing circles on the crown of her head like she was his pet. "Keep going. U… Ah…Use both hands."

She complied, reaching up with her now-free hand to cup the swollen, slimy head of his cock as her other hand kept stroking up and down.

His balls couldn't fit in her mouth, so Yang had been forced to take them one at a time. She took care to suckle them, lick them, lather them in her spit.

The orbs started to tighten, retreating upwards. His cock pulsed in her hands. Jaune moaned, cheered.

"Oh… Oh… I'm getting there, Yang."

Like this, he'd cum like a fountain. He'd cover her in semen again, her hair especially. The warmth that had built in her stomach had been replaced by something cold, tight. Her knees shook, and she felt the lower back tighten with goosebumps.

She pulled her mouth away.

"In my mouth."

Jaune didn't seem to hear her, he leaned his head back, continuing to enjoy her service.

"C-Cum in my mouth, Jaune."

His hands wrapped around her head, this time twining his fingers in her hair and pulling on that. Yang winced at the pain and felt her lips be pushed against his tightened balls.

She pushed back.

"J-Jaune!"

"Who am I?"

Yang's vision was filled with falling drops of precum and throatslime, some of it threatening to land in her eyes and forcing her to close them. Despite this, she kept stroking him, kept polishing his cockhead. It was pulsing now, readying to release its load.

"Ma…Master Jaune." She answered, feeling lightheaded as the smell of his musk filled her mind.

"Beg."

He was still pulling her mouth to his balls. Yang acquiesced and gave both a suck and lather while speeding up her hands on his cock, now stroking his shaft with both. "P-please cum in my mouth, master Jaune. I… I want your cum! I… I-I need it! Please!"

One of Jaune's hands moved down, cradled the back of her neck.

"You'll drink all of it. You won't spill a drop."

Yang's answer was to take his cockhead into her mouth and continue to glide one hand up and down the shaft while the other coaxed at his balls. She moaned around the head, suckled.

"Yesssssss!" Jaune hissed as he came.

So much.

The first squirt had filled her mouth, and Yang barely had the chance to swallow before the next squirt came. It was like truing to keep up with a hose, the semen coming in just as she was swallowing it away.

Not enough. It wasn't enough.

Jaune's cum was thick, viscous. Each time she gulped it down, she could feel the molten blob slide down to her stomach. But it was slow going, oh so slow. And his jizz was coming at such a pace that each swallow happened with the sensation of the previous mouthful still squeezing its way down.

She'd started choking. Yang tried to pull back, but Jaune held fast to her head and neck. Yang screamed around his cockhead.

Jaune wouldn't budge.

There it was, at the back of her mind, every instinct telling her to take a breath, to breathe in. Yang fought it, fought it hard. If she drew in breath now, all she'd get was a lungful of cum.

But the master still wouldn't let her, wouldn't even as she actively pulled her head back and pushed with her hands against his thighs.

Yang gave.

Her world went dark.

She was on the ground when she came to, upper body held up by her elbows as she had a hand around neck.

Tears streamed down her face, something thick and sticky dripped from her nostrils and she was heaving cum unto the floor.

Cum. She had cum dripping from her nose.

"We'll talk about your punishment later." And the master was gone.

At least he hadn't cum in her hair, even though Yang's face was a ruin of cum, spit, and slime.

Small mercies. Lavender eyes closed and she muttered a prayer. Whether the gods listened, she didn't know.

~TtT~

Chateau de la Brume Gris's grand dining hall was bright, cool, and breezy. Comfortable.

It was also large beyond belief and the only place that Summer could think of that might compare was Beacon's own dining hall. And, even then, she was pretty sure that the chateau's was larger.

Master Jaune didn't particularly like eating here. He usually preferred taking his lunches outside, or at the smaller dining room that was attached to this wing of the chateau. He'd say that it was better with the sunlight and the wind, or in a place that didn't feel so empty with none of the other Arcs here.

But it was nice to have the hall be used on occasion, when he'd asked to have it prepped for their use today, and he'd asked to have lunch with Summer and her daughter for lack of any other company in the chateau.

A feast was waiting for them when they'd arrived, served on large pots and trays and bowls. They only needed to take heaping servings unto their plate before digging in. Summer decided it was an appropriately fitting indulgence after what they'd gone through that morning.

Combat training and then sexual training for the master and Yang, and work for her.

Though she did enjoy the show Yang had put on in the showers earlier. It wasn't always she'd gotten to hear her beg like that.

Summer hid the moan as a hum when she took a bite of the gravy-drowned mash. The food was good.

Jaune was attacking the food with gusto, having worked up quite the appetite. Yang was a little less enthused, though Summer suspected her eldest had her lunch spoiled a bit care of their master. She failed to suppress her smirk, but looked past Jaune to the view of the northern gardens to hide it.

"So next week?"

The hum that came from Jaune was answer enough. Still, he added, "I'm having some of my gear updated. Uncle Charles sent me the designs for his shield-gauntlet, but the engineer we're having make it is based in Vale."

Across from them, Yang twitched. Her fork rattled against her plate as slices of honeyed ham fell between the tines. She gasped.

Oh?

"How long are you planning to stay there?"

Jaune smirked, ultramarine eyes flashing with mischief as he bent down to take a bite of his meal before answering, "We will be staying there for about a week. I haven't been able to spend any time in Vale for a while, so it'll be pretty good to enjoy the city. It'll be a vacation."

"That sounds lovely!" Summer cheered, "We haven't gone to Vale as a family in a while, actually. Maybe we can have Tai and Ruby fly in? What do you think, Yang?"

"Hngggg!" Yang's eyes briefly rolled up before she caught herself. She clenched them shut and took a shaky breath. Summer's eldest shivered. The mother licked her lips at the sight.

"You alright, firecracker?"

The girl took a deep breath and clenched her hands over the tabletop, trying to compose herself even as whatever Jaune was doing to her caused her to actually moan.

"Y-yeah… Aah… Haaaaaa… I-I'm alright, mom."

"A-alrighty, then." Summer answered, instead looking to her master to see what he was doing. Ultramarine eyes looked to his lap and Summer caught it.

Jaune's right leg was stretched out, his empty shoe lay beside its partner.

She sent the boy a conspiratorial grin and went back to both her meal and the conversation.

"We can probably spend some time with your dad and your sister. I don't think we've gone around the city in at least a year now." Turning to Jaune, she added, "Is that alright, Master Jaune?"

He sent a noncommittal shrug even as he leaned back into his chair to let his foot have easier access to Yang. "I don't see why not. You and Yang can take the remainder of the week off once we've settled business."

With the way he was seated, Summer could see the beginnings of a bulge through Jaune's pants. She felt warmth pool in her belly at the sight.

Back to lunch, Summer took three saucers filled with bread pudding and vanilla sauce. She put one in front of Jaune, another in front of herself, and the third she held out in front of Yang.

"Meal's not done without dessert, Yang." She grinned.

Yang reached out with both hands to take it, but paused. Shaking, the blonde let out a low groan. Her hands faltered. A beat later, she let out a yelp, and almost threw herself off her chair. Summer looked back down to see Jaune grinning.

Whatever he did, Yang was alert again, eyes darting from Jaune to her with clear terror. Summer pretended not to notice as she shook the plate of pudding at her daughter.

"You've had the bread pudding they have here, right? It's to die for." She didn't give Yang time to come up with an answer and instead leaned over the table to put the plate down in front of her. Immediately, she turned back to Jaune, "Have you spent a lot of time in Vale before, Jaune?"

As their master answered, Summer took a bite of the pudding with her left hand while her right quietly reached down to wrap its fingers around the growing bulge between his legs.

Just because her daughter was suffering didn't mean her master had to.

~TtT~

Yang had held on for as long as she could.

She squirmed as Jaune's big toe brushed up against the area right below her belly button. The pressure caused warmth to pool in her core, and only grew the longer he kept stimulating her.

Despite it, she'd tried to stay put. With just her dessert left to finish while her mother and boss talked about the plans for the trip to Vale they'd be making next week.

Except the conversation had just gone on and on. First to talk about where they'd be staying, and then the overall itinerary.

The whole time, her mother was taking her sweet time finishing up the same bread pudding that she'd given to Yang. Jaune's had disappeared in moments, scarfed down as he kept making eye contact with Yang and continuing with the torment.

Her pussy was leaking. She could feel it squishing in her panties with each twitch she made whenever Jaune pushed into her womb.

"I'm sure Yang and Ruby would be more than happy to show you around town!" She heard her mother exclaim.

Yang wasn't sure to what anymore. Her vision was turning dark around the edges and she felt her insides squirm. Her head swam.

And then Jaune pushed his toes straight into her. She felt her womb be crushed, compressed.

"HNGGGGG!"

She bolted upright, with so much force the chair was almost thrown back.

Moments later, the door to the hall's adjoining bathroom closed behind her. Yang didn't even know if she'd come up with a workable excuse.

Her pants hit the ground, then her panties shortly afterwards. Threads of her arousal connected her dripping pussy to her underwear, and stuck to her leg when they broke. She whined as she straddled the toilet, fighting and failing the urge to thrust as she settled herself.

Yang could hear the splashing coming from the water below, feel the film of sweat that now caused her hair to stick to her face. She was panting, drooling from her mouth the way she did from her pussy.

Hot… So hot.

But her hands didn't go for her pussy, or for her engorged clit that she could see peeking at her from beneath its hood.

No, she went for the area right beneath her navel.

"OH! O-OOOOOH!"

She howled at the sensation of her womb being crushed. Both her hands pushing down so hard, she could see them sinking in. It hurt.

It hurt so good.

A jet of girlcum shot into the toilet bowl. Yang shook as the orgasm hit her, arching her back so hard she might have fallen off the toilet if not for her legs stretching to accommodate her posture.

Every inch of her was alive with electricity. Her eyes only saw stars, and she was relatively sure that her tongue was lolling out.

But it wasn't coming down. Yang had been swept up in the orgasm, and it lifted her. Lifted her and lifted her as her hands started to knead at her womb from the outside, each one pulling back as the other pushed. Each move prolonged her orgasm, built up another one, and made her womb burn with the intensity of a bursting star.

Yang screamed.

And her hands kept going, kept kneading. Eventually, building up to another orgasm that caused her to finally fall off the toilet, landing on her ass with her legs spread wide. She might've hurt herself it not for her aura, but the pain only drove her orgasm further.

Her back arched, hips thrusting up so that her womb was the highest point of her body, the weight of her resting on the crown of her head and heels of her feet.

Yang's pussy gushed like a waterfall as she died the little death again and again.

All without having laid a single finger on her pussy or clit.

Chapter Text

Summer could taste Yang on her master's cock.

At this point, it wasn't anything new. The last week had the taste of her daughter almost permanently on the skin of Jaune's fuckstick. She couldn't say she particularly minded. In fact, she took extra time to make sure she slurped up every bit of her eldest daughter whenever Jaune would give her the opportunity to clean him off after he'd finished with her.

Summer made sure every trace was removed from his cock by the time she was done.

It was the same now, though more Yang's spit instead of her juices. Lifting her head up from his cock, Summer teased at the head of his member with spit-slick fingers and met Jaune's eyes.

"What did you do to her?" she asked, "She's been in there for almost twenty minutes now."

Jaune looked pleased, smug even. Despite that, she could see how his mouth was just the least bit parted, and hear some of his breath escaping in little gasps as she gently twirled her fingers and palm about the knob of his cockhead. He sighed when she reached down and began to fondle his spit-slick balls with her other hand.

Meanwhile, Yang started screaming in the bathroom, her voice coming muffled but clear enough to be recognizable.

"A little bit of stimulation." He replied with happy breath as he leaned back into the chair to give her better access. "She's been coming along quite nicely, you know. Down."

He punctuated the order by sliding his chair back and spreading his legs. Summer dropped to her knees once he'd given her the room to move and settled herself between his legs. Taking the cloth she'd been using to wipe her mouth, she laid it out below his cock to catch any fluids.

Both hands began to work his cock afterwards, one continuing to cup his head while the other slid up and down his prodigious shaft.

"She's able to cum just from brushing her womb now." Jaune practically glowed with pride at the admission, "That whole time just now? Ah… That was my just rubbing her womb with my foot. From outside." The laugh that followed was part moan, summer grinning around the balls she'd taken into her mouth.

Soon Yang might have that are be on a hair-trigger. Even be able to cum from just having it tapped or brushed.

Another thought occurred to her, one she just had to bring up. Pulling away from his balls was… difficult. She had to actively fight against the desire to stay glued to it, stay licking the slight salty sweat that collected there even though Jaune had just showered. Strings of spittle connected her to his scrotum, and she lapped all of it up with a noisy slurp before she spoke.

"What about if you punch her there?"

He gave her a pat on the head as he answered, "It should be a show when it happens." He looked away - to one of the windows - in thought. "How about we give it a try once she knows you're in on all of this, hmm?"

Summer had a better idea.

"How about that's how we break it to her?"

The way his cock stiffened in her hands, the way it practically grew, was answer enough for her. His hands reaching down to grab at her hair just told her how much he wanted an outlet for how hot he found the thought.

But Summer pushed back against the force that drew her to his balls again, even as his thighs started to close around her.

"I… I have news."

At this he stilled, looking down at her directly with twin chips of ultramarine ice. The grip around her hair didn't loosen, but he was silent. She had his attention, but Summer still didn't stop pleasuring his cock. She wouldn't dare.

She took the hand knobbing his head away, cleaning it with her lips and then wiping it down on her uniform before she reached into her pocket.

His eyes widened at what she took out.

"I took the test while you were playing with Yang earlier." She said, hands shaking as she held the positive test out to him. Her stroking of his cock slowed but didn't stop, but she'd have been a failure as a sex slave if she'd missed how it twitched at the sight. "I don't know if it'll be a boy or girl yet-"

"It'll be a girl."

Silver eyes blinked as she looked back up at him. The grin on his face was hungry, his eyes now glinting with something that opened a pit in her belly. Summer couldn't tell if it was fear or arousal anymore, not with how her pussy squeezed at the empty air at the look on his face, how it practically gushed.

"It'll be a girl." He repeated, voice certain. "And you'll raise her alongside Yang. And when the time comes, she'll serve her father just like her mother and sister."

After that there was no more talking, at least not on Summer's part. Jaune had taken control of her head and was more interested in fucking her throat than hearing what she had to say.

His cock, stiffer and larger than usual, filled her out so much she thought she might burst. Handfuls of throatslime were dragged out each time he pulled his head back, sliding down her neck and soaking her clothes and in between her cleavage. Both his hands held her head and set a punishing pace while her own gripped at his thighs for dear life.

Jaune had impregnated her, put a child in her. Summer Rose was carrying an Arc bastard in her womb after she'd spent a week being fucked into a coma by their heir. She'd carry it to term, birth it, and - if what Jaune said was true - raise the girl to be a slave to him the way she'd surrendered herself and Yang to him.

A girl that had been bred for it. The same way her mother and sister were turned into it.

Summer came. Came as her master fucked her throat and suffocated her with his cock, came as she thought of the life that was now growing inside her womb was to be made to exist for this same cock, as little more than another set of holes to sacrifice to it.

Halfway through, Jaune started to talk, started to gloat. He told her about what had happened this morning after training, about how Yang had begged him not to cum on her hair, how she'd been asked to drink his cum instead.

The world blurred as she'd imagined the story, saw her daughter begging to drink her master's cum instead of having it all over her hair. Summer's hips thrust into the air again and again as another orgasm overcame her. If not for Jaune's grip around her head, she was sure she'd have thrown herself off his cock from the violence of it.

As he finished, giving her another lunch with the same batter that made her pregnant with his child, Summer had an idea, one that her intermittently screaming eldest had given her.

Yang hadn't finished her dessert.

~TtT~

She was on the floor, eyes open and unseeing. It might have been less comfortable if her golden mane of hair hadn't been cushioning her, and if the cold tile hadn't made it just a little more bearable for her sweat-soaked back.

Yang took in deep breaths, the weight of her growing bust pushing down on her just enough to make the exercise the slightest bit unpleasant, but she didn't have it in her to do anything about it right now. Her hands were sore, numb, shaking. Still, they were just above her groin, over her womb.

The girl had lost count of how many times she'd cum, dirtying the floor and her thighs each time she'd squirted. As she did so, she'd stimulated her womb into the next orgasm, and then the next, and then the next.

After maybe the first ten minutes, she'd stopped counting.

She'd wished she'd managed to stay on the toilet. At least that way she wouldn't be lying in a puddle of her own girlcum. Belatedly, she realized it wasn't all that different a state from what she'd endured on a daily basis, but she tried to shake off the idea of that.

"I… ah… How long have I been here?"

That hurt to say. Physically hurt. Her voice was scratchy and hoarse.

Gods. She'd screamed. Yang had screamed while she was womb-masaged herself into delirium.

Her mother was out there.

Oh no.

She had to get up. Had to get dressed. Had to do… something about that. Yang would figure it out once she could talk to her mom.

First she'd tried to move her hands. They did, barely. She put them to her sides to push herself up into a sitting position. Her torso felt like it was cramping something fierce, no way would she be able to sit up on her own right now.

Clammy hands recoiled at the sensation of her still-warm puddle around her. After a deep breath, she pushed.

"Fuck."

Her hands couldn't lift her. All they did was shake as she tried, sliding ineffectually against the cum-slick tiles.

Yang thought she might cry.

After a few breaths, she managed to flip herself unto her side and tried to get her legs under her. Bracing herself on her shoulder and lifting her head as best she could to avoid from having her face brush against the tiles, Yang thanked whatever gods still cared that her hair had managed to avoid soaking up her own arousal off the floor.

Then her legs bent like jello and she fell back into the puddle with a splash. Face first.

This time, she did cry. With her ass up in the air as if presenting, she absentmindedly thought that Jaune might have liked the sight of her.

It only made her feel worse, even as her pussy twitched at thought.

~TtT~

Yang crawled herself out of the puddle. She'd just stayed on the floor for a while after that, resting her head on her pile of clothes while she waited for her legs to start working again.

She wasn't sure how long she'd stayed there, but it was long enough that the fluids on the inside of her thighs had dried. Yang made sure the first thing she'd done when she could stand up was to clean that up as best she could.

Unfortunately, the bathrooms next to the main dining hall didn't have showers attached, so she'd had to make due with just tissue, water, and soap.

It took a while, and she went through maybe a roll and a half, but Yang managed to clean herself up.

With a sigh, and the need for a nice drink, Yang stepped back into the dining hall.

Jaune was there, waiting for her.

Yang stopped, looking at him from across the room with one foot still in the bathroom. Her master was still in the same chair he'd been in when she'd run, still casually reclining against the cushioned hardwood. Most of the table had been cleared out except for a large, filled beer mug.

"Feeling better?"

Her lips pursed together. Jaune looked so damn smug right now. Yang knew she'd made noise, knew he'd probably heard her screaming from in there.

Oh right.

"Where's my mom?"

One of his brows rose, the smirk widened into a grin. He shrugged.

"She went ahead. Figured lunch might not have agreed with you." An ultramarine eye winked at her. "Don't worry about the noise you were making."

The relief was immediate. Her shoulders slumped and she took a deep breath. Brothers, she didn't know what she'd have done.

"She was a bit worried you hadn't finished your lunch, though." Jaune drawled, pulling her attention back to him. He leaned forward, resting one elbow on the table and gesturing towards the mug. "I figured you should at least finish your dessert, then let's call it a day."

Yang stilled.

Lavender eyes were drawn to the mug, feet moving before she'd realized what she was doing.

It overflowed just a bit, the odd drop coming down the side as the light coming from the windows made it look practically incandescent. Yang could almost see the steam coming off it in wisps.

Cum. He'd filled the mug to almost overflowing with cum.

"What the fuck is this!?" The words slipped out of her mouth as rage came before the horror. She'd stopped right at the table, her hips bumped against the polished hardwood. Eyes turned red as her hair blazed with her aura.

The air around her warmed then heated. Yang could see it shimmer in the familiar leadup to it catching fire. Her teeth bared in a hungry grin. This… this was too much. How dare this asshole think he can make her do something like this! What was she? Some animal?

Whatever exhaustion she'd been feeling earlier had disappeared in the throes of her semblance. Fists clenched as the burning aura coated them. She'd never really gotten the chance to use her semblance on Jaune before. The one time she had, he'd managed to disable her before she could really build up any steam.

Not this time. This time she was charged enough to be raring to go.

Despite the threat of violence, however, Jaune remained calm. Looking almost amused at what was happening, his eyes dropped to the table before her then back to Yang, herself. One blond brow rose.

"Damage that table and I'm docking it off your pay."

Color drained from her face as her semblance flickered out.

Right. He owned her ass.

Jaune's eyes twinkled. "I'm glad we have an understanding. That table is older than your parents are, after all. I'd hate to have to make you pay to repair it, right?"

She felt smaller now. Lesser. Glancing down at the… dessert he'd prepared for her, seeing it bubble up with just a bit of steam from the heat of her semblance.

All the same, her stomach lurched at the sight, and Yang resisted the urge to take a step back as the smell hit her. It was still fresh alright. Pungent. Yang shivered when she realized how used to it she'd gotten since all of this started.

"Do I have to drink all of it?" she begged.

Jaune shrugged and leaned back into his chair. "It's that or you pour it over your hair."

Her throat dried. Yang felt so cold she wondered if she could have gotten any paler than she had earlier. "W-what?"

"You liked my cum enough to drink it after training earlier." He answered, waving a hand as though gesturing to the facefuck he'd put her through. "I thought you'd like it for dessert since the pudding we were served wasn't to your liking."

Oh gods.

Yang had figured he'd make it bite her in the ass, known he'd get her back for it. Just like Jaune to make her pick between her hair and her dignity. Or whatever dignity he'd let her keep after he'd started raping her on the daily.

"After all," Jaune continued, "I still owe you a punishment for spilling earlier, didn't I?"

She felt her eyes glisten with tears. Her vision started to blur, and a sob broke past her throat.

Clenching lavender eyes shut, Yang bit out, "All of it?"

"All of it. And I don't want a drop wasted this time."

The glass had grown hot. Not painfully so - though Yang's semblance let her handle heat better than most - but still enough for her to notice it immediately. If Jaune's cum had gotten cold, she'd done a great job at reheating it.

Jello. Yang was reminded of jello. It jiggled like it when she'd started to lift it off the table, and she needed to steady herself lest any of it spill. There was already that one large drop that was creeping down the glass from earlier. She had half a mind to let it be.

Her master, however, had other ideas,

"Every drop, Yang."

It taunted her, the drop. The way it caught the light from the high windows made it glow so white she'd have mistaken it for pearl. But there wasn't any way for her to think it was anything else as it made its way past the halfway point of the glass.

She couldn't really afford to lose it. If this was her punishment for a botched facefuck, she didn't want to know what Jaune would throw her way for a botched punishment.

Her tongue licked it up, then dragged all the way up to the lip of the glass.

It was a burst of flavor. Sweet, salty, and bitter all in one with a tinge of something metallic. She didn't know if it was a Jaune thing, or if all cum tasted that way. Not like Yang had been with anyone else this way.

The smell hit her again the moment she reached the lip of the glass. And like before, it was like it went straight through her nose and into her brain, throwing her into a dizzy spell. Her hands shook.

Before she could lose her nerves, she started drinking.

It was thick. So very thick. If it had been cold, she'd have likened it to a milkshake. Sips didn't cut it, and Yang had to actively pour it into her mouth.

She could feel her knees shake as the first mouthful hit her tongue. It was hot, so very hot. And she'd poured more than what would have been a regular mouthful so she pulled the glass away and looked up to stop from spilling anything.

Jaune must have found the sight of her funny. Trembling legs, puffed-out cheeks, and a large glass filled with cum hugged against her breasts.

The smell. Damn that smell. It was somehow stronger than when she was just buried into his crotch like a fleshlight and when she'd just been bathed in the stuff.

It was almost painful to gulp it all down, like when she'd tried to swallow an entire mochi that her Uncle Qrow had brought home from a trip to Mistral. And even when she did, Yang could still feel it creeping down her esophagus. It was slow-going. Uncomfortable.

"Sometime today, Yang. Someone needs to clean up the dining hall, you know."

Lavender eyes looked down at the still practically full mug. She grimaced.

"I don't think you want me to be the one to make you drink it, do we?"

Instead of answering, Yang lifted the mug and began drinking again.

It felt slow. Each gulp an eternity as Jaune's absurdly thick cum took an age to go down to her stomach. Still, she kept going, trying to focus through her building arousal and her light-headedness to slurp then swallow.

The smell also got worse, as though exposing the deeper layers of semen to open air caused them to release their fumes all at once, blasting her right in the nose for each millimeter deeper into the glass she got.

By the time she was halfway through, her knees had given way and she was on the floor. At this point, it felt like there was a pipe of molten lava going down into her rapidly filling stomach. Her whole body had warmed up, and the sweat she'd wiped off herself was now soaking through her clothes. Yang could see her vision blur with tears.

It was almost a full minute later that Yang hit the bottom. She'd been forced to practically up-end the glass into her mouth because of how sticky the contents were, and even then, she'd needed to tap on the mug's back to get it to slide down. She'd had a few close calls where it had almost missed her mouth, but she'd managed to catch the stray drops just in time.

She'd never felt so overstuffed before. Not even her biggest holiday dinners filled her up this way. Yang feld that if she laid down, she might puke. Gods, she still might if she did anything except sit very still and just breathe, and even that was hard.

Each exhale came with a waft of Jaune's cum. That smell was coming from her mouth. It was her breath.

Would she ever get it out? Would Jaune ever let her?

"Good girl."

Yang was too tired to cry.

~TtT~

It glowed gold in her hands, practically molten.

The vial was surprisingly small, maybe not much larger than Summer's thumb, and she could very easily palm it while letting it hang from the little bit of cord that circled its neck.

She cradled it with both hands, atop her lap, like it weighed more than her responsibilities when she'd been part of Ozma's war.

Jaune had given her this before she'd left the dining hall, once she'd finished preparing the cum-filled mug for her daughter. Summer hadn't known where he'd pulled it out from, but the light caught her eye immediately.

"Get some rest," he'd said, so she'd gone back up, cleaned herself, and laid down in her actual bed for what felt like the first time in forever.

Laying down, Summer pulled the little vial up to between her breasts, letting it rest between the mounds while a finger brushed up and down its crystal walls.

In a few days, they'd be heading to Vale. She'd be making the call to the house tonight to talk to Taiyang and Ruby, tell them what they're planning, and make sure they can make it there. It would be the first time Taiyang and Ruby would be meeting Jaune in person. Knowing Qrow, he might tag along, too. That was fine.

But after that, she'd be giving this little thing to Taiyang. A vial of magically-charged who-knew-what that Jaune had crafted. One that would complete her break with her husband, at least in everything that might have mattered.

It was odd. Summer thought it would have felt more momentous than that. Instead, she just felt tired, resigned.

Maybe it was because Jaune had already forced her to accept that it was coming earlier. Bit by bit, crack by crack, Jaune had broken her down and reshaped her into his creature. His Summer. It was the only way he'd have managed to get her onboard with what was being done to Yang.

The Summer Rose of three years ago - before Jaune Arc, before the Chateau - would have gutted herself before serving her eldest on a silver platter.

But she wasn't that woman anymore. She'd lost her career as a huntress when Tyrian Callows nearly killed her, and the injuries were as magical as they'd been physical. Teaching had still been on the table, and Ozma had given her the option to teach at Beacon, but she'd been approached by representatives of the Arc family for private tutoring.

She remembered how Taiyang's eyes had bulged at the sight of the offered starting salary. He'd jokingly asked her if they were accepting a second position.

As she turned to lay on her side and let the vial follow her hand so she could look at it from her pillow, Summer wondered what would have happened had she asked. Maybe she'd have been spared the casual cruelty of a lusty young man with more power and wealth than he knew what to do with at times. Maybe she'd still be the mother she had been so proud of being.

Or maybe Jaune would have just removed Taiyang from the equation sooner, more cruelly.

The vial was warm in her hand, pulsing with a power that she'd only ever seen wielded by the maidens and some of Salem's trusted. She still didn't know how the Arcs had come to wield such power, and despite how much time she'd spent in Jaune's service, she'd not yet been permitted to join him when he returned home - his real home.

Summer wondered if they, too, were monsters, to have created a creature like Jaune Arc that could take women from the kingdoms and mold them into sex pets, change their bodies to his liking, and make them reshape their lives for his convenience.

What was in store for her in this new life? Was there even a point in thinking about all of this when Jaune made all of the decisions for her?

If not, what was left? Obey and move forward? Just do whatever was commanded of her by a boy half her age with half as many scruples?

Summer didn't know, but she did notice that despite all the fucking they did, Jaune did take his training seriously, and he did go to her for advice on how to handle Yang.

Was that enough? Was she content with that?

Could she ask for more? Dare she?

Because if this was her life now, one tied to Jaune Arc, then there was only one direction left for her.

Forward.

Chapter Text

Much to Yang's surprise, they'd gone to the city by car. She had vague memories of a road that led out from the chateau and it leading out past the property walls, but she hadn't expected it would go all the way to the city. Still, the trip had been uneventful, with neither hide nor hair of grimm crossing their way. Maybe the Arcs paid to have their road cleared?

Even more surprising to Yang, the ride had been largely uneventful. She'd half-expected Jaune to force a vibrator on her, or maybe even stimulate her externally like he'd been doing just about every day since he'd forced her to down an entire beer glass full of his cum.

Alongside the fact that her breakfast now consisted of a cup of Jaune's semen alongside whatever she'd been having. Since their breakfast was normally taken with their master, Yang was thankful he'd at least wait until her mom finished and went ahead to prepare the training room before making her drink it.

On days where Jaune was particularly in the mood, he'd make Yang milk it out of his cock directly. Those she'd found particularly challenging since she usually had a hard time focusing whenever she was made to suck Jaune off. It meant training right after was… difficult for her.

But on this car ride? None of that. No sudden groping around her hips and pushing his hand into her womb.

Instead, Jaune spoke with Summer and asked her about any stories she had while she was still a huntress - at least any stories she'd not told him yet, since she'd apparently done that a lot. Summer regaled them with a few stories during her days at Beacon, including tidbits that included Raven, too. It left Yang listening about as intently as Jaune did, for the first time hearing anything about her birth mother. Something everyone had been unwilling to talk about, even her dad and uncle Qrow.

Despite that, Yang felt off. Halfway through the trip, and part way through the story of how her mom had almost gotten their whole team stuck in a year's worth of detention when they'd gone blackout drunk while they were out on a mission - nevermind that they'd technically already completed their objective.

She'd leaned against Jaune, leaned in so close her head was brushing against his own, and she could smell him.

Yang took a deep breath. Her thighs clenched and she sighed as the scent of Jaune filled her.

"You alright, Yang?" His voice was almost a whisper, breathy.

Close.

Lavender eyes opened wide and snapped to him, catching only a small glimpse of ultramarine as most of her vision was covered by the rest of his face. His jawline, his cheekbones. She gasped, noticing with mild alarm that she'd practically draped herself over him.

Pushing herself away, she stammered, "Y-yeah!" Behind Jaune, she could see her mom leaning over to give her a once-over, silver eyes studying her in concern. "Must not have slept as well as I'd hoped, is all."

Summer's smile after that was filled with so much warmth, Yang wanted to throw herself into her arms in a hug. Sadly, that was a bit hard to do with Jaune in the way.

The older woman didn't seem to think so, because the next thing Yang realized, her mom had managed to scoot over to her side of the card and wrapped her up in a hug.

Jaune laughed what might have been the most good-natured laughs he'd ever heard from him.

"I bet you just miss your sister, don't you?" Summer cooed, practically dragging Yang unto her lap, much to the girl's embarrassment.

"Mom!" Eyes wide, Yang turned her gaze to Jaune, fully expecting him to be laughing at her, or even sending her one of his smug looks that she'd grown so used to seeing.

Instead he was sending her a smile, the kind she'd never seen on him before. It was almost… affectionate. That was unfamiliar, almost weird. Even weirder was the warmth she felt at the sight of it. It was different from the kind that she felt during sex.

She'd know. Because Yang was already plenty wet, and she hoped her mother wouldn't notice.

As her mother continued to 'comfort' her, Yang laid her head on her mother's shoulder with one eye on her master. Jaune, meanwhile, slid to the other side of the car and leaned himself against the door to look out the window. He looked to be as content as Yang was confused.

~TtT~

Yang had honestly expected that they'd be staying in a hotel in the Upper District. Instead, they'd gone for what might have been the swankiest place in Downtown Vale. Sure, it was still expensive as hell, but not as crazy as it could have been.

When she'd asked, Jaune's response had been, "Well, I'm not really in the mood to have a half-hour long drive towards where we actually want to be." He'd shrugged, "This way we can walk to just about everywhere we want. View's nice, too."

That it was. The room Jaune had gotten was on one of the highest floors of the hotel, which was already the tallest building in the area by maybe ten or so floors. Yang looked out the window from the suite's sitting room to see a commanding view of just about the whole city. She could even see Beacon from here, surrounded by the Emerald Forest that she could now recognize from her mom's stories.

"Might want to get your bag in the room, at least," Summer told her with a pat on the shoulder and a grin, "Besides, we're still going out, and you might want to get some rest before we meet your dad and sister."

"But I napped in the car."

Summer sent back a knowing look, "You say that, but you'll be out like a light anyway when you've gotten to bed, I'm sure. You're not as used to traveling as I am, dear." her mom was on the way to the door afterwards, her bags already in her room.

"Where are you headed?" She asked, getting up and hoisting her bag strap over one shoulder.

"Jaune wants me to make sure our dinner plans are set, so I'm headed to the concierge." Summer answered, waving a hand over her shoulder, "Then I'll probably be waiting at the cafe to make sure your dad and sister are able to check-in without any issues."

And then the door shut, leaving Yang alone with her master in the suite.

Her room was the smallest one, just adjacent to Jaune's while her mom had been given the second-largest room across the sitting room. It was new since Yang had gotten so used to her mom having the room directly attached to Jaune's in case he needed anything. Though maybe this odd shuffle was because of the room sizes.

Then she laid her eyes on the door that adjoined hers and Jaune's and she found a shiver rune up her spine.

"Convenient, isn't it?"

His hands were around her stomach before she could react. Yang didn't know how he'd managed to sneak up on her, or have much time to think much else as-

"Hnggggg!~"

Knees shook as one hand pushed down on her womb. Immediately, Yang's hands moved to get a hold of his, half bracing herself, half trying to push them away.

Jaune held fast, pulled her until her back was flush against his chest, and she could feel the bulge of his hardening cock in between her asscheeks.

"M-mom might be back s-soon!" She pleaded, purple eyes wide as they met ultramarine. Her throat dried as she saw the hunger in them at the same time she could feel heat start to pool in her belly.

"No she won't."

Yang gasped as he pushed down unto her womb again, her legs shaking so violently they'd given way, and she only stayed up thanks to his hold of her. A bout of dizziness hit her, then, her head leaning back against his shoulder for support.

He planted a kiss against her cheek, warmth spread from the contact just as she felt his free hand drift down to cup her mound.

"Were you wet the whole trip here, Yang?" Jaune whispered before he kissed his way down the side of her neck. Featherlight touches made her head jerk his way, half-trapping him against her skin. She groaned, vision spinning.

At his next press into her womb, her hips thrust up and against it. Shivers spread from it, legs, arms, bosom. She must have been quite the sight to her master. Boneless and shaking at his lightest touch.

His hand didn't let up, making circles as he pressed into her, and she felt herself jerk with each rotation. Yang was leaning completely against him now, her legs now jelly as she felt her arousal run its way down her thighs then soaking into her socks. When his juice-slick hand made its way up her shirt, she sobbed.

"You didn't answer my question, Yang."

She tried to answer. Brother gods, did she try. Her mouth opened, and she tried to say something, but all that came out was incoherent whimpering.

If her master was unsatisfied with her, he didn't show it. Instead, she felt his hand grab one of her tits and the other brace against her abdomen.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Yang floundered, coming as he lifted her up and threw her on the bed. Shuddering, half-thrashing. She thought she may have heard something rip, but she couldn't tell. Everything was bathed in the fire of her first orgasm of the day, one that she'd been building up to since they got in the car almost four hours ago.

Her legs were split open and a weight settled on top of her. Jaune. His pelvis rested against her own while the hand that had been pressing against her womb caressed her face.

Relief. A break from the stimulation, or at least the worst of it. Yang drew in deep breaths as she felt her vision come back to her. Little jolts still shot up her spine, and she could still feel her thighs twitching as her orgasm died down.

Was his hand clammy, or was that her skin? It was hard to tell, but compared to how hot she felt, his touch had turned cool and soothing.

She could feel his other hand brush the underside of her beasts, a little bit of the warmth building up again in her core as he groped them through her bra.

Jaune hummed, it was a happy sound, a pleased sound. The heat in her core felt a little heavier.

"You've gotten bigger, Yang." His hand brushed against the place where her bra met bare skin, felt how the fat of her tits seemed to overflow. "You need a bigger bra." She felt him nibble at her collarbone and her back arched.

Her world spun once more time as she unintentionally pressed her sensitive womb into him, the weight of his body pressing against her.

"Or better yet, let's get rid of this, shall we?"

She felt her bra be unclasped and then pulled away, the garment being dragged down and out of her shirt before he pulled her shirt up and off.

Heavy breasts fell outwards, sagging with the weight of them. Soft touches caressed one tit in a way that almost felt reverent and Yang squirmed when she felt his breath on one of her nipples.

"Oh these are coming along nicely." His voice sounded breathy now, too, and she could feel his bulge rubbing against her vulva.

His lips planted a kiss on each breast, the touch leaving marks that seemed to radiate the heat. Stiff nipples were caressed, breathed on, licked, then pinched. Each of Jaune's touches pulled gasps from her mouth and shivers from her still hyper-sensitive body. Yang was sure she was flush with arousal right now, recent orgasm or no. It wouldn't take much for him to pull another one out of her.

And that was when she felt his cock push into her.

Yang Keened.

It felt much bigger than usual, stiffer, harder, unrelenting. Sight failed as her world once again centered on her pussy as Jaune's cock seemed to become her whole world.

He thrust, it pushed in, she stretched around him, gave ground. Yang came. And this time, instead of thrashing, one hand held her throat while the other held her hands above her head so any of her thrashing was just her pushing herself into him.

Pussy and womb radiated fire like the core of a dust powerplant, driving her body as she opened her mouth in a silent scream. She gushed.

And then Jaune bottomed out.

When his cockhead parked against the entrance to her womb, the jolts and flashes became a stream. The fire in her womb, the center of her arousal now, began to build, began to spread.

But he didn't move like he expected her to. Jaune didn't thrust, didn't rut.

No, instead he rested himself there, pressing into her womb from outside and in. His cock inside her just being… being so very big.

Her pussy squeezed, twitched, squirmed in the same way the rest of her did. Yang's hips doing the same.

She gasped, "Too… much…" The world flickered in and out, "… Too much…"

Fires grew hotter, spreading now to her thighs, her tits.

Yang needed to get away. Pull him away from her womb before the heat overcame her.

But that didn't work. Her attempt to pull away only wiggling the cock, only made it rearrange her insides. Yang screamed as the steady spread of heat turned into a hot burst.

Then she felt him bite down on her nipple.

~TtT~

This… This was what he wanted.

Jaune didn't bother thrusting at all. Instead laying still inside her while he focused on getting his enjoyment from playing with her tits.

All the while, her pussy wiggled and squeezed around him, warming his cock while slowly stimulating him towards an orgasm all without having to move an inch. Exactly what he wanted.

Yang had already come twice. Each time, her pussy went into overdrive clenching down on him and practically vibrating as her body moved involuntarily with the orgasm. Jaune's weight had prevented her from really moving, but she'd managed to thrash about roughly enough that she'd probably knocked herself out by accident, choking against the hand that held her throat.

That only made him harder, more aroused. His toy choking herself into unconsciousness while she kept trying to milk his cock made him feel a rush of power.

Coupled with the reshaping of her body, Jaune was a god unto this girl. She would be exactly what he wanted her to be. Little more than a toy in truth.

And boy was that hot.

Jaune hadn't hit his growth spurt yet. So he was a little shorter than Yang, coming up to just below her chin when they were both standing.

This time, with his head level with her tits while his stationary cock was masturbated by her pussy, it was working out perfectly.

With her arms limp while her hips kept squirming, Jaune moved his own away from her wrists and neck to fully enjoy her growing bust. Hands held them from the side, since their size and weight caused them to sag outwards.

He could feel some real heft in them now, a weight they didn't have when he first took her. Yang's nipples had grown a bit, too. They stood at attention, stiff and puffy at the same time. They were about the length to Jaune's first pinky joint from the tip of his finger, and he considered letting them get bigger still.

It would make for something nice to suckle on once she started lactating, and that wasn't much longer now. Maybe even by the end of the week.

Jaune rested his chin in her cleavage, pushed Yang's tits to squeeze around his cheeks as he reveled in the softness of them. Below, her pussy kept milking his cock, and little sounds - half pleasure, half anguish - came out from between her lips.

And he had hours of this before Ruby and Taiyang arrived.

Biting down on another nipple and imagining what Yang Xiao Long's milk would taste like, Jaune sighed as he felt his first orgasm wash over him.

"Oh! Oh Yang!" He groaned after pulling away, hips twitching as he started pumping rope after rope of cum into her spectacularly hot womb. "This… Ah… This is what you are."

Jaune studied her, took in her sweat-covered face, her wild mane of well-kept hair that shone even in the dim light of her unlit hotel room. Even like this, she was beautiful.

"You're my little cockwarmer. My onahole." He whispered before planting a kiss on her ajar mouth, biting lightly on her lower lip. "You're what I want you to be, and I'll keep changing you until I'm satisfied."

The folds of her pussy tightened around him, Yang's insides clenching in the beginnings of an orgasm even as her mind was too insensate to react.

"Ahhhhhh… This is your life now, Yang. My customizable fucktoy."

He hissed as his orgasm subsided. Little erratic thrusts pushing his cockhead further against her cervix, the passage almost giving in. Jaune felt his cock soften just a little, but he didn't pull out. Instead, he enjoyed the warmth of her as she slowly massaged him back to hardness while he had her folded in half with his face buried in her tits.

Minutes later, her overworked pussy woke her up with another orgasm. Yang begged for a rest, voice ragged, weak, sexy as hell.

Jaune didn't budge and just stayed inside her, playing with her tits, suckling at her collarbone, and even letting himself take a nap.

All the while, Yang came and came and came.

~TtT~

When Summer returned to the room, it was just Jaune that greeted her.

"Yang's feeling a bit under the weather. I don't think she was ready for the car ride to Vale."

He was well put together from the looks of it, practically glowing. Summer wasn't surprised, but she exchanged a conspiratorial grin with her master as Jaune walked past her to shake hands with Tai and introduce himself to Ruby.

Summer, meanwhile, begged off to check on Yang, quickly entering through the entrance in Jaune's room and locking the door behind her.

The smell hit her first, that familiar smell of bleach was so thick Summer worried it would stick to her clothes.

The next thing Summer noticed was the sound. It was soft, hoarse, exhausted. If Summer hadn't been listening for it, she might have missed it.

Finally, was the sight of her. Yang was on top of her bed, sheets soaked and laying in a pool of the master's cum.

And the sound she'd heard? It was Yang moaning and groaning in the throes of an orgasm with the only thing in her pussy was hot, fresh cum that squirted out of her with each erratic thrust of her exhausted hips. Her legs twitched every now and then, and Summer thought she could see the slightest bulge from her daughter's womb.

Summer had half the mind to step away. To go back out and lock the door behind her to return to the three outside. Tell them that Yang wasn't available and go out for dinner like they'd originally planned.

Instead she stepped closer.

Yang was somewhere caught between awake and out-cold. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, but the flush of her cheeks and her moans told Summer her daughter was completely locked in her orgasm.

Summer would know. She was very intimate with the experience.

But was her daughter out of it enough to not realize she wasn't alone? Did Yang even realize that Jaune wasn't inside her anymore and that her pussy was cumming around the baby batter he'd stuffed her with?

Did it still matter?

The mother thought of that as a hand brushed up to the spot between her tits, where she could still feel the little vial she'd been given warming her chest like a little star. There wouldn't be much need to hide things from Yang for much longer. Tonight was the night, whether she went with them for dinner or not.

And besides, Summer hadn't had anything to eat yet and she was famished. It'd be a shame to let all this good cum go to waste.

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Pleasure and pain looped in on itself. Yang didn't know how long she'd been out now.

She groaned as something pressed on her womb. Yang couldn't tell what. It was packed, stuffed, filled to bursting with her master's cum.

And that cum felt like the core of a sun inside of her. Molten hot and pressing on every wall of her.

"HNGAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Yang screamed, came, thrashed. Her thighs got wetter as she squirted. Whether it was girlcum or Jaune's cum she didn't know.

Breathing was hard. Breathing hurt, tired her. Each inhale was like fighting against a great weight resting atop her, crushing her. So she focused on that. Just on breathing. This might have been the first time she'd gotten to do that since Jaune had just… parked himself inside her and forced her to cum and cum and cum.

She could already feel it again though. Another orgasm building, rising from the calming of the last one. The pressure of his cum in her womb kept it going, a star that felt so far away from sputtering out.

The girl felt a sob burst from the back of her throat as she writhed in the heat of it all.

And when something, her insides, pressed against her womb, the heat flared.

Yang screamed a wordless scream. She didn't know how many times she'd done this now. Came, tried to pull herself back from beyond the edge, come down from it, then be almost immediately thrown over.

She could already feel it coming, the jerky thrusting of her pelves to fuck herself unto a cock that wasn't there. Each movement pushed or pulled against her womb. She didn't know which, from what, or why it mattered, but anything even remotely doing anything to her baby room sent fire and lightning up her spine.

The blonde didn't know how much longer her body could keep going like this. She didn't know how her legs could manage to even still be thrusting, how they hadn't given out to exhaustion.

And then she felt a hand on her forehead. Cool and dry and soothing.

"It's alright, little Firecracker. Let go."

Mom!? Yang gasped, groaned out a cry for help as she felt familiar lips touch her sweat-slick forehead. She didn't know if she formed any words, but an arm wrapped about her shoulder and more kisses fell on her clammy skin.

Relief and Fear washed over her, and she couldn't grasp what was going on. Pleasure clawed at her senses, the furnace of her womb beginning to come alight even as her mind tried to figure out what was going on.

Was she imagining this? Was that it? Was Yang Xiao Long finally losing it so much she needed a hallucination of her mother to get her through her suffering?

"Let go, Yang." The voice came again. A hiss in her ear before she was kissed there.

A hand caressed her cheek, her neck, her collar, then one of her breasts. Yang gasped, squirmed. What was going on!? A cry left her lips, an accusation.

Her tit was lifted. Hefted up, almost measured, then squeezed. The furnace in her womb bloomed.

"Gaaaah!"

Summer laughed, pinched Yang's nipple. This time, Yang felt herself thrash weakly in her mother's grip.

The girl wished she could see more than stars in the darkness. Maybe see if her mother's silver eyes were out there looking down on her.

Really see if this was actually happening.

Instead, the arm around her shoulder let go, dropping her back unto the soaked sheets below. A dainty finger traced a line down as Summer's voice sounded out:

"You've made a right mess of yourself, haven't you, Firecracker?" A giggle followed, "Look at you, covered in his cum. You even have a little bulge."

Her hand went up against the bump of Yang's womb. It was light, featherlight.

But between that touch and the pressure from inside, Yang came screaming.

"He stuffed you good, didn't he, Yang?" Her mother's voice sounded clear through her screams, through the static of her orgasm. "There's still so much coming out of you."

And then she felt a tongue brush against her lower lips.

Yang woke.

The air was cool, uncomfortably so. Shivers ran up and down her spine and only made worse for the sheen of sweat that covered her skin. Even the sheets were soaked all the way to her legs, hidden underneath the comforter. She realized she was nude.

She remembered her dream.

Immediately, she threw the sheets off and checked between her legs.

Pale liquid reflected the city lights coming in through the window, coated her fingers and ran down her palm. It was viscous, thick. Jaune's cum. Fresh enough, too. She wasn't as stuffed as she'd been in her dream, but there was enough that it was flowing out steadily. Briefly, her hand traveled up towards her womb, a line of semen traced the path of her finger.

It was still there. She could feel it. Hot inside her, filling her. Already her arousal was building, and she clenched her thighs while the fire grew.

So she and Jaune had fucked. That hadn't been a dream. That had been real.

Was her mom real, too?

Yang hoped not. Gods, she hoped not.

She didn't know how she'd be able to handle that.

But she was clean. This was the cleanest she'd been after Jaune had finished with her. The sheets had been changed. She was intimate, now, with how dried cum felt on her skin, and there was little to none of that. The prodigious amount of semen she'd been pumped with also wasn't caked under her asscheeks.

Was it Jaune, or had it been her mother? The fact that Jaune almost never cleaned her up before was what scared her about this. He'd done it once or twice since he'd started taking her, but had it been him?

Yang pulled her legs up to her chest, pulled them out of the blankets. Embracing them, she took a few deep breaths and tried to suppress her shivers.

Her scroll beeped, the familiar sound of a message coming in pulling her out. The light of the screen and a photo of her sister greeted her as she looked at it.

A message from her mother.

"Hi, Firecracker! I hope you're feeling a bit better. Jaune said you were really tuckered out so we figured we'd let you rest. We ordered some dinner for you since you might be hungry when you woke up. It's been left in the sitting room."

That… that was a relief. Yang felt the weight lift from her shoulders, and - on shaky legs - she managed to get up and half-stumble her way towards the sitting room.

Just about all of the lights were left off save the lamp atop the desk facing the big window. Beside it was a silver dome and tray.

Yang looked back to her scroll to read the rest of the message:

"The car ride's surprisingly exhausting coming to Vale from the Chateau. I was like that the first few times, too, so don't feel bad about it. You get your rest, and make sure to eat up all the food. Got some big news for you later.

"Love you! - Mom"

She felt warmth fill her chest, one that she'd spent her childhood with instead of the terrifying fire that Jaune had introduced her to. Wiping at misty eyes, Yang stepped forward and pulled the dome back.

Immediately, the smell hit her. Buttery, beefy, garlicky. Steak, medium rare and served with mash and gravy. Not her favorite, but pretty darn close. And the perfect thing for her to have after the exhausting day she'd had. Her stomach certainly agreed, growling loudly enough Yang worried someone outside might have heard her.

Without another thought, and without bothering to put on any clothes, Yang dug in.

~TtT~

"Ruby?"

Silver eyes turned from the window overlooking the city view of Vale.

"Yeah, dad?"

Blue eyes looked at her curiously. He grinned. "Something on your mind?"

The girl turned back towards the view of the window.

She and her dad hadn't been given rooms at the same hotel her sister and mom were staying at, but Jaune had been nice enough to get them rooms just down the road. Considering it was about a five minute walk, that was pretty cool of her mom's and sister's boss.

Ruby hadn't known what to expect of Jaune Arc when she'd first heard of him. Part of her wanted to hate him, hate the boy that was taking her mom away. Her dad told her it was going to be okay, that the new work that her mom was doing wasn't going to be anywhere near as dangerous as huntress work.

While she still didn't like it, Ruby remembered that time her mom had almost died, remembered seeing Summer - invincible mom, superhero mom - on the hospital bed after they'd been rushed to Vale. The hunteress had lain in bed pale and unmoving, a far cry from how she'd always seen her.

She'd overheard from her mom's usual boss, Ozpin, that it had been a miracle Summer made it home at all. The area she'd been sent to was remote, but Summer had been found practically at the outskirts of Vale. It was the only reason they'd managed to get her the help she'd needed.

Things had changed after that. Her mom was still her hero. She still gave the best hugs and made the best cookies. She still told the best stories, and always knew what to say to make her feel better.

But Summer Rose wasn't undefeatable, wasn't invincible. For the first time in her young life, Ruby Rose realized what it meant to be mortal, and that was exactly what her mother was.

So while she didn't like that her mom was working far away again, that she wasn't putting her life at risk made her happy. She saw her mom less, but between seeing her mom once a month and not seeing her ever again, Ruby knew what she preferred.

"I think Jaune's cool."

Her dad chuckled, joining her at the couch and looking out the window, too. Blues and reds and purples glittered in the night, a sight that Ruby was still getting used to. She'd been to the capitol a few times, but never stayed in a place like this.

"Is it just because he got us a really nice dinner?"

Ruby groaned, shoving her shoulder into her dad in playful annoyance. "He's been able to keep up with Yang even though he's not attending Signal! At least that's what mom said! And he's taking us to see his weaponsmith tomorrow, too!"

And that was something about her that'd never change. Ruby Rose loved weapons, loved to see how they worked, how they were built. With Jaune offering her a chance to meet one of the kingdom's best mastercrafts, of course he was cool! Not even her parents had weapons made by a mastercraft, and they were the coolest huntsmen she knew!

The food was good, too. That steak had been to die for, and Jaune promised pudding at breakfast tomorrow, and she was wondering why he kept talking it up so much.

Jaune Arc was a blessing upon their family, of that Ruby was sure of.

~TtT~

Jaune and her mom arrived late into the night. Dinner, wherever it had been, had taken much longer than Yang had expected. She'd actually fallen asleep on the couch.

Thank the gods she'd remembered to get dressed after having dinner in the nude. She had no idea how she was supposed to explain that to her mother.

"Still tired, baby?" It had been the first thing she'd heard as her mom woke her from her unintended nap, slender fingers combing through her hair as silver eyes met purple. "I thought you were feeling better?"

Briefly, Yang felt the passing shiver of an orgasm from her dream at the way her mom touched her. She shuddered, gasping. Pulling back, she saw Jaune looking at her with a raised eyebrow before turning towards his room. Summer, too, pulled away. Standing straighter to get a better look at her.

"You look much better. Are you alright, Yang?"

A flush of embarrassment warmed her cheeks, "S-sorry. Startled me there, mom."

She'd never felt awkward around her mom before. Why would she?

Again, the dream came back to her.

"Yang?" Her mom's hand brushed her cheeks. They were warm, comforting. Yang had known them all her life.

Fire bloomed in her belly. The girl squirmed.

"I-I… I think I'll head to bed."

Shaky legs stood up. Even now, Yang could feel the dampness between her legs building. With some effort, she tried to grin, "Still a little tired, you know?"

Understanding, her mom nodded. "You get some rest."

She walked towards her bedroom door. She could feel silver eyes boring into her back all the way till Yang shut the door behind herself.

Ultramarine met her's, practically glowing in the darkness of her room.

"Bathroom." was all she said.

With a whimper, Yang obeyed.

~TtT~

She felt his cock pulse in her hands. Yang squirmed.

He was in the bath, a large thing that could hold maybe three people and was part jacuzzi. The water jets were on as the water came in, and while the process was slow, her master had found a way to entertain himself.

Jaune was seated against the far wall while Yang, equally naked, was straddling his thighs while his erection was between the two of them being stroked by her hands. One cupped the head while the other was wrapped about his shaft.

They were so close to each other that Yang's hands rubbed against her tummy as she moved.

"Hngggg." Her breaths were shaky, and she felt shudders run up her spine from the contrast of the heat of his cock and the cold air of the too-big bathroom. She squeezed his cock a little tighter and he let out a pleased groan.

Jaune's cock might have been the single hottest thing in the room, so much so that Yang's womb was starting to warm up from the contact with her hands.

Below them, the water slowly climbed up, now about halfway between his thighs and deep enough that she could hear it sloshing whenever he'd involuntarily thrust his hips from the pleasure she'd give him.

"More spit, Yang." He said after another groan, his hands moving to wrap about her asscheeks and pulling them apart. Cool air brushed against her puckered hole as fiery fingers squeezed her cheeks.

His cock was crushed between them, her crotch and belly pushed against it as he pulled her towards him. Her hands were pressed against her womb.

"Ooooooh!"

The fire pooled in her belly and the world spun. Folded legs shook atop his own and the steady rhythm of her hands on his cock turned erratic. Jaune laughed.

"Oh you like that, don't you?" He said with another squeeze of her ass. Jaune kneaded the flesh of it. "You love your womb being crushed."

She leaned her head against his shoulder as she caught her breath. Once the shakes subsited, she resumed her stroking of his cock, but it was slower now. It was harder to move her hands with them being crushed against both of their pelves.

"More spit. Yang."

Without answering, she moved to comply. Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue to let the spit drip from it. It took a bit, but once it did, she leaned back and adjusted herself so it would fall on her hands.

Now she had both hands on his shaft, going up and down and twisting in opposing directions. Each time she'd get to his head, she'd cup it briefly and give it a gentle squeeze. With her spit polishing his cock as she continued her ministrations, it wasn't long before the movement turned smooth.

Jaune rewarded her with another sudden thrust and a pull of her spread cheeks so she'd be crushed against him again.

Now it was Yang who groaned, fighting through and shakily continuing the pleasuring of his cock as she leaned once more against his shoulder to steady herself. But her shaking legs only made things worse, erratically smashing her womb against the combined girth of his engorged member and her spit-slick hands.

Yang keened while Jaune gave a breathy chuckle.

"I'm glad you get to enjoy this as much as I am." He whispered into her ear.

It went on like this, Jaune crushing her womb between them while she did her best to pleasure his growing hardness with her master being amused with her bouts of overstimulation.

But the water continued to climb, halfway up Jaune's legs to just underneath her ass, to the point that each of her thrusts was splashing water onto both of them and his balls were fully submerged.

Then she felt his hands grab her by her hair.

Yang stopped, hands pausing in their movements but continuing to squeeze rhythmically. She moved one hand to cup his balls as he pulled her away and she was forced to angle her head so that she couldn't see him. The remaining hand around her left asscheek also disappeared and closely followed by the tap being turned off.

He pulled her back towards him, first brushing his lips against the side of her neck, and then his teeth sinking into place where it met her shoulder.

"Ah!" she cried, body thrashing while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. His grip on her hair and his other arm wrapping around her hips held her fast, though. Still he bit down harder, the pain powering the fire in her womb even as her aura protected her from the damage.

She lost control of her hands, shaky palms splashing in the water to try and find purchase on something. Lightning lanced through her, bolt after bolt while her limbs tried to break away.

Another shock hit her, then. Pain blooming from one of her asscheeks. She flinched away from it, flinched towards him.

He spanked her again, on the other cheek this time.

"Hngggah!"

Yang tried to pull away, but his teeth and his hands held fast. Panic was setting in. It was like being locked in the jaws of an animal.

But all she got instead was more spanking.

And then it stopped. Jaune pulled back, and his hand went from slapping her ass to grabbing unto one. The grip was tight, painful as his nails dug into the tender flesh. She was pulled back by her hair and her eyes met his.

He was grinning at her, face flush in much the same way she expected hers was.

Yang caught her breath, hands hanging limply at her sides while adrenaline gave way to exhaustion.

"Try not to drown while you suck me off, okay Yang?"

What?

Before she could truly register what he was doing, her master had pushed her off himself and pushed her down unto his submerged cock.

~TtT~

Jaune hissed as he felt Yang's throat constrict on his cock.

Oh yes, he was definitely doing this again.

Between his legs, the water splashed about as much from the water jets he'd turned on just before pulling Yang down, and from Yang herself.

Still, Jaune held fast, both hands on Yang's head with his fingers wrapped about her hair while one leg wound around her torso to keep her down. All the while, her arms tried to push against the tub, against him, and her legs kicked about in the midst of the bubbling of the jacuzzi.

And the sucking. Oh the sucking. Jaune's hips thrust up and into her mouth even as her lips were sealed about his base. It just felt too good.

Her throat clenched around just about every inch of him, so large that he'd have already clogged up her airways without her being underwater. Between the size of it and her choking, Yang already had trouble handling his girth under normal circumstances, and he'd knocked her out more than once from just keeping his cock inside her for too long.

But now Yang was panicking, wasting air and energy by trying to pull herself from his cock all the while her body tried to draw in breath at an accelerated rate. It was a vacuum masturbator at the fastest and hardest setting, one that reacted differently to the things he did to her.

When her hips rose from the water to try and brace herself against the tub's floor, he'd rain down slaps on it with his foot. Whenever he felt her hips dip close to the floor, he'd dig into her womb with his toes.

Each pulled out screams from her velvety throat, sending pleasurable vibrations all along his length while her insides stroked him in twitches and attempted swallows.

It was his usual blowjobs, but they skipped straight to the best parts, Jaune realized, laughing as he spilled her tightly and he pulled back ever so slightly so he could do a few quick thrusts into her mouth. Her grip was so tight he felt he might prolapse her throat.

But eventually, Yang tired. Her thrashing weakened, and even her screams turned to little more than moans of pain and pleasure whenever he smacked her or dug into her womb. Even her sucking weakened even though her throat was no less tight.

That was when he pulled her out.

She hung from his hands, arms limp by her sides as she took the time to just breathe. Purple eyes looked at him blankly while she sputtered, strings of throatslime and spit going down to the bubbling water past her heaving tits and her waterlogged hair coming down like a waterfall or sticking to her skin.

Much to Jaune's amusement, she was still twitching, hips thrusting in the tells of an orgasm she was too exhausted to really express.

"Take a deep breath, Yang. We're not done."

When his words registered, when her eyes widened and he heard a cry come from her open mouth. It was a sound of fear.

"M-mercy…"

Her voice was soft and raspy, small. Jaune might have missed it if he wasn't paying so close attention to her. He smiled.

"Make me cum, and I'll let you up again. But no later, okay? No breath in…"

She let out a soft wail as he pushed her down again.

Yang's misery made her a much better fuck, even as this time, she was calm enough to not thrash as she went under. This time, Jaune only kept one hand around her hair, letting his girl pace herself as she actually bobbed herself on his cock this time. Her tongue brushed against the underside of his shaft, even stuck out into the water to nudge at his balls.

Jaune admired the sight of it, of a pool of blonde hair floating in the bubbling water over his crotch as the back of her head lifted from the water.

Every now and then, Yang would choke, her gagging throat constricting about his cock as pained groans sent vibrations that pulled pleasured hisses from his mouth. On instinct, she'd try to pull up here, but Jaune would instead push her all the way down to his base until it passed. Her hands would slap at his torso, begging him to let her up.

Jaune held. He held her down until she stopped fighting him, and he felt her choking subsided. Only then did he let go.

When the door to the bathroom opened, Jaune smiled.

"You took a while." He said, turning to see Summer enter. A robe hung from her shoulders, open to reveal her leaking breasts and bare pussy. Even from here, he could see the glistening stream of her arousal flow down her legs while one of her hands rubbed at the base of her growing baby bump.

Summer slid the robe off her shoulders just as she reached the tub before leaning down to give him a kiss. Combined with Yang's flagging stamina and her mouth hitting his favorite stage of her just inhaling cock, Jaune felt his orgasm finally start to close.

"You two looked like you were having so much fun." She answered when they parted, planting a kiss on his forehead as she joined him in the tub. Summer Rose straddled her daughter, laying herself above her back with her hands taking the place of Jaune's in Yang's hair. The mother leaned forward and jutted her lactating tits out, an open offer for him to play with them that Jaune gladly took up.

"Fuck my daughter's mouth, master Jaune," Summer gasped as Jaune's mouth sealed around one nipple. Half-biting, half-sucking, the boy was rewarded with a stream of sweet and hot milk. Summer keened as she pushed down. Jaune felt Yang's mouth be shoved down to his base as he met his favorite slave's movement with a thrust of his own. "It's what she's here for. A hole for you to enjoy. A girl for you to destroy and rebuild into the perfect toy."

Summer pulled Yang's head away from his cock. Jaune pulled his hips back until only half his cock was left inside her. When she pushed done, he thrust back up again.

Yang gagged about his cock, choked, drowned.

The mother built up towards a cruel pace, treating the girl's head as little more than a fleshlight to shove up and down Jaune's shaft all the while she continued to moan out for his enjoyment.

"Hngggg! Look at what you've done to her, Master Jaune! You've ruined her life, ruined her for everything but being a set of holes for you to fuck."

"Who cums from being punched in the baby bag?"

"She's here drowning on your cock, and she's cumming, Master! Yang's cumming! Cumming as your cock is killing her!"

And she was. Even though she'd already stopped struggling, Jaune could feel the telltale twitching of Yang's throat while her body came around him with a scream.

Between the tightness, the vibration, the savage thrusting, and the imagery that Summer was providing, of Yang surrendering her very life, of Summer surrendering her daughter's life on the altar of his pleasure, Jaune's hands took hold of Yang's head and pushed her down as his orgasm overtook him.

He sighed, thrust into the girls' mouth and leaned back. Summer followed and planted kisses on his neck, on his collar.

"You are our purpose, Jaune. We live to give you pleasure, we suffer to give you pleasure." She licked the side of his neck and nuzzled his jaw. "Our holes, our tits, our bodies. All yours."

When his orgasm subsided, Summer provided him with one more show, one where she pulled her half-unconscious daughter from the water. Her eyes had rolled back now, mouth open and tongue lolling out where his cum pooled before dripping out her mouth and down her throat.

Silver eyes stared at his, shining with something Jaune could only best describe as pride. Then she kissed her daughter, drank the cum in her mouth.

It had gotten Jaune hard again.

And when they finished, before Yang could regain her sense, Jaune had pulled Yang back into the tub, climbed on top of her, and started to fuck her.

All the while, Summer encouraged him and joined in. Massaged his balls, teased at her daughter's ass, whispered sweet cruelties they could subject her to into his ear.

It was exquisite.

Chapter Text

Darkness clawed at the edges of Yang's vision.

Her chest ached and breathing was difficult, her scalp stung as her upper body was lifted from the water of the tub by her hair. She couldn't even muster up the strength to hold her own weight.

But what felt the worst was how good it felt. Her legs shook, her arms hung limply at her sides, and her skin tingled in the aftermath of an orgasm.

A pathetic groan came out of her mouth, gurgling and bubbling with the remnants of her master's cum as it came rolling off her tongue and into the water below her. She could feel the heat on her face as the warmth in her belly roared at the taste of it, the furnace of her arousal not even sputtering as he was used this way.

Yang Xiao Long had been facefucked in a jacuzzi bathtup, drowned in the water and in cock, held down until she'd almost passed out.

And she'd cum multiple times while doing so.

She'd even passed out, and worse still, she couldn't tell how many times. She'd stopped counting after the second because of how it all seemed to blur together.

Her world had been turned into Jaune's cock. Its girth, its taste, its size. All this to the backdrop of her flailing and thrashing in the bubbly water.

Whenever the darkness had taken her, Yang considered how far she'd fallen. Her last memories of Signal had been of spars, of training, of strength. She'd been one of the most promising huntresses of her generation. Top of her class, and even strong enough to give her upperclassmen a run for their money in the few times she'd been given the chance to spar with them.

But here, with hands pushing her down into her master's pelvis, something pressing on her hips, and his cock down her throat, Yang couldn't even muster enough strength to lift herself from the water while she drowned.

And all the while, she came around him. Screamed her pleasure into vibrations that tickled at his cock.

Once she'd resurfaced, tears filled her eyes and the little light left to her turned blurry. She sobbed as the taste of semen went down her throat and filled her with a thick and sickening warmth.

Then, she'd been pulled into a kiss. Soft lips caressed hers, filled with an affection she'd never gotten before. Filled with so much affection it hurt. The hand gripping her hair loosened as the hold turned into something almost gentle.

Yang whimpered.

Wha-

A tongue pushed into her mouth, pulling a muffled cry from her in surprise. It pushed against hers, wound about her mouth. Dominated her.

She tried to pull away, but the hand held her close. Yang didn't have the strength to fight it. Her arms and legs still weren't working, and what little breath she'd been able to take in since being pulled out of the water was stolen away by this kiss.

Was this Jaune? He'd never been this gentle with her before. The closest to gentle he'd be was when he wasn't thrusting so hard, but even then it felt more like she was being treated as a toy rather than someone loved.

And then she'd been pulled away, splashing back into the water with a gasp before her legs were being spread and she felt the now-familiar weight of her master settle atop her.

"Still with me, Yang?"

He had her leaned against the tub's wall, which kept her head above water and the rest of her submerged. And despite the warmth of the water and the heat in her core, Jaune's breath felt like fire against the heaving skin of her bust. Her legs were pinned between both their chests and she felt them dangling limply in the cool air of the hotel's bath. Jaune's hands groped at her squished tits.

The furnace in her core thrummed in excitement. Yang was folded in half, too weak to fight back, too weak to even answer.

And then she opened her eyes again, the tears blinked away.

Silver was the first thing she registered. Silver eyes and black-red hair half wet with splashes from the tub. They clung to a glistening forehead and flushed cheeks.

Yang somehow found the energy to say, "M-mom!?"

It sounded like a wail to her. Weak, pathetic, broken.

No.

Why was she here?

Summer's silver eyes glistened with something she'd never seen on her mother before, something that made her insides squirm with something she couldn't recognize, but could decide she really didn't like.

"Pay attention, Yang."

And then Jaune entered her.

~TtT~

Her scream sang to him like a dirge. Sweet and mournful and broken. Jaune loved it.

Yang's pussy was tighter than usual, extra-slick with her juices even though he was fucking her while partially submerged. He glided right in which was in contrast to just about every other time he'd fucked her.

And this time, he pushed himself to the very end immediately, parking his cockhead against the entrance to her cervix.

The girl's hoarse cry shook and shuddered before morphing into a weak moan. Her head fell against the tub, soaked hair sticking to the walls and spreading outward like the rays of a sun. Combined with the flush of her cheeks, the shuddering of her open lips and the rolling of her eyes Yang looked perfect.

Jaune hissed as he bottomed out, leaning forward to rest his weight on Yang's legs.

For a few moments, he just sat there and felt her. Breathing deeply while her fleshy insides squeezed and squirmed around his cock. Every now and then, Yang's hips would try to push up against him, force more of his cock into her.

He just watched her, watched how sweat dripped down her forehead and ran down her cheeks, her neck, and in between her squished tits. Her purple eyes half-glazed over as they looked over his shoulders.

"Mom?"

Leaking tits pressed against Jaune's back as Summer leaned into him. Her chin rested on one of his shoulders. Summer answered:

"Hello, baby." the mother cooed, hand reaching out and caressing Yang's cheek in what should have been a comforting gesture. Jaune could feel Yang's inside shudder at the contact, and he repaid the pleasure she gave him by performing a quick thrust of his own. Yang groaned.

"He's just the best, isn't he?" Jaune could hear the grin in Summer's voice as she spoke. "Just fills you up right?"

The older woman's other hand crept around his waist, rubbing up and down his sides in a way that caused shivers to run up his spine and his cock to stiffen inside the woman's daughter.

And wasn't that a thought, wasn't it? Jaune had orchestrated all of this, demanded this of Summer, but it was still so gloriously unbelievable that this was finally happening. That he had a girl on his cock, squeezing down on it like a vice, all the while her mother egged him on.

Eventually, Summer's hand settled on his groin, warm hand palming the patch of skin just above the base of his cock. And despite how little stimulation that should have given him, Jaune groaned.

This was a heady feeling, a haze of triumph and hunger.

"How is she, master?" Summer asked as she trailed kisses along the side of his neck. Her hips thrust against his, ever so slightly pushing him deeper into her daughter.

Yang whimpered even as he felt her gush around him.

"Oh… So tight, Summer. Tighter than any other time I've fucked her."

Gentle fingers wrapped about his balls while the hand at his groin pressed down then slid towards the base of his cock, encircling the bit of his shaft that hadn't entered Yang.

Because despite bottoming out in the blonde girl's pussy, Jaune wasn't all the way in yet.

He liked that, the way her warmth enveloped his balls as her shallow stroking complimented the slick squeezing of Yang's pussy. Jaune couldn't help but push just a little bit further into Yang, forcing the head of his cock against her cervix.

The girl keened, cumming around him and falling apart into a shuddering mess. Her legs would have thrashed had he not held them fast against him while pressing down on her.

Summer just giggled and kept massaging his balls, the organs now churning with fresh semen.

"You've practically turned her into a living masturbator, master Jaune." His favorite demurred.

That he had. Yang's pussy squeezed rythmically around him as she came, milking his cock with a strength she hadn't had the previous times he'd fucked her. All the while he was surrounded by the cloying heat of her body while Summer coaxed cum from his nutsack and worked him in tandem with her daughter.

"Ah… I've been dreaming of this moment, Summer." He said, sighing as he leaned back against his older slave, Summer adjusting to lay his head against her pillowy tits. "It's good to finally have both of you servicing me."

Yang twitched below him, body shaking so much that her tits jiggled from the movement. It was a lovely sight to behold and Jaune couldn't take his eyes off her.

But eventually she'd calmed down, heavy breaths steadying as her pussy's milking of him returned to the squirming of her building up to another orgasm. Jaune had remained parked inside her and Summer continued her languid pace.

"Why?" Yang asked, voice cracking, "Mom? Were you a part of this?"

Purple eyes clenched shut, wanting not to look even as she asked. But Jaune wanted the girls to look at each other for this. So he thrust at her cervix again. Harder this time.

"GAH!"

Yang flinched, hips twisting away from the jolt of pain and pleasure that lanced up her spine. Jaune held fast, though, and instead pulled her back down into him.

The girl screamed, voice hoarse and cracking as her eyes opened and met his before, finally, turning to her mother's.

"Did… Did you do it? I-Is… I-is t-this why you brought me to the chateau? Did you set this up with him, mom?"

Summer's hand around his cock paused, holding at the base. The hand cupping his balls also stilled as she pressed her head against the top of his as though hiding in his hair.

Yang looked at her mother, sweat flowing down in rivulets and legs and hips twitching in the aftermath of several orgasms. Despite this, the girl's eyes were now wide and shining with unshed tears. Her face grew red with a mix of anger and betrayal.

"Yes." Was Summer's answer. "Master Jaune wanted you."

The younger girl balked in disbelief at the simplicity of her mother's answer. Jaune could see the thoughts running through her mind from the way her eyes seemed to go over how the situation must have played out. Jaune asking and Summer agreeing to give him her daughter, just like that.

Of course, it had been nowhere near that simple, and more than a little work on his part to even get Summer to a point where she might consider allowing that to happen. Between the brainwashing, conditioning, and the weeks of practically nonstop sex as well as the threat of her family being thrown unto the street.

But Yang didn't need to know that.

Tears started to flow freely as the girl began to weep. Her body went limp underneath Jaune and she let her head rest against the side of the tub. Her eyes lost their luster.

And just like that, the fight had been taken out of her.

"You're like me now, Yang." Summer said before planting a kiss on the crown of Jaune's head. Her hands resumed their ministrations on his cock, faster than the previously languid pace. "We've been changed. Remade. I think you've noticed it, haven't you? The way you can cum from just having your womb rubbed."

The blonde girl groaned as Jaune spread her legs and pushed a hand against the outside of her womb. His other hand reached over Yang's head to grip at the edge of the tub. Once again, Jaune began to thrust.

"Noooooooooooo!…"

She clenched around him, what would have been a crushing force muted and made into something exquisite by the give of her inside flesh and the hot watness of her tunnel. Her cervix was forced inwards by the force of his thrusting. Even better, Summer's stroking was starting to pick up the pace.

"Ah…Ooh… Your… entire womb's an erogenous zone now, Yang." Jaune told her as he pulled away from summer to get better leverage with his hold on the tub as support. He also used this to press his hand further against her womb.

"Hngaaah! Hngah! Huuuuuuuuggghh!"

Yang shook around him as he upped the pressure, the stimulation of that combined with his shallow thrusting forcing her over the edge of another orgasm.

Her whole body shuddered, shoulders, torso, arms. Jaune enjoyed the show of her tits jiggling to the tune of her scream as she came undone around his cock one more time.

Still, he kept thrusting.

"Oh her tits have gotten really good, haven't they?" Summer said, her own hips pressing against his, matching his rhythm while she continued to masturbate the little bit of his cock that hadn't yet been forced into her daughter. "I can't wait till she starts lactating."

Jaune laughed. "Not much longer now, I think." He reached out and grabbed at the glistening mounds, squeezing his fingers around them until they started to sink in. Yang's stiff nipples practically pulsed at the stimulation and they turned warm as he began to work his power into her.

But with Jaune's hands around her tits, there was nothing to hold her weight from being forced down his cock, all of it centered on her cervix.

And Yang was still cumming.

"AHHHH!"

Jaune's pace picked up after this, now thrusting Yang so hard she slid up the wall of the tub then meeting her back down with his cock. All the while, she came and came.

"No! No! Too much!"

"Mercy! Please! Mercy!"

"I'm breaking! I can't handle it any more!"

Her passage was so tight he imagined it'd seal shut if he pulled all the way out if it didn't prolapse to remain attached to his cock. He could see a bit of her inner walls follow his cock each time he pushed her up the tub, and the sensation of her arousal-slick grip was drawing him closer and closer to orgasm. Summer's continued egging on and worshipful touching of his balls and base didn't help.

"First fire, that is good, Yang." Jaune groaned, eyes closing as his thrusting got more erratic. "You're cumming your… Ah! OOooooh… brains out right now, from just having your cervix pounded and your womb pressed."

She was giving way. Each thrust now had his head pressing into the cervix opening, that even juicer hole kissing the tip of his glans as he went deeper and deeper into Yang's insides.

"But all of… Yessssss… of your womb is like this now. Inside and out."

And, with one final drop of the girl unto his cock, he went through, breaching the head and a few inches of his shaft through her cervix and all the way to the back of her womb.

Twice Jaune felt it. He felt the way her womb bulged out against his hand, and the way the pressure of his hand pushed the walls of her womb down on his cock, cupping her flesh all around his spongy head.

At last, he stopped, reveling in Yang finally becoming the cocksleeve he was turning her into, from sopping entryway to fleshy, automated tunnel, to tight-fitting end cup that was tailor-made to please his cock.

And Yang? Yang broke.

She stilled, legs lifted into the air and frozen with her toes spread out. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched away from the tub's walls to display her bountiful tits as they hung freely.

Then she started gushing. Girlcum from her pussy, and streaks of milk from her tits.

Summer cheered.

Jaune came, the first time of many that night.

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Jaune was treated to an orgy of the senses.

His cock was lodged all the way up inside Yang. Every last inch of him. It was wet, it was warm, it was tight. The folds of her insides were paradoxically squishy and squeezing around him. Cupped about the head of his cock was her womb, where it enveloped him from every direction.

No movement was needed, at least not from him. Yang's muscles squeezed around him almost rhythmically, every twitch or twist of her body gyrated her tunnel about his cock in ways he'd never experienced before. Whenever she came, every inch of female flesh from the entrance clenched about his base to her womb at his head shuddered with electricity while girlcum washed all the way down.

And Yang came many times.

"Oh! Oh! Oooooh!"

Her lovely voice rang like bells as she gasped before him. She breathed in great gulps of air, let loose shuddering sighs as her body surrendered to exhaustion, or whimpered whenever her core force itself to pleasure him despite how tender she must have felt. The girl was in pain now, Jaune was sure. How couldn't she be with how much she'd cum through the night.

But she came from the pain, too. Yang was a painslut now, after all, even if she might not have realized it yet.

Each little cry was matched with a squeeze of her pussy, each whimper came with a twist or attempt to pull away that stroked his cock from inside her. When jolt of pleasure from it inevitably registered, she'd go stock still in his arms while her pussy began to gush. Then she'd go slack and the cycle would begin again.

All of this was served alongside the show that was Yang Xiao Long and Summer Rose.

Yang's hair was a mess. Soaked with sweat after they'd gotten out of the bath, it clung to her like a second skin or hung wet and heavy as she moved about him. Her tits jiggled enticingly with each of her movements, and - even in the low light - Jaune could spot the little specks of her fresh milk glistening. They'd mix with her sweat and would have run down her belly in rivulets to join the collection of wetness at the point where her pussy took his cock.

But that was when the other great part of tonight came into play: Summer.

"Did you just cum again, Firecracker?" She cooed. The grin on her face was so wide Jaune could see it in the low light.

The maid was brushed right up against her daughter, hips level with the younger girl and her slightly distended belly pushing the girl's lower half forward.

Summer held Yang's arms folded between them in a position that forced the blonde's tits to push out, emphasizing each of the teardrop's movements. Every bounce, every shake. It left Jaune salivating.

"Hnggaaaaaaaaaaaaargh." The girl gasped, tongue lolling out as she shook.

Her milk tasted sweet, though some salt from her sweat mixed when he'd sit up to suckle at the girl. The bite of his teeth around her nipples pulled her back into her mother, who put one hand around her throat and the other at her womb.

"What's it like, Master?" Silver eyes shone as they met his, wide and hungry. "To have me touch you?"

Summer stroked him, hands pressing down and fingers trying to wrap around his cock through her daughter's flesh.

Jaune groaned at the sensation, pulling away from Yang's tit with a pop and a whimper from the girl as his teeth dragged against her sensitive nipple. Saliva or milk - he couldn't tell which - fell away from the broken link and fell on his chest. The droplet felt molten hot against his skin.

"Ooooooh… I feel it. Your fingers are touching my cockhead, pressing her womb down around me." Jaune shivered. Yang's already snug cup of a baby bag got even tighter. He thrust his hips upward to push against the movement, and he felt Summer's fingers practically wrap around his cockhead through Yang's flesh.

Jaune moaned as Yang began to scream, her shrill cry of pain matching the golden sparks of her aura flashing in the darkness.

"HNGAAAAAAA-ck!"

It came to an abrupt end as Summer's hand tightened around her daughter's throat, aura-enforced fingers squeezing tight enough to trigger the girl's aura. Meanwhile, Yang's pussy spasmed about his girth and the rest of her body thrashed.

The mother let loose a pleased hum, "Feels good, baby?" She planted a brief kiss against the girl's stretched neck. "Are you cumming from being used like a fleshlight?" Then her eyes turned back to Jaune. "Do you feel it when I do this, master Jaune?"

And he didn't need to look down to know what was happening. Summer's hand travelled down Yang's cramping groin, fingers squeezing his shaft the whole way to his base before coming back up and pressing down on his head through her womb.

"Ooooh… Hahahaha… You… You just jacked me while I was inside her."

Deep inside Yang, his cock hardened, pulsed as Summer went up and down and up again. As Summer masturbated him with the onahole that was her daughter.

The mother of his first child giggled, speeding up her stroking enough that Jaune could feel himself building to another orgasm. Yang's pussy, meanwhile, continued to shatter as she gushed about him in an intense orgasm. He could see the girl's arms and legs twitching, shivering as the lack of blood flow to the brain left her mind hazy.

"And what better way to use a fleshlight than to well and truly fuck it."

Then, Summer pulled.

Jaune's cockhead popped out through the cervix, the tight tunnel holding on so tightly he was sure it was going to follow him all the way out. The rest of Yang's insides convulsed, clenched by Summer's hand as the mix of pain and pleasure threw the girl off the edge again.

But Summer didn't stop there, pulling her daughter halfway off his cock as she continued to gush around him then dropping her back down with enough force that Jaune could feel the back of Yang's womb press against the skin of her tummy.

He could see the shape of his tenting her skin.

Right before Summer cupped the bump with her palm and squeezed.

"I'm cumming, Summer!"

"YES!" She cried out, the hand around Yang's neck moving to Jaune's face as she pulled him towards her in a deep kiss.

His hips thrust erratically, jolts of ecstasy shooting up his spine in tune to it as spurt after spurt of molten cum was shot directly into Yang's young baby room. Jaune could imagine his baby batter stuffing the girl's fallopian tubes before ballooning her womb against the squeeze of Summer's palm and fingers. He could feel the hot slime shoot down her cervix before being stopped by the seal made by his too-big cock in Yang's too-small tunnel.

Still he thrust, even as the pain he was causing her brought Yang back from unconsciousness and sent her into another pain and pleasure-induced orgasm.

By the time he'd finished cumming and pulled out, to then be enveloped in Summer's hungry lips, Yang was still flopping in bed like a dying fish, spraying girlcum and jets of his own sperm out her gaping pussy.

~TtT~

"I want you to start training her ass." He said, sighing as he felt the sweet relief of his bladder emptying. "And I want her nipples pierced when we get back to the chateau."

The mouth around his cock hummed in assent, lips pursing as they tightened the seal to keep his piss from leaking. Her tongue slid up and down the bottom of his cock ensured all of the contents of his shaft was pulled out, stimulating him towards another orgasm.

Pissing with a hardon was mildly uncomfortable, but Jaune had to say being immediately sucked off certainly had an appeal that he could get used to.

Summer gulped down her drink without much fanfare before returning to suckling on his cock. The woman's pace was relaxed, languid even.

Not that Jaune minded, leaned back against the plush chair of his hotel room as he was with Summer between his legs. He was tuckered out for maybe the first time since his marathon with Summer.

Sure he could probably stand to go a few more rounds, but he was feeling plenty satisfied right now.

"And make sure you get Taiyang dealt with today, okay?"

Ultramarine eyes met silver as Summer pulled away from his cock with a wet pop and a groan. Strands of spit connected her tongue to his cockhead.

"Of course, master. I can meet with him later today after we pick up your new shield." There was a flash of hesitation in her eyes, and Summer bit her lip with a hesitation he'd not seen in her in the last few days. "For Ruby… I-"

"She's the spitting image of you." Jaune interrupted, leaning back into the chair as he looked up to the ceiling. "I can't say I'm in a hurry yet. She's also about to go through some big changes in her life, so I think we can afford to give her time to settle down, no?"

Before Summer could answer, he added:

"Besides, there's someone else I had in mind. After all, it'll be a bit hard to do a lot of rough things with you as you are, and Summer's going to be ending soon. Yang's going to need to go back to school, right?"

The grin he and Summer shared was all the answer he needed to hear.

Afterwards, he had her suck him off. She deserved to have a little extra before breakfast after all the work she pulled last night.

Jaune, meanwhile, let her take his cum while he enjoyed the sight of Yang face-down and ass-up in a puddle of cum that left the matress soaked through. Her hips shaking in the remnants of an ongoing orgasm as his semen leaked out and fell unto her face below. Every inch of her was glazed with cum, and her hair was splayed out around her and soaked in the semen he could probably paint with them.

Yang really wasn't going anywhere today.

~TtT~

The weaponsmith's shop was unlike anything Ruby had ever seen before.

Maybe the closest thing she'd be able to compare it to were the workshops of Signal where the students worked on their weapons. And she'd only seen that one during the tour of the school her sister had given her during Signal's festival.

She guessed that the smith's own workshop might look a lot like what she'd seen: forges, anvils, tools scattered around tables and benches, and machines of all shapes and sizes for working steel into the weapons of huntsmen. Instead, what she, Jaune, and her mom were looking at was the display where they'd be meeting the smith.

The room itself was small, and the display hung from two of the walls while the window stood opposite to the door they walked through. A couch and two plush sheets were laid on one side of a wide coffee table with a loveseat across it.

Jaune and her mother took the loveseat while Ruby's eyes were immediately drawn to the display on the walls.

And it was a sight to behold.

Instead of completed weapons, the smith had components hung up on the walls. Frames for mechashift parts where the actual weapons could be attached, barrels that connected to no stocks, loaders and hammers attached to only magazines, blades of all shapes and sizes. It was like looking at a display of animal bones at the museum for her.

"I've never seen these parts laid out before!" She felt her hands shake as she held them out before a long barrel, one she'd seen in magazines.

"Summer mentioned you liked weapons. It's why I wanted to take you with us when I picked up my commission." Jaune said with a laugh, his hand casually smacking her mom's thigh. The sound - and the squeak her mom made - bounced off the walls and made Ruby feel her throat dry. "I think you can ask Brick when he finally gets here."

"Ask me what?"

Ruby jumped as the door opened, a heavyset man walking in with a box covered in brown paper and twine. He looked surprisingly clean for a man in his line of work. Ruby expected him to show up covered in oil, soot, and who knew what else. Instead, he wore a white long-sleeved shirt and a set of black suspenders.

Jaune stood up and shook the man's hand. Her mom's boss looked comically small compared to the giant, and Ruby wondered how much smaller she must look if stood beside him.

"Ruby here is really interested in making her own weapon, though I think she's also interested in just working with weapons in general?" Ultramarine eyes met hers in a curious look. "I figured she'd get a lot out of meeting a grandmaster weaponsmith."

Brick laughed, it was a booming sound, and Ruby found herself hopping back at it. "You really know how to make a man feel good about his work, sir Arc." He shook his head before wiping a feigned tear from the corner of a brown eye. "But it's always good to hear about more people getting into the business. My wife's been telling me to pick up an apprentice anyway."

Finally he looked to her, "Is that something you'd like to do, little one?"

Ruby squeaked. Her mother laughed.

The visit was very educational for her

By the time they'd finished and were having ice cream at a parlor nearby, Ruby was asking her mom if it really was okay for her to apprentice under Brick Davenport, grandmaster weaponsmith. That and pawing her hands all over Jaune's new folding shield, which could collapse into a spiked bracer that he'd be wearing around his left forearm.

"We'll talk with your dad about it, but I don't see why not. It may have to be on weekends, or during the summer since you're going to be having classes at Signal." Her mom answered before stuffing a spoonful of cookie dough ice cream into Ruby's mouth.

Afterwards, Summer regaled her with tales of what Jaune's house was like. Ruby heard of the chateau's wide gardens, the orchard, the training yards outside and the training rooms inside.

"How can you even have buildings that big!" She'd exclaimed when her mother mentioned that a wing of the chateau could fit several buildings in the city of Vale inside.

Jaune told her and even invited her to see the place one day if she'd like.

Ruby was sure it would be a big surprise for her sister for her favorite Ruby Rose to drop by one day! Her mom even said she'd make sure there were cookies ready for when she visited!

The girl had to admit she was a bit jealous of her sister. It sounded like working for Jaune and being at the chateau was an incredible experience. She couldn't wait to finally go.

~TtT~

Summer wasn't used to being intimate with her husband anymore. She hadn't for a while now, and hadn't been comfortable being with him for maybe even longer.

The retired huntress was certain her master had something to do with it. The Taiyang she remembered was a passionate man, and the only way things could have cooled off as quickly and as painlessly as it did was through her master's intervention.

Idly, as she closed the door behind her, she wondered if Jaune had used the same concoction she was about to slip her husband. If so, when had he done it? Had he given her the same thing? Was that how it started?

Summer didn't think she'd have been able to miss the warmth she felt from the vial, or the way it glittered in her hands. How could Taiyang not notice this when she mixes it into his drink? But her master said it wouldn't be an issue as long as she poured it in without Taiyang noticing.

And that part was easy enough. Once they'd finished their dinner, Jaune took Ruby and Yang out on the town to check the arcades. They'd promised to be back before it got too late, and she doubted that her eldest had it in her to disobey Summer or Jaune's orders right now.

But that was something she'd be getting back to. Yang needed a talking to. Maybe she and Jaune could do it together?

The room that Taiyang and Ruby were staying in was a small one. A queen-sized bed and a loveseat by the window that could be turned into a second bed where Ruby was clearly sleeping on if the mess of sheets atop it was any indication.

"It's been a while since we've had a room to ourselves, haven't we?" She said, grinning as the man she'd once considered the love of her life returned it. He'd taken the seat by the desk and was stretching his legs. The blond had gone to Beacon to visit Ozpin and check with Qrow on the… war. Not that it was any of her business anymore.

"Almost a year, I think?" The look on his face was conspiratorial. Part of Summer felt like the whole situation might have been easy to get back into. Comfortable. She crossed her arms as she leaned against the chair's armrests, and she felt one of Tai's shoulders pressing against the small of her back.

"Things have been busy for the both of us." He hummed, "How long do you think till they get back?"

She tapped her finger against her lips in thought, "enough," she answered. Which was the truth. "How about I make you something to drink to unwind."

He didn't argue, of course, and she was at the room's minibar minutes later stirring him a cup of coffee.

Gold glittered as the uncorked vial was tipped over, the molten liquid flowing into the coffee and disappearing moments later. Visually, Summer wouldn't have been able to tell that anything had changed.

But the warmth… the warmth remained. Odd for her to notice that since the coffee was supposed to be hot, but the vial had a warmth that reached deep into her skin. She'd felt it spread throughout her chest as the vial rested in between her breasts. Now it spread through her arms, and she felt them shake.

This was the final threshold. There was truly no going back after this, Summer was sure.

Just as Jaune promised, Tai hadn't suspected a thing.

She'd seen the change immediately, however. The way his eyes glazed over, the way his posture slumped and his grip on the empty cup loosened. Her hands caught the thing before it could fall. No sense in wasting good porcelain.

And as she crept up from behind him, leaned in to whisper in his ear the arrangements that her master wanted, Summer felt herself overcome with a sense of loss. The hollow feeling weighed her even as she'd already steeled herself to face this destiny.

Taiyang had been the love of her life. She couldn't comprehend it being anything else after she'd pined for him all of their young adulthood, and still carried her torch for him after he'd first married Raven. The first years of their marriage - before she'd been broken - had been paradise.

Would Jaune give her the same? She didn't think he'd ever actually marry her. She was too old, too damaged. And Jaune was someone. Certainly far more than a retired huntress who lived and worked as his maid could hope to deserve.

But this was the road left before her. One filled with pleasure and torment. And Jaune had more in store.

In the end, as she whispered to her soon-to-be ex-husband the plan, Summer shuddered in anticipation.

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"First flame," Jaune groaned, "That is good."

He leaned back, fighting the urge to close his thighs around Yang's head as she slobbered all over his balls.

This morning had to be one of his most pleasant ones to date, coming close to the first time he'd finally broken-in his sister Saphron.

A few days had gone by since they'd come back from Vale, with Summer setting his plans for her family in motion. Now that Yang was fully aware of her situation, he'd seen little reason to continue the farce of her staying in her own room. Both she and her mother had been in his bed ever since.

Summer, darling Summer, made sure that his wake-up calls were always pleasant. She'd strong-armed her daughter into rousing him in as many pleasant ways as possible. Usually with his cock down one of their throats while the other whispered into his ear or tended to his balls.

Once, he'd even woken up to find himself hilt-deep in Summer's ass while Yang stiffly planted kisses along his shoulder and collarbone and begged him to cum inside her mother's guts.

Really, the hottest part had been the look of flustered disgust on Yang's face while he felt her mother's squishy insides gripping his cock.

After that, Jaune was looking forward to all the different ways he could wake to pleasure.

But today was a little different.

"Yang's become very good at suckling, hasn't she?" Summer said as her hand gently caressed her daughter's cheek.

She was sidled up against him, leaning against the same pile of pillows that left Jaune reclined so he could look down to see the blonde girl tending to his balls without tiring himself out. His hand was around Summer's waist and rubbed up and down the dip of her back while his other hand was loosely wound around Yang's hair so he could maneuver the girl when he felt like it.

Combined with the treat of Summer's swelling breasts, Jaune's morning was off to a great start.

"She has," he pulled at Yang and he felt her gasp, cool air rushing over his wet balls as she pulled air in. His half-erect shaft twitched and he used his control over her to rub her face against it. Her nose and forehead getting a light smack from his dick.

Jaune held her there, enjoying the little whimper that came from her as he turned his attention back to Summer's nipples.

It was time he got his morning refreshments.

"Oh master." The mother cooed when he dove in, one of her nipples stiffening as he sucked on it while swirling his tongue around her areola.

Summer shook in his grip as he felt the wet swipes of Yang's tongue slathering his balls and going up and down his shaft.

His mouth filled with milk, coming in rich spurts from Summer's nipples as he sucked. It was sweet and hot, creamy. He hummed against her titflesh, squeezing his teeth around the nipple and pulling back.

"Hmggaaaaaaaah~!" She thrust against his side, her pregnant belly rubbing against him while he felt some of her wetness get on the side of his leg. Letting go of Yang's hair, Jaune lifted his other hand and began kneading Summer's other tit.

After drinking his fill, Jaune pulled back from Summer's tit. The sound of the pop he made melded with the whimper of the older woman. Her fleshy mounds practically vibrating with the way she fell against him afterwards, shuddering. Jaune's cock stiffened at the feeling of her curved - her pregnant belly especially - pushed more tightly against him.

He made this. He made this woman. Made the baby inside her.

"Go get the plate, Yang." He said, hips failing to resist the urge to thrust against Yang's face and enjoying the sensation of her spit-slick forehead and soft hair rubbing against it.

She hesitated, eyes darting back to his cock before looking back at him.

He snapped at her, "Now."

As the girl stumbled towards his desk, Jaune turned his attentions back on her mother, pulling her over him so she'd be straddling his stomach and he'd have easier access to her lovely, lovely tits. He could feel her hot wetness on his stomach as he took her other nipple into his mouth and began tweaking the one he'd been sucking on earlier.

Summer groaned, hips once again thrusting and rubbing herself against his abs in a way that had him chuckling into her tit. The vibration pulling a shudder of her.

He continued playing with her as Yang arrived, settling the plate within arms reach of him. She stayed standing at his bedside, however, and Jaune could feel her eyes on him.

"My dick's getting lonely," He half growled, a bit of milk linking his lips to Summer's now-erect nipple. It was when he turned to the girl that he caught her eyes going back and forth between the contents of the plate and himself.

Ah.

"Thinking about it?"

Yang looked demure. Uncharacteristic of her, but with the way her hands were behind her back, her legs held tightly together, and the shaking - oh yes, he could see her shaking. It was barely there, but he could see it - Jaune could tell. The girl was nervous, worried.

Jaune grinned.

"Don't worry, Yang. It's not for you."

Immediately, realizing what Jaune meant, Summer rested her forehead against his shoulder and fully leaned into him. There was a burst of wetness to come from her pussy, washing his abs and going down towards his dick in what might have been rivulets.

"Oh does that excite you?"

The slap that followed made both mother and daughter cry out. Yang in surprise, Summer in pleasure. It was an exquisite sound to Jaune. Between the crack of his blow against her jiggly ass, Summer's stuttered moan, and Yang's squeak as she hopped back, the room was filled with a treat for his senses. His cock was painfully stiff now.

"I want that throat around my cock, Yang." His voice was low, hungry, "Now."

He let out a sigh of relief when the blonde girl's lips wrapped around his cock and started working her way towards his base. Dutiful little slave that she was, Yang's hands also started to jerk off what she couldn't yet take, and reached down to fondle his balls.

Cock now cradled in warm wetness, Jaune spent the next few minutes focusing on Summer's nipples. He'd tweak them, twist them, nip at and nibble them. Once they were erect enough, he'd pull at them with his fingers or teeth and even stroke them up and down like they were little cocks.

Filled with milk as she was, her tits squirted and leaked, spattering Jaune's face and covering his hands in the sweet liquid. He'd lick it all up with glee while he felt her arousal continue to drip unto his stomach and down to his crotch.

Jaune couldn't help but chuckle around a nipple as he thought of Yang having to lick her mom's own juices off his cock and balls.

Summer writhed. He was sure she came a few times, though her orgasm hadn't ever been intense enough to really take the edge off. Every time she'd let loose a keening cry while shuddering uncontrollably, Jaune would stimulate her right back up while squeezing in a few slaps to her doubtlessly neon-pink ass as she came. It left the woman building up towards another cumming even as she was still coming down from the last one.

Yang once again moved back to his balls as he started thumbing Summer's clit. The mother's nipples were hard enough to cut glass now, and plenty ready for what he wanted to do to them.

"… Ah… Arms up." He said, slapping the inside of one of Summer's elbows right before biting down on a nipple. A spurt of milk filled his mouth and he drank deeply from it.

Summer was panting now, tongue out and breath ragged. Her skin had turned pink from a full-body flush, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat that reflected the morning sunlight in just the most delectable way. It emphasized her curves. The swell of her abused tits, the plumpness of her camped and straining thighs, and the gentle bump of her belly.

Jaune thrust into Yang's mouth at how gorgeous Summer looked.

The woman struggled to obey the command. She'd been using her arms to keep straight while Jaune tormented her, and keeping upright without them was difficult. But Jaune made no move to help her, instead leaning back into the pillows and watching from below as she swayed from side to side while he attacked her nipples and rubbed his palm against her clit.

But she did, fire bless her. Summer Rose did as commanded, holding her arms together above her head and presenting herself to her master.

Perfect.

So he reached for the plate.

~TtT~

"Hnggggggggggaaaaaah!… Aaaaaaaah!… Hnggggggggggg!…"

Mom's legs were spread, asscheeks held open by her hands as girlcum rushed out of her spasming pussy like a river. Each time the opening seemed to clench shut a fresh wave of clear liquid would run out, run past her ass, and join the growing puddle underneath her.

It reminded her of a living creature in its own right, completely independent of the retired huntress that was Summer Rose.

Yang wasn't sure how long her mom had been like this. A few minutes maybe. It wasn't like before where she'd cum, then work her way up to another orgasm as she came down from the last one.

No, from the way her mom moved, writhed even as she held herself together to keep from moving too much, it looked like one single, continuous orgasm. There wasn't a time where the intensity of it started to taper off, where it looked like her mom was finally climbing back from the pit she'd been thrown into.

It was just the fall into pleasure, where she panted and whined as her pussy gushed like a mountain spring.

Summer whined again, bulging belly rising as her core tightened and another wave of girlcum came out of her yawning pussy. The movement caused her breasts to bounce with the violence of it, and Yang was reminded of the cause of her mother's current state.

Catching the light upon their silver surfaces, were the needles that pierced her nipples and clit.

They were wicked things, maybe half a foot long and she could have sworn she felt that something had been carved unto them when she dared to touch one before handing the plate to Jaune. More of the magic that Jaune could somehow wield, that had left her and her mother in such sorry states.

And while Summer was off to the side of the bed cumming her brains out?

"She looks… Hmmmmmmm… gorgeous like that, doesn't she?"

Yang felt her insides lurch and she fell against Jaune. Her tits pressed against his forehead, and she could feel his building chuckle even as the very large cock jammed all the way to the hilt inside her throbbed in his building excitement.

Lavender eyes rolled back, and her hands tried to touch Jaune's cock through her tented stomach and steady his cock from the outside.

Bad idea.

She keened at the sensation of her womb being pressed on from both sides, the small movement enough to get her core squeezing down on the cock as she gushed around it in a small orgasm.

Brother gods, Yang was thankful that Jaune wasn't interested in moving. Her master was perfectly content to just let her lean against the pillows as he licked up the milk she leaked as his hands ran up and down her clammy thighs. Even then, just having his cock inside her… being large inside her… was enough that her skin was flush and tingling all over.

Not much different from her mom who was absolutely pink, and so hot that Yang could feel the heat coming off the older woman all the way from their side of the bed.

"I-… Hngah… Is this what's going to happen to me?" She couldn't bare to turn away from her mother as she asked, looking at how Summer's silver eyes were rolled back into their sockets, her mouth hanging open and her lips shaking as another wave of girlcum spurted out. The needles glinted in the light of the sunrise.

Her voice was small, tentative, nervous. Yang was shaken enough at what she saw to accept that even as the fire that continued to burn deep in her belly aroused her.

"R-reduced to… a-… a-"

"A toy? A painslut?"

Jaune's hands wrapped around her asscheeks in a tight, painful grip. Yang could feel how his fingers dug into her flesh.

"Ooooooooh."

The cock inside her was pushed further in, pushed against the end of her womb so far she could feel him pushing against it. She was cumming again, the fire inside her stoked by his cock and the heat from his crushing of her ass. Yang wrapped her arms around her master as she shook above him.

"Aaaaaaaaaah… Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

"You're already a painslut, Yang." Jaune said, moaning as her insides squeezed up and down his cock, trying to milk him. "You're not as far along as Summer is, but you'll get there."

He started thrusting, easily yanking is cockhead from inside her womb before slamming back into it and crushing her against his torso. Yang felt like a sock being turned inside-out as her womb was dragged down by the movement then punched back in as he refilled her. Each blow to her baby bag had her legs kicking up and her nails scraping against his aura, drawing golden sparks that lit up the room as he extended her orgasm.

Yang didn't know how long that lasted, but when the world finally started making sense again, she'd noticed that he was still lodged inside her and she was leaking of girlcum so heavily she felt like an open tap.

And to the side, her mother was there… still cumming her brains out and dead to the world.

Like… like a toy left switched on.

It was such a stark difference from the woman she'd grown up with, seen training in the yard of their house on Patch, of the stories her dad and uncle shared. This woman… this thing was little more than a collection of holes made to pleasure Jaune's cock, reshaped to appeal to his sick fetishes while she threw the family she'd purported to value so highly at her master's order.

Was this her future?

"Wha… What's happening to me, then?" Her mouth was dry, and breathing felt like rubbing sandpaper down her throat. Somewhere deep down, Yang was terrified of the answer. At the same time, a part of her was hungry to know. "Am I quitting Signal the same way mom quit being a huntress? Am I staying here fulltime to…" How she managed a nervous swallow, she didn't know. "To be your little toy?"

Letting go of Jaune's back, she tried to push herself back into a sitting positio-

"Ughhhh~"

His cock was still hard inside her, and just trying to move stimulated her oversensitive womb. Whatever strength she'd managed to rebuild in her arms and legs gave out, and she found herself leaning entirely on Jaune again.

"It's amazing how she turned out, huh?" Jaune heaved and sat up, carrying Yang with him. He pushed Yang far enough that she leaned back, but far enough that part of what supported her was the cock still inside her.

The girl let out a shaky breath as her stomach tented. Looking down briefly, she shuddered at the sight of his cock poking through her.

Even worse, she could already feel the fire of her core climbing again, her cocksocket squirming around the over-large groaned.

"Your mom went from Ozpin's most reliable huntress to my sex toy in just a few years." Jaune continued, hands running up and down her sides as his eyes turned to Summer. "She's told me some of the stuff she's had to do, you know? And she's done some crazy stuff. You can probably ask your uncle about it, if he's the type to tell.

"But now? I can make her cum so hard she falls to her knees, she leaks milk at all hours of day and becomes uncontrollably horny if she isn't emptied regularly. Even then, just milking her is enough to get her off. And the choking…" He turned back to Yang, grinning. "You should see what she's like when your mother's choking on my dick, Yang. It's magical seeing her cum her brains out. No hands, too."

He laughed, "And even better, she can still fight with the best of them. She's not as fast as she used to be, but that's the injury. She's still got skills aplenty."

Yang gasped when his cock twitched inside her, and whimpered when his hips made a shallow thrust.

"That's the hot part, Yang. She's this killer huntress one moment, and my obedient toy the next." His lips licked at her leaking nipples. Yang moaned. Jaune gave her another thrust. "She's not weak. She's weak to me.

"So you'll go back to Signal. You'll graduate, and you'll go to one of the academies. Beacon is likely, I think. Summer told me Ozpin is very interested in getting you to attend there."

The hand that took hold of the small of her back was hot. Hot like the sun. As hot as the cock that was setting her insides on fire. It pulled her to him and jostled the dick shoved inside her, dragging her womb back and forth.

All at once, Yang and her mother groaned.

"Ooooooooh!"

"You're one of the best in your year, Taiyang told me," He mentioned her father's name so casually as he drove her towards another orgasm, "And you'll be the same in Beacon. You'll be the best huntress you can be, and you'll make your teachers so proud."

His hand pushed against the bulge of her womb, pushed it down. And with his other hand at her back, Yang was crushed from two sides unto his too-big cock.

She screamed.

"But when you're here, when you're with me… You'll be my little cockwarmer, my automatic masturbator. My blonde, milky, painslut."

Then he withdrew, pulled his cock out so quickly and abruptly Yang swore to the brother gods she could feel her womb clinging to his cockhead and getting pulled out with it. She yelped, now-crimson eyes wide as the terror of such a thought ran through her.

Pussy gaping, lips wide from Jaune's sudden exit, the cold morning air rushed in through her pussy, up her cervix, and into her womb.

In contrast to the fire of his cock, the air hit her like a wall of solid ice and a lightning bolt all at once.

"Huuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

Yang came, squirting girlcum all over her owner's still-erect cock as her hands held her legs open and she thrashed in Jaune's arms.

~TtT~

This never got old.

Summer's pussy was a spring of juices, a never-ending flow of lubricant that smoothened his thrusts even as her overstimulated pussy tried to seal itself against his cock. All of that combined with how squishy her flesh was so it was a tight grip that was really all give? Jaune was reminded of why he loved fucking Summer so much.

It just got better whenever he'd brush against her pierced clit. The magic of the needles kept the poor thing perpetually erect, and any movement of the thing drove Summer's sensitivity into overdrive.

The woman screamed when his pelvis pushed against the nub, squirting girlcum and milk at the same time as her pussy tried to extract his cum from him.

Jaune's only regret was that he couldn't hilt himself in Summer until the baby was out of her womb.

But that's what Yang was for, wasn't it? Ultramarine eyes turned to his side to see Yang's wide-open eyes as she shuddered from the orgasm he'd given her when he'd pulled out. She'd come down from the high, but the aftershocks of it were running longer than usual.

There was something just so very sexy about how her eyes glazed over as she shattered in front of him, legs spread and hips thrusting against the morning air as she squirted juices all over the sheets before he let her fall over and continue to thrash about on the bed.

Jaune wondered if Yang's mother, her birth mother, broke the same way.

As he came inside Summer's pussy, he decided that he couldn't wait to find out.

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Yang's nerves were on end.

They shouldn't have been. It was just snacks. Something she and her mom had brought to Jaune many times in the almost two months she'd been part of the chateau's household. Both of them went down to the kitchens to pick up the tray that had been left for them by the staff.

A pot of hot tea, a bucket of ice, a few slices of cake, and several cups all prepared for Jaune to enjoy after an afternoon of seeing to his family's businesses in the City of Vale. The same as they'd done every weekday since she'd started working here, even before he'd started… fucking her.

But they'd never taken this long before.

Jaune's apartments were on the upper-central floors of the chateau while the main kitchen was in the ground floor of the south wing. Not on the opposite end of the property, certainly, but still no small distance. Even with elevators, it took Yang maybe ten minutes to get from Jaune's study to the kitchen and back. It was why most days, Yang and Summer just prepared everything in the little kitchenette they had in their part of the chateau.

Not today. They'd run out of cakes and so had to get the full set. Summer had the tray while Yang carried the box containing the rest of the cakes. Still, this wasn't too odd. They'd had to do this a few times already before, after all.

"You two took your time."

Jaune said, ultramarine eyes looking at them from over a sheaf of papers in his hands. The smirk on his face was plain to see.

If only it hadn't taken them the better part of an hour to go down and get back.

Her mom shook, shuddered. Yang had lost count of how many times she'd had to steady the older servant so the tray wouldn't fall. She'd offered to take the tray, but Jaune had specifically asked that her mother be the one to bring it up.

"A… Ahhh… apologies, ma… maaaaah… master Jaune," Her mother got out as she stumbled through the threshold and into the master's study. Yang was maybe half a step behind the older woman, and had to fight every urge to just brace her mother against herself to make sure she didn't collapse.

She'd almost done so when she saw her mother's knees shake, and heard the barely-concealed whimper. But the gaze of her master kept Yang in place. Pinned her to the floor and her hands to the box of cake as her mother barely - just barely - managed to set the tray on Jaune's desk before stumbling to her knees in a shaky, panting mess.

Yang immediately got to work, setting aside the box and putting several cubes of ice into the glass. The tea followed shortly after with the faint clinking and cracking of the ice as the heat of the tea started to melt it.

At three-quarters full, Yang stopped, froze. Her eyes glanced from the glass to the rest of the tray and noticed something very important.

They'd not been given any milk.

"You know what to do, Yang." Jaune said without looking up from his work.

For the first time since they'd gone down, Yang looked at her mother. Really looked at her.

Mom's pale skin had a sheen of sweat that had left her white blouse soaked through and her skin reflecting the afternoon light. Her very stiff nipples poked through the thin cloth, the faint pink flush of them drawing Yang's gaze.

She could see the piercings. The needles had been bent upon themselves until they'd turned into rings. Jaune hadn't let mom take them off since they'd been attached to her yesterday.

Yang felt her mom gasp as she started unbuttoning the woman's top, Summer's body almost flinching away before cloudy, silver eyes met lavender. Summer then braced herself, biting down on her lip and starting at Yang in a way that made something in the younger woman's stomach flutter.

"Hngaah!"

Summer flinched, pulling away and nearly toppling Yang over with how suddenly she'd done it. On instinct, Yang had grabbed hold of her mother's lapels and held tight until the older woman stopped struggling. This eventually ended with Summer pulling back just enough for her nipples to not be brushing against the cloth of her blouse while Yang undressed her. Something Yang hadn't missed.

Once her mother was undressed, Yang brought down the cup and bent her mother down.

The older woman panted, breath coming in hot and heavy as Yang absently ran a hand over her mother's frankly gigantic tits. And without the blouse to hide them from view, Yang could see just how stiff the piercings had left her mother's nipples. And they were practically leaking.

So very hot. They were like furnaces in her hands. If she hadn't gotten so used to her semblance or just how hot Jaune could get during fucking, she knew she'd have recoiled from the sheer heat. Yang could almost see steam coming off her mother.

Engrossed at the tits before her, she tried to lift them - feel the heft of them. The palm of her hand sunk in as the titflesh seemed to mold around it. If Yang had pushed harder, she knew that her fingers would sink into it without much fight. Absently, she found her hand going to her own tits and comparing the feel of them. She was younger than her mom, after all, and not as big.

Yang wondered if she'd be as big at Summer's age, or if Jaune had changed her enough that she'd be bigger. Was that something she wanted?

She felt the damp spot between her thighs grow wetter and wondered if that was Jaune's doing, or if she was always this perverted. Was there a way for her to ever tell the difference?

Again, her mother flinched when she wrapped her fingers around the nipple.

"Hngggggg!"

Milk spurted out with the keening cry, jetting into the cup of Jaune's tea. All the while Summer held herself and fought the shakes of an approaching orgasm.

~TtT~

"How do you feel, Summer?"

Summer felt her mouth hang open, cloudy, silver eyes blinked slowly as she took in the sight of her master. He was the one thing that seemed to be clear in her world, ultramarine eyes the center of her universe.

"Haaa…" A shudder ran up her spine while warmth continued to pool in her belly. "I… It tingles, master Jaune." Shaking fingers dragged against the cloth of her skirt, somehow still feeling like it was touching a second skin. "All of me… Hmmmph… But… B-but…"

Her milk leaked out, whatever was left from the milking they'd done for master's drink. It was molten-hot to her, beads of starfire at the tips of her pierced nipples and it made her-

"Hnggggggggggggg!" Thighs crushed together as all of her shook, droplets thrown outwards as the fire spread to all of her tits, to her back, to her pussy and her brain. Her eyes clenched shut and her naked pussy wept.

It was a brief cumming, but her nipples still felt fire-touched. Panting, she continued, "My… M-my nipples. They're… always erect now… Ahhhhh… Sensitive."

She heard her master chuckle. "I can see that. Tell me more."

"My… my clit." Clammy palms brushed against her skirt. Her stiff clit shaking with the featherlight weight of the silver ring piercing it as her hips thrust up just a bit. "It's… the same… Hmmmmm… Everything's so… so Hazy now. Like… like a fog."

Again she tried to blink away the blur, to see her master seated before her. All she could see clearly were the ultramarine eyes looking down on her with something akin to pleasure. Everything else was… vague. The only thing Summer could be sure of was the bright yellow smudge in between where her master's legs should have been was doubtlessly her daughter.

Good girl, Summer decided, pussy once again drooling at the thought of her lovely daughter servicing their master.

And she kept telling Jaune about what life was like for her now.

Thinking was hard, moving was hard. How couldn't it be when all the world was arousing to her, when her mind was constantly on how her nipples and clit sent shocks up her spine, shook her knees to pieces beneath her.

"I… I can't walk properly, master Jaune," she half-gasped, half-sobbed as she felt her clit throb at a memory from this morning. "I came from my clothes rubbing my clit, sir. Squirted… Hmaaaaaaaah… all over my thighs and ruined my skirts. I couldn't stand afterwards."

Spreading her legs, Summer strained against the confines of her too-tight skirt, thrusting up in jerky motions that barely - just barely - moved the clit ring up and down. The movement swung her weighty tits the same way, but instead having them slam against her chest. She moaned.

And with a snap of her master's fingers, she felt the piercings come to life.

Her screams filled the room as electricity - lightning - shocked her nipples and clit.

The points blazed with the heat of the sun, so bright in her mind that Summer couldn't notice anything besides it. It pulled at her, drew all of her into itself. She tried to get away from it, but all she succeeded in doing was exposing more of what she was to the flames. Her blood turned molten in her veins as the sensation bloomed outwards and throughout her body.

"I-I… IT HURTS!"

She knew that voice was hers. Cracked and hoarse as it was - as unrecognizable as it should have been. The wailing woman at the center of all this pain was her.

Every instinct she had, every ounce of self-preservation, told her she needed to get rid of the piercing. Summer knew her hands were hovering above her nipples, fingers outstretched and trembling as they could practically feel the tingle of electricity in the air so close to her poor nubs.

But she couldn't, and every time her fingers brushed the painfully hot steel of the deformed needles, she'd flinch back with a whimper.

Despite it all, she felt something pooling, gathering at the pit of her stomach. It was a familiar feeling, one she'd gotten only too used to being under Jaune's care.

There was no pleasure in this. There shouldn't have been. Jaune wasn't playing with them, not with his tongue, or his fingers.

Lighting brought her only pain.

"IT HURTS!… S-SO… SO GOOD!"

Her center had turned into a dense ball, built the pressure of a building orgasm that functioned as the core of the sun. Growing and growing and growing from the pain until-

"CUMMIIIIIIIIIIING!"

~TtT~

She was beautiful.

Her back was arched so far off the ground her feet were underneath her. Summer's legs were bowed out, too. Spread so wide he could see directly into her weeping cunt and winking rosebud, and her discharge had gone from a light trickle to a rushing river now that she was cumming.

Glistening, sweat-slick skin made her look like she was covered in oil, almost bronzed in the light of the sun as it began its slow setting. Her body had turned so hot he could practically see steam rising from her. It left her looking like a djinn he'd called upon in a dream.

Summer had gone silent after her first scream of orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her head and her mouth hanging open silently as she gushed and squirted milk from her shuddering nipples. The hands that had been trying to get ahold of the piercings were left thrashing against the carpet above her as she continued to writhe.

It was like watching a dance, the way her curves rose and fell as she turned one side to another in pain and forced pleasure. She was highlighting her curves to him in the best ways as her tits, her ass, her thighs all jiggled for his enjoyment.

He wanted to fuck her. Oh how he missed fucking her. How he missed taking his cock and shoving it all the way up her womb, yanking it out, and then driving it all back in so hard she'd blank out from the forcefulness of it all.

But right now she didn't have enough pussy for him, her fleshlight of a front hole insufficient without access to her baby bag. Jaune couldn't fault her for it. Her womb was too occupied with carrying his child, after all.

So instead he satisfied himself with the hole currently wrapped around his cock, at least while he enjoyed the show.

Yang's lips were wrapped around his base, squeezing as tightly as they could would her throat clenched around his girth with a force that had him shallowly thumping himself against the older girl's face.

Jaune was sure that she couldn't breathe. The suction around his tip was steadily growing, and the panicked sounds that sent vibrations to his cock was her half-screaming to be let out for air.

Still, he held fast, keeping her hair wrapped about one fist while his nails dug into her scalp and he made quick, shallow thrusts that just barely moved his length within the vacuum-seal of her throat. It dragged her tightly against his glans, the tight fit of his shaft and the delicious, delicious warmth of her. Using her throat as an onahole as he enjoyed the show that the girl's mother was putting on for him.

He could feel Yang's legs brush against his own. They'd gone limp, and he hadn't felt her hands on him for a while now, too, though Jaune hadn't felt her really fight him during a throatfucking for a few days now.

After they'd gotten back, Yang had lost a lot of the fight left in her. She'd sometimes glare or bite back a retort when he ordered her to do something, but when he had her like this - thrusting into her in any ways he liked - she'd just let it happen.

Even with her hair, where she'd have once fought tooth and nail, or begged or bargained, Yang now let him manhandle her any way he liked. Whether it was pulling her by it, yanking it during fellatio or using it like reins, or even dousing it in his cum. Yang was obedient.

So he kept thrusting, grinding her face to his pelvis as he felt her practically fuse herself to the cock shoved down her throat with a grip so sweet Jaune couldn't help but let loose a groan as he felt her squeezing line up with the winking of Summer's asshole.

Fuck. That was a hole he could still use, wasn't it? Yeah. Summer's womb was protected, and her ass was plenty trained still.

Jaune looked down at Yang as he pulled away. It was surprisingly hard to do so, and he had to grit his teeth a bit as he felt the vacuum seal slowly break as he slid out of her throat.

Yang was also quite the sight. Lavender eyes were half-lidded, twitching. Her face was spattered with throat-slime that blocked her nose and would have stung at her eyes had they been fully open. Beautiful blonde hair stuck to her skin. When he finally excited her throat, his cock was so thickly covered in Yang's spit it looked to be covered in jelly. Strings of spit clung to his head and shaft, connected into the deep reaches of the girl's throat and the slow, sluggish breathing sent vibrations up and down the length.

The girl took slow breaths, deep breaths. The blonde not quite back yet after being deprived of breath for who-knew how many minutes. Amused, and largely done with her, he let go of her hair and watched as she dropped to the ground before he stepped over her and towards the mother.

Summer was still writhing, her movements now accompanied by little whimpers as her body vibrated with the pain. Already, there was a puddle of girlcum building around her, too much that the carpet couldn't absorb it anymore. He'd likely have to get the rug replaced, but that wasn't too much of an issue.

He took hold of her leg and dragged her backwards. The twitching of her limbs ran up his arm, and he had to catch her other foot before it accidentally caught him in the face.

Her ass was all give. A meaty grip that was thick and squishy all the way. And with his cock so thickly coated in Yang's throatslime and Summer's pussy juices that were alternating between a leaking tap and a rushing river, Summer's ass-pussy was very well lubricated.

But there was something else. Maybe a quarter of his length in, he felt it. The squeeze. Weighty and crushing and borderline unwilling to let him through. Combined with the plush silkiness of the tunnel, it gave him an exquisite sensation that made Jaune gasp.

It was the child, and already she was aiding in her father's pleasure.

"Good girl." Jaune whispered, he wasn't sure to whom. Ultramarine eyes looking to the ceiling as he just basked in the two-tone feeling of Summer's asshole pleasuring his cock.

There was a faint tingle around him, accompanied by a half-rhythmic squeezing that would turn erratic every now and then, and a molten heat that somehow surpassed even that of Yang's insides with her semblance active.

Looking down, his gaze met the cloudy, silver eyes of Summer Rose. The woman's voice was low, barely there. And whatever sounds came out from between her lips were indecipherable to him. Still, her ass squeezed and her writhing twitches as she came and came and came pleasured his cock.

Like this, Summer's ass-pussy was the height of decadence, and Jaune was enjoying every minute of it.

He fucked her ass the rest of the night, thrusting lazily as she passed in and out of consciousness. He enjoyed the sight of her milk-leaking tits, her endlessly gushing pussy, her cries and wails of pain as it forced orgasm after orgasm from her and the way her twitching and thrashing jiggled her curves.

She was gorgeous. Her face flushed, her mouth hanging open, her breathing ragged. Even the sounds she made were sexy, arousing. It made him hunger for her even more.

Occasionally he'd found himself caressing her growing baby bump, contemplating how many months it would be before he could fuck her pussy again.

Another part of him - a baser, more animalistic part - was excited to see a woman carrying his child. He'd done this to her. He'd broken her in, left her in a constant state of arousal, and screwed her up so much pain could force her into cumming her brains out.

First fire, he'd missed fucking Summer. Missed how exquisite she was, how exquisite he'd made her.

When Jaune looked up once again, his thrusting having turned more frantic as he built up to another orgasm of his own, it was to the sight of Yang staring at them, eyes wide and unblinking as she thrashed about in a gushing orgasm of her own while massaging her womb with both hands. Her wide-open pussy seemed to wink at him as it pulsed.

It was what took Jaune over the edge, filling Summer's bowels one more time as all three of them came in unison.

After he finished, Jaune had gotten up and dragged Yang by her hair to his cock. Only half conscious, she lapped at his cum-covered shaft all the while still pressing her fingers down unto her womb. She came a second time while eating his semen.

For a brief moment, Jaune saw her blonde hair turn black, her lavender eyes turn red as though influenced by her semblance.

Soon, Yang would need to go back to Signal. And he wasn't really willing to go back down to one.

It was time he got himself another toy.

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For Yang, training might have been one of the few bright spots of her stay at the chateau so far.

Both Jaune and her mother took it seriously, and it somehow got her pumped up as well. There was something… different about maybe the training room or the act of training.

Yang wasn't sure which, but it was the part of her day where her head was clearest. No fog of arousal that left the world a blur or made her more focused on the thrum of electricity that stayed charged just underneath her skin, waiting for even the slightest stimulation.

She was sure part of it was Jaune's doing… somehow. She still hadn't figured out how he was doing any of this, but Yang knew that Jaune let her keep her mind during training.

It was mostly for his benefit since they actually used this time to keep him both fit and improve on his skills, after all. If nothing else, that bit about her work here at the chateau had been true. And Jaune seemed to genuinely want to get better since he focused almost entirely on his training and took spars with Yang and any input from her mom very seriously.

The same couldn't be said for stuff after training, of course, but still.

She used it to let loose. Her master didn't seem to mind when she let her semblance get the better of her at times, and get rougher on him than she really ought to be. But Jaune was a sturdy guy, with more aura than she'd ever seen on anyone - even her parents! And he seemed to be more than capable of taking on what she dished out.

Yang would have been the first to admit it was good to see him on the back foot for a change, and it was really the only time she could get back at him for… well, everything, really.

But today was different.

Jaune struck at her with speed she wasn't used to, each swing of Crocea Mors barely giving her enough time to dodge or block with Ember Cecilia.

And even when she blocked with her gauntlets, the blow rattled her arm so hard she briefly wondered if he was getting through her aura.

She was faster than him - more experienced. Yang traded each of the swings of his sword with two or three blows of her own, even going in for low, sweeping kicks to try and get him off balance.

The first time she did it, he'd gotten the first with his shield before grunting in pain as the second punch went through and his footing almost gave out from under him.

But he'd adapted, and his shield was catching more and more of her strikes each exchange while his legs would either swing out a kick of his own or he'd punish her by lunging.

Her problem was that his blows were stressing her aura more than hers did his.

And Yang was slowing. She could feel it. Because while aura protected her from the harm, it didn't protect her from the pain. It didn't dampen the sting of a razor-sharp edge dragging at her arm, or how his thicker, sturdier legs rung her own like a ram would a bell. She felt every little bit of it, and while her mind told her she was fine, her body was starting to fight her. Her strikes hesitated, her instincts only barely keeping up.

Jaune didn't let up on her, though. He stepped into her as she gave ground, and she could feel the momentum of the fight turning from a stalemate to a route.

His strikes came in faster. One slash, then another, then a kick.

When his off-hand parried her attempt at a low jab to buy her time, Jaune must have seen an opening Yang had missed.

Pain bloomed in her chest as she felt the air get knocked out of her. Her opponent had turned the parry into a shield bash and struck the center of her chest.

Stumbling, Yang tried to raise her arms and get her footing back under control.

Jaune didn't let her, and the world blurred briefly as she felt herself be lifted off her feet. Gold sparks filled her vision as his shield-first charge grated against her aura even as she felt the board smash into her gut.

Yang sent blows at him, but without any air she didn't feel any of her actual strength behind it. She could even feel her semblance begin to sputter as the world slowed to a crawl and she saw the glinting of ultramarine over the rim of the shield. She hadn't been sent flying, somehow. Jaune was still shoving her.

When she hit the wall, Yang realized why.

The shock of it rattled her spine. Vaguely, she could hear cracks as she was slammed against the concrete wall so hard it had shattered what little remained of her aura. And without anywhere to go, the full force of Jaune's charge crashed right into her with the wall sandwiching in between.

Right into her womb.

Her world shook. The pain and force spread from the epicenter and outward, to her legs, her chest, her arms, and all the way out to her fingers and toes. Her vision narrowed from both the pain and the lack of air as what little left in her lungs had been crushed out. She couldn't even scream.

But she did cum.

~TtT~

Yang was a sight.

Her eyes were lidded, blank. Her mouth hung open. Every now and then, Summer could see her eldest shaking as her back tried to arch off the wall but was stopped by the press of Jaune's shield as he kept her lifted off the ground.

But it was below the belt that truly caught Summer's attention.

She could see the dark spot at the bottom of her shorts, see the glitter of girlcum running down her exposed legs. Her Yang had cum, gushed when Jaune had smashed her womb. She was cumming still from the way she was twitching, legs swinging back and forth.

Clenching her thighs around the building heat of her core, Summer licked her lips at how beautiful Yang looked. She'd gone from being focused and driven by the anger of her semblance to insensate and cumming. Absently, she brushed her free hand over her slightly bulging belly and relished the heat that spread through her body.

Jaune pulled back, letting Yang drop to the floor. Her daughter managed to stay on her feet, but only by leaning against the cracking wall behind her.

Knees trembling, Yang fought to fill her empty lungs with air. Eyes clouded with arousal took on a gleam of growing panic as she failed. Shuddering hands came up to her chest and neck while her mouth opened in what would have been the beginnings of a panicked scream.

But without air, her voice didn't come.

Strength left her legs and she stumbled to the floor, splashing on the small puddle of girlcum. Yang looked terrified now, eyes wide and looking from Jaune to her as though asking for help.

And then she gasped, air rushing into her lungs at the same time that Summer heard her daughter sob. Eyes now filled with tears, Yang fell limp as she just sat there and breathed, gauntleted arms at her sides and legs splayed out before her.

Then Jaune took a step forward.

Yang looked up to see their master. Her features turned dark as his shadow fell over her.

Licking her lips at the knowledge of what was to come, Summer chimed in, "I never called the fight, Firecracker."

Her daughter only had enough time to yelp before Jaune sent another kick at her womb.

Aura flashed, sparked, but Summer knew that the pain still came through when her daughter's scream came laced with a moan. Voice climbing and breaking as she was sent flying back into the wall and bounced off.

The blonde girl rolled a short distance before stopping, and immediately arched her back as another orgasm started tearing through her.

"Whaaaaaaa!~ Whaaaaaaaaaats Haa- HNGGGGGGG!"

There was a spray that managed to make it through her shorts, not as much as she usually saw but enough to glitter in the light of the training room. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her hands were wrapped around her in an attempt to hold herself together.

Jaune, this time, didn't wait for her to finish. Instead sheathing Crocea Mors and closing the distance to stomp down on her belly.

Yang screamed.

And Jaune kept going. Reaching down and grabbing her by her hair so he could pull her off the ground. Even though it must have hurt her terribly, Yang kept cumming, legs turned to jelly and all of her weight hanging by Jaune's grip on her hair.

She tried to raise trembling hands towards Jaune, whether to block the strike that they all knew was coming or to gesture her surrender Summer wasn't sure.

Not like it mattered.

Jaune struck her again. First her head and then again her womb. Each blow made sparks as his shield slammed against her aura. Pain mixed with pleasure as the sound of Yang's keening cries filled the training hall.

She fought, or as close to it as she could as she while her body shook uncontrollably from her orgasm. Her arms tried to block a few strikes, catching them with the plates of Ember Cecilia or the palms of her hand. Yang grunted from the pain caused by the force of Jaune's strikes, but it was preferable to having her body be thrown over the cliff of another orgasm, Summer was sure.

The fight from her started to wane, though, her movements were so jerky and uncontrollable she was barely even brushing Jaune's arms before the strikes landed. Her breaths were coming out more pained moans than anything else now, and Summer knew that this was coming to its end.

When her aura broke, it felt like a mercy more than anything else to Summer. And Yang - too over-sensitive to notice - was finally let go and dropped into the puddle of her juices.

At least before Jaune dragged her out of it by her foot and started to strip her.

Somewhere deep inside Summer, she felt a pang of regret for Yang. For bringing her into this knowing it would change the entire course of her life.

But as Jaune closed in again, whatever feeling it was drowned in her own growing arousal. Biting her lip, she squeezed her hands against her thighs in anticipation.

~TtT~

Jaune's blood thrummed in his veins like thunder and every breath felt like fire.

Looming over Yang, he looked down at her as she whimpered and shook in the sensory overload of her tapering orgasm. Skin glossy with sweat, hair sticking to her face, and milky, jiggling tits heaving with each exhausted breath. Her legs were spread and her knees trembled, thighs now covered in girlcum. So much that threads connected them - and the puddle she lay in - together. Her shorts were now dark with wetness.

His cock was practically hurting at being trapped inside his pants like this. Jaune hadn't felt this hard since he'd marathon-fucked a baby into Summer.

Grabbing one of her feet, he dragged her away from the pool. He heard sounds of protest come from her lips, but her words were so slurred he could barely hear her. Vaguely, he felt some part of her try and shake his grip but he could tell that Yang was exhausted, their movements faint and erratic.

That's usually what happened after she'd been forced to cum twenty or so times. Jaune was impressed she was still conscious.

When he'd moved her enough so that they were over a drier part of the training ground, he set about getting her clothing out of the way. Using a knife since he was starting to feel his own arousal get the better of him, he sliced through her shorts along one of her legs and cut her shirt from in between her tits.

It didn't get all of her clothes off, but it was enough for him to gain access to the parts he wanted.

Yang's hands, shakily, rose to try and push his hands away as they grabbed at her tits. Immediately, Jaune was hit with the sweet scent of the girl's breast milk as it squirted from her very erect nipples. Diving down for a drink, he found himself grinning at the fire just below her skin and how quickly her heart was beating through his tight grip on her titflesh.

Whimpering, the girl resorted to blows. But tired as she was, her strikes didn't even seem to eat away at his aura, succeeding only in making Jaune become even more hungry for the spitfire before him.

He bit at her as he drank, nibbled on her swollen peaks or sunk his teeth around her areola. Yang gasped and he could feel how little her aura still fought him. It was flagging now, and it was just a little more before she'd be left completely vulnerable to him.

Pulling back, he thrust his hips and pressed his bulge against her weeping, twitching pussy. The sound Yang made and the way he felt her thighs grip around his sides made him grin in triumph. He thrust again and the girl let out a sob.

He could fuck her now. Her pussy had been tenderized by her repeated orgasms. And with the way he'd turned her front hole into an auto masturbator it was doubtlessly going to be a luxurious experience to have her velvety folds dancing around his cock as she came and came.

But Jaune didn't want to be lazy right now. He'd gone through the trouble of beating this girl to this stage, and he was hungry to force his way into something and consume it.

So he flipped her over, leaving her prone on the ground as he pulled the remains of her shorts away to reveal her firm behind. Pausing to enjoy the breathy grunt of pain that was muffled by the reinforced concrete floor, Jaune reached out and sank his fingers into Yang's asscheeks.

He could feel her muscle underneath, but there was still enough fat left to squeeze in between each of his fingers and there was just the right amount of jiggle to them. What he enjoyed the most was how hot she was.

It was going to be heavenly when his cock was inside her.

Wasting no time, freed his cock and moved himself into position.

Jaune had instructed Summer to begin preparing her daughter's ass for him. Time to see if it had been enough.

Her sphincter was tight. There was enough wetness for him to force his way through, but it was slow going and just trying to get his cockhead in was already pulling gasps of pain from the girl. She let out a startled gasp and some strength rushed back into her.

Of course, he'd been expecting that, and the moment her arms began to push against the floor Jaune slammed his hand against the back of her head. The force of it would have made her skull bounce back but he followed it with the weight of his upper body continuing to force her head to the ground. Yang stilled, stunned.

Heat. Tight, wet heat. Jaune had to resist the urge to let his eyes roll back into his head.

She was clenching still. But her thighs and even her insides were slick with arousal - her ass, too. Each inch he sank in was gripped by her oh-so-tight hole while her squishy insides tried to push him out by clenching.

All it did was amplify Jaune's pleasure.

Yang's ass was fire, a meaty oven that pressed around his shaft in a way that was very different from her constantly squirming pussy.

"Your mother did a… Ahhhh… Great job with your asshole, Yang." Jaune leaned forward and rested his weight against Yang's prone body. Still keeping his hand pressing her head against the floor, he licked her back and grinned widely at the sight of her hands starting to claw at the floor.

"Loose enough to not tear, but still so very… Hmmm… very tight."

He'd been looking forward to prone-boning her like this. Her ass was tight, but with his weight pressing down on her and the floor resisting, it seemed to double the squeeze around his cock. And it only seemed to get tighter the deeper inside her he went.

The girl was starting to try and fight back now. Jaune could feel her body getting hotter still as her hair began to glow and her hands managed to get themselves under her body.

Jaune sighed as the heat warmed his cock further before he braced his knees behind Yang's own to keep her lower body pinned.

Immediately after, he sent his shield-clad arm into the back of Yang's head again.

Her fiery hair flared as the blow landed, followed by a brief grunt before the girl's torso dropped back to the ground, arms crushed underneath her tits.

Not missing a beat, Jaune thrust.

"Hngggroooooooooogh."

The sound that came from Yang's mouth was more akin to that of a dying animal. Her arms tried to move again, but Jaune now had both of his own hands on Yang's head and, gripping her hair, he pulled back and slammed her back against the floor. The body beneath him buckled then stilled once more.

But it wouldn't be for long because Jaune gave one more push and felt Yang's asscheeks go flush against his groin as the entirety of his length became enveloped in her furnace of a backdoor.

He could hear - as much as feel - Yang's pussy gush beneath him.

Jaune's cock, fully lodged inside her intestines, was brushed up against Yang's very sensitive womb. Combined with his weight pressing this down and the floor pushing up, it left her uterus pressed on from both sides with more weight than it had ever been subjected to before.

For Jaune, it made Yang's already tight asshole clench about his base so tightly he might have worried it was going to snap his cock off. The suction inside intensifying as her orgasm woke her up.

"Hngg! Hnggaaaah!"

For Yang, it was hell. Her core shattered from the pressure and her body's thrashing was arrested by Jaune pinning her against the floor with his weight. Even with her semblance flaring up around him, Jaune just kept holding her down while her head repeatedly bumped itself against the concrete and her arms were trapped underneath her spasming body.

Jaune fucked her like this, pulled his cock back before slamming himself back to the base in a fast and shallow rutting. Each stroke sent a crushing blow at Yang's womb and his with enough intensity that Yang's cumming was renewed, not at all letting her come down from her high.

Her grip on his cock became so tight he could feel part of her still wrapped around his shaft whenever he'd pull out past her sphincter, continuing to squeeze him and keep him wrapped in her heat.

And he kept thrusting, setting a punishing pace that filled the arena with the sound of wet thrusting, pleasured groans, and whimpering gasps as he made her cum again and again and again.

Yang shattered as her aura did, body seizing as Jaune felt her squeeze down on him so hard he couldn't even pull his cock out from inside her. Her rear tunnel spasming much like her pussy usually did while her arms fell limp and the fire in her hair went out. She'd fallen unconscious.

"You'd… Ahhhhh… Held on real well there, Yang." He let out a dry, heaving laugh.

Catching his breath, Jaune let go of her head and leaned back.

Her tits were squished against the floor, but were big enough that he could see them peeking from her sides. The pool had reformed underneath them, and part of Yang's hair had soaked in some of her own juices. Grabbing her asscheeks in his hands again and gripping them, Jaune noticed that his hold actually left marks on her skin this time. Angry red lines that he knew would bruise later.

"But it's time we got a move on, too."

Pulling back he could see part of her insides still clinging unto his length, peeling away very slowly the further he withdrew from her backdoor. The contrast between Yang's blazing heat and the comparatively cool air blowing against his juice-covered cock made Jaune gasp, shivers running up his spine.

For a moment, he looked to where Summer was standing to see her face flush with arousal and her tongue hanging out while she panted. Still, her hand was on the handle of her axe, ready to move if anything happened.

Good woman.

Turning back to Yang, he reached out with his hand and twisted her hair around it before looping it around her neck. Jaune adjusted his cock from Yang's caping asshole to her still weeping, twitching pussy.

In one stroke, he both thrust himself all the way into her womb and began strangling her with her own hair.

He could immediately tell the difference. Yang's neck presented far, far less resistance when she wasn't protected by her aura. Where the force would have grated against it, there was only her bare throat. And already, Jaune could see how the twisted hair dug into her skin.

Down below, Jaune relished how soft her pussy had become. He pierced through to her womb without any resistance, and he could feel how her womb stretched around his invading length. The velvety grip was pliable and allowed him easy entry before immediately seizing and twitching as Yang was startled back into consciousness.

Without missing a beat, he started thrusting. Jaune pulled himself halfway out, dragging her womb part of the way along with his cockhead before slamming it back into place and distending her belly. Each time he bottomed out he could hear a strangled croak come from Yang's lips.

"You… Ah… Got a different grip when you're dying, Yang." He said with a laugh as he yanked on the hair like he would the reins of a horse. Yang's weakened arms were pulling at the twisted length at her throat to try and keep her airways clear, but from the way she was choking it wasn't particularly successful.

Still, he kept pumping himself in and out of her, eventually closing his eyes to focus on the way her insides melded to his shaft, squirmed, twisted, clenched, clung, and surrendered to each of his thrusts. Girlcum dribbled down his balls in an unending flow and his free hand felt how swollen her clit had become.

"Don't… Hmmmm… think I've missed it, Yang." He pinched her clit and enjoyed the way she stiffened, the entire fuck-tunnel uniformly squeezing before twisting itself in a gushing orgasm that ran down both their thighs. "You're here dying and all you can do is cum."

Her back arched as he pulled on her hair, her head following and bending herself so far she was facing the ceiling. Jaune could feel her womb pushing against his cockhead, trying to make it follow the bend of her body. Leaning forward, he could see the bulge of his cock up in her belly.

He sank his teeth into the point where her collar met her neck. Jaune could feel it, feel himself finally approaching his peak. Pulling harder on Yang's neck, he felt his balls churn.

The smell of ozone filled the air, a rush of wind that ran up his back before a dark shape landed a few meters ahead of him.

Jaune's gaze followed it, meeting black hair, red eyes, and a snarling threat that promised a quick death at the hands of her drawn blade. She stumbled for a moment from her shaky landing before rising to doubtlessly charge him.

But blue lightning struck down from the sky. Raven Branwen screamed in agony before she was thrown, her weapon clattering to the floor.

He felt a shiver run up his spine despite the electric heat of the room. His balls churning and his thrusts starting to grow erratic at the sound of pained gasps from the struggling woman before him. Jaune watched her try to struggle to her feet before another bolt struck her and sent her into pained spasms.

Letting go of the hair-noose around Yang's neck, he moved his grip to the girl's hips and kept rutting. Vaguely, he could feel more than hear the way air filled her lungs through her pussy.

She dropped to the floor in a boneless heap, her ass the highest point of her as Jaune held on to keep fucking into her. Yang must have felt like jelly from how she'd stopped even trying to use her arms, instead letting them lay in the puddle of sticky girlcum that she was dragged through with each powerful thrust of Jaune's hips.

It wasn't long before music filled the air as the mingling sounds of Raven's agony and Yang's pained ecstasy filled his ears as he kept pistoning his throbbing cock into Yang's pulsing hole. She was cumming around him, her juices gushing down his length and splashing over his groin while her tortured windpipe tried to pull air into her lungs.

He finally came, it was with such intensity that he could feel Yang's womb stretching as he pumped her full. All the while, he took in the sight of his newest acquisition as her aura yielded to the onslaught of lightning and her cracking wails filled the air.

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Summer was… happy.

Raven and her had been out of touch for years now. The last time had been that ill-fated mission that had ruined her career. Sure, it had ended up working out for the best for her - she'd have never been taken by master Jaune if not for it, but still.

Her renegade teammate was back, though. Pulled back, and now in the chateau with both her and their daughter.

Summer was positively elated.

"You look like you're enjoying this, master." She said before diving back in to suckle at Jaune's heavy balls. Her tongue brushing against the wrinkled and sodden flesh, well-wet with both her and her daughter's spit. Silver eyes took in the pleased grin on the master's face, and she felt a smile form on her own lips.

They were in one of Jaune's spare rooms. One that Summer was sure would be getting converted into a playroom of some sort after today. For now, it was plain, with a floor-to-ceiling window that let a lot of sunlight in. It had a couch and a few plush chairs, and polished marble flooring.

Jaune was comfortably sitting at one of the chairs, robe and legs spread wide to allow Summer and Yang to comfortably kneel side-by-side and pleasure him.

And hanging from the rafters, trussed up like a bird, was Raven. Her hands were tied behind her back while her legs were spread wide by a bar and her knees forced bent. Summer had been the one to tie her friend up after Jaune's lightning had knocked her unconscious.

It had been enlightening, seeing Raven like that again.

The years had been kind to the both of them. Where Summer's body had softened, especially after she'd retired, Raven had remained toned. Her stomach was flat with the slightest fitness of muscle beneath the skin. Her shoulders were definitely broader than she remembered from their Beacon days, too. Still, the changes her friend had undergone from motherhood had stayed.

Drool came, leaking unto her tongue as she remembered the sight of Raven's weighty tits and thick thighs. Summer was sure Raven's bust was bigger than her's, even if only slightly. And Summer had already been… enhanced by their master, too.

She slurped at Jaune's balls, adding more of her spit to it, and enjoying the little shiver she felt from her master as he relished the sensations she and Yang provided. No point wasting her fluids. Everything from spit and milk to girlcum was to be used for master's pleasure.

"Hngggggggggggggaaaaa~!"

From above and behind Summer caught the gasp before it was bit back by grit teeth. A moan burst forth from deep inside her as a tingle danced across her skin, up and down her spine and spreading outwards to her arms, her thighs, and her hands. Not enough to jerk her around, but enough for her to feel it.

Her core warmed at the sensation, tightened. Already Summer could feel her juices pooling on the floor underneath her, and she resisted the urge to touch her pussy, her clit, or her master wanted them to focus on him right now, and that is what they would do. Her hands stayed firmly on her lap, palm down.

Still, the sensations came, the tingles that invited her to twitch and shudder. They were featherlight and ran across her body just below the skin. From the brushes against Yang's jiggling curves as they continued to service the master's ballsack, Summer could tell her daughter felt it, too.

For while Raven had been in Chateau de la Brume Gris for less than an hour, master Jaune was already working his magic on her.

Already the bond that let them share sensation was open. It was weak still, and only so much could bridge the gap, but it was growing. Summer could feel the tingles beginning to verge on the edge of stinging.

As she returned to suckling, she wondered if the master would let all three feel the full brunt of what Raven was going through.

Her juices surged out of her core at the thought of all three of them writhing on the ground before he started fucking them.

~TtT~

Raven snarled.

Or she tried to. All that came out of her mouth was the sound of her chattering teeth and a wave of hot anger that rose up from the bottom of her belly.

She'd lost control of her body.

It shivered, it shook. It spasmed whenever the pain got too much, muscles convulsing as the lightning coursed through her. She felt parts of her she didn't know could cramp do so, and it threw her into a dizzying haze of pain.

She wanted to scream, wanted to pull away from the pain.

"Brrrrrr~"

Teeth once more chattered, the beginnings of a pained groan built in the back of her throat. She breathed.

She saw the memory of ultramarine eyes looking upon her smugly. Raven Branwen would not let him have the satisfaction.

But it hurt. Her body was seizing in the binds, and it made her unwittingly pull against it in some places, tightened them in others. Her shakes left her swinging from the rafters as every nerve in her body burned.

Still, she focused, closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pain as best she could while she searched for a way out.

Disarmed and without backup weapons - without even clothing - Raven didn't have a lot of options. Only her semblance and her magic. With either, it would have been child's play to break herself out, then break the boy that was doing this to her.

It had been the first thing she went for when she'd woken up to find herself hanging from the ceiling like a curing ham.

But when she'd reached into herself for either her link to Vernal, or the powers of the maiden she'd found… nothing. At the center of her soul, the well of power form which she'd drawn on for both her semblance and the powers of the maiden, was… nothing.

In its place was a cold emptiness. One that left her hollow even as white-hot pain pulled her out of the sanctuary of her mind and back to the physical world where she was greeted with the tight grip of ropes and a body that was no longer hers.

She was Raven Branwen. She would not be caged.

She was Raven Branwen. She could not be caged.

She'd escaped Ozpin. She'd escaped Salem. She'd escape this.

Her chest tightened, and her body grew hot - somehow hotter than the lightning. Raven could feel an ice-cool stream of drool make it past her grit teeth and run down her chin, her neck, her collar before coming down and ending at the tip of her left nipple.

Focus. Focus on that.

Focus on something.

The heat of her body pooled at the bottom of her belly, right above her womb.

"Noooo!~"

She would not be turned on but this. She would not. This brat was doing something to her. Had done several somethings to her! She'd be damned if she let him get his jollies off by watching her cum her brains out from being shocked with lightning now.

Blood-red eyes snapped open, wide, frantic. She looked about the room again. Look for something she could use to get out. To look for something she could focus on.

The sound of suckling lips clapped in her ears with the intensity of a stampede.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't listen.

Summer and Yang were servicing the Arc boy, glued to what she assumed was his balls as the wet and sloppy sounds of their tongues and lips working filled her ears.

Her eyes would not look away, the noise of them bounced about in her skull, and she took it all in.

Yang's hair hung heavy, shining with a layer of saliva and the viscous strings of what Raven could only assume was throatslime. Summer's hair also shone with it, but was nowhere near as covered. But the boy's shaft…

Oh his shaft.

It towered over them, a fleshy monolith that overshadowed their slop-sodden heads that twitched and throbbed. A reminder of their place.

The fire in her belly grew into a roaring flame. The lightning that danced over and under her skin thrust needles into her just as her pussy began to leak.

Raven let out a frustrated scream.

~TtT~

Jaune felt like a king. Seated here on a throne with a show while he was serviced by his maids.

He let out a happy groan at the pleasurable tingle that crept up his spine as two fleshy tongues cradled his ballsack before coming up and running just along his base before they wrapped their lips around each nut and suckled them gently into their mouths. The breathy and humid caverns warming his balls as the cool air chilled his cock.

It throbbed, twitched. Angry and red and very much ready to be used on a pussy. It was already starting to ache, and only the constant service of his girls had kept him able to stay his hand.

Not that he minded. The master could do with some delayed gratification every now and then after all.

And even just watching, it was already gratifying. Raven Branwen had curves aplenty, and watching how they practically overflowed around the tight ropework Summer had subjected her to was a treat in and of itself. Even more now that she was writhing in the throes of his lightning.

Jaune was being shown a light show while being pleasured. And very soon, he'd be able to start using his fresh meat.

He just had to wait until it was sufficiently tenderized.

"I… Hmmmm… can feel it, master Jaune." Summer spoke between licks, placing her lips at the base of his shaft and then humming. He gasped as he felt the vibrations run all the way up his length to his tip, his shaft swaying like a great tree. "She's starting to enjoy it."

And just as she said it, he felt it land on his face. A drop of it - Raven's arousal.

Her black hair swayed with each movement, exaggerating how her hung body swung from side to side as her body twitched and turned as the lightning from the walls arced towards her. The way her tits jiggled and swayed was positively hypnotic.

"I'm… gah!… not!"

Raven's voice bounced off the walls as she cried out, overpowering the sound of his lightning. It was strained, pained. Jaune could practically feel the desperation seeping off of her.

Summer giggled. For the first time since they started rising from her haunches so she could place her lips at the head of his cock and kiss it. Jaune felt himself half-tense at the feeling. It was melodious, arousing.

A brief and teasing swipe of her tongue later, Summer replied: "I can feel it, Raven. Every bolt that runs through you is a tingle up my spine. And the fire in your fuckhole is a warm embrace around mine."

Between his legs, Yang ducked and took over Summer's share of his scrotum, mouth opened wide and attempting to take both in her mouth at a time. Her fingers cradled what she couldn't, fondled him.

Summer's hands were on his thighs, silver eyes drawing him in as she smiled up at him.

"She's getting closer, master." She whispered, hot and heavy breaths warming his cold cock and making him even hungrier. His eyes returned to Raven, returned to the show while his Summer began to fellate him.

Her lips were tight and slow, sliding down and down and down unto his base. It left all of him engulfed in glorious warm and fleshy wetness. Jaune let out a pleased groan as he felt his legs unconsciously clamp inwards around Yang's head.

"No! No! No! No! NO!"

Raven was screaming now, wailing. She chanted the words again and again like a reminder, a plea. But he didn't miss the moans she tried to bite back, the panting groans that came with her cries.

Even with her skin covered in a sheen of sweat, he could see the way the lightning glinted off the stream of juices that flowed down her thighs and legs like a waterfall. Her aggressive twitching casting them out and lending drops on his skin, or catching the light like dewdrops.

"I don't want to cum! I don't! I'm nooooooo~"

He heard a wet pop, and the head of his cock was covered in hot breath and cool air both. Summer had pulled away, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his member.

"Yessssssssss."

Raven came apart before him just as Summer did. From the rapid blow of her nostrils and the sucking at his sack, so did Yang.

But it was his newest acquisition that caught his attention. Blood-red eyes rolled back into their sockets as her body lost even what little control she'd managed to wrest from it. She broke down into a full-body spasm and she let loose a keening cry that broke again and again.

And he noticed the gush between her legs.

Raven Branwen had pissed herself as she came.

That was enough for Jaune. With a wave of a hand, the lightning relented, though Raven continued to shudder in the throes of her orgasm. He'd pushed Yang and Summer aside and was on his feet a moment later.

By the time he'd gotten close enough, Raven had gone limp. Her head was bowed and her hair coming down in messy waves over her face. Still, the ties held and she remained available and presented to him. Back arched to enhance the bulge of her tits, legs spread to give him easy access to that wide and winking pussy, still leaking her juices to the puddle growing on the floor.

Jaune could feel the heat of her coming off in waves, feel the supple bounce to the softer parts of her flesh as his hand reached out, appreciate the firmness underneath that promised strength and retaliation for what he was going to do to her.

He couldn't wait to see how he might break her.

And as he took his painfully turgid cock and pressed himself into Raven's still convulsing depths, Jaune grinned at the idea of finding out.

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Yang had almost died yesterday.

Oddly enough, it hadn't been the first time. The first time she'd almost died had been when she'd run away from home with Ruby in tow. It had been when Summer had first gotten hurt. Yang's dad had lost it and she'd gotten it into her head that the only way she'd be getting her parents back was if she found her birth-mom and took her to see them. Like Raven Branwen was some sort of witch in a fairy tale.

Instead, it had gotten them attacked by Grimm. And if uncle Qrow hadn't shown up to save her and her sister, they'd have both been goners.

She remembered what she felt right after that. Terrified, regretful, fearful for Ruby.

Yang almost died yesterday, too. Jaune had beat her, thrashed her. He'd shattered her aura and had kept on going. He'd started strangling her. And she'd been helpless to stop it. She'd fought, she'd tried to pull at the hair he'd been using to choke her. She'd lost.

Jaune had fucked her as he was killing her. While she choked, all sensation she felt was of his cock, how big it was inside her, how it filled out every inch of her, each stroke rearranging her insides as his fuckstick drove all the way to the back of her womb.

She came and came and came even as she was pulled ever closer to death. It was something Yang never considered.

"Hngggggg… Ah…"

Clenched teeth bit down on her sheets, heaving breaths let out air so hot Yang could almost see puffs of it in the air of her chill room. Despite it, her mouth felt parched and her head dizzy.

Ass raised up, legs spread, and her face half-pressed into her bed, she worked herself closer to orgasm first thing in the morning. She was sweaty, skin sticking to her sheets and her soaked hair plastered to her cheeks and back. Lavender blurred with tears and shakes went up and down her whole body.

While her hands… Instead of being finger-deep in her pussy, they were just above it. Palms against her skin and her digits pressing down - down hard enough it seemed to sink into her skin - on her womb.

Her hips thrust down against her hands. The jolt of movement sent a wave of pressure knocking straight into her core.

"Ooooooooh!"

Purple eyes rolled up into her head as the world turned white for a split second. Juices gushed out of her fuckhole and Yang was given a reminder of the high she experienced as she came close to death the way she had yesterday. Even now - after the master healed her - she could feel the echoes of what had almost happened.

Her body remembered the high of it, the light-headedness, the helplessness.

Yang's womb clenched at the very memory of it. She pressed down harder, practically rested her entire weight on her fingers.

It hurt.

A wave of arousal flowed down her thighs, coming down as a waterfall of girlcum while she let loose a wail through her clenched teeth. She was so close. On the precipice. Yang was practically kneading her womb now, she could feel how she crushed it under her own weight.

But she just wouldn't cum. She hung off the edge, teetered. The fall would not come. Every time she felt like she'd go over, the grip seemed to pull her back, pull her away.

With a whimper she tried harder, hips thrusting more violently one hand stimulating her engorged clit before going back to pressing on her womb from the outside. Her womb was just more sensitive now. Even when she was touching it from outside, even when it was as gentle as a light brush. Yang felt it.

She didn't know how she was ever supposed to wear garters or belts over that region again. She suspected that's exactly what Jaune wanted from her. To be stuck wearing skirts for the rest of her life, lest the pressure of that alone leave her too aroused to think.

Yang would always be available. Her holes easy to access, easy to fill.

The image of Jaune's cock filling her asshole came to her, pressing his colossal length against her womb from behind while his fingers crushed her from the front.

A sob broke from her throat as she felt her rosebud wink at the thought. One hand reached into her backdoor to try and do exactly that.

It hurt. Yang gasped as the stinging pain radiated up from her behind as her fingers spread her asshole open. Another wave of shakes rocking her body as her legs went weak just a little bit and they spread just a little bit more.

She reached and reached and reached. Until she almost had her whole hand in there. A ball of fire being shoved into her ass.

But still she couldn't reach it.

Yang wailed.

She needed cock. Her master's cock.

He could reach it. He could wreck her womb from both sides at the same time. He could wreck her womb from inside by shoving his cock up inside it. Stretch it, crush it, reshape it the way he'd reshaped her body and her life.

The girl imagined her master's cock tenting her belly again, his too-big cock pressing into her womb so hard it stuck out of her. Her hands wrapped around the bulge and cupping his cock from the outside. Jacking him off with her pussy, cervix, and womb being used as an all-in-one onahole.

"Yessssssssss." She hissed, feeling herself drawing closer to the peak again as Jaune used her like a toy.

Frantic thrusts shook the bed, her body shaking as she crushed her stomach against one hand. The vague sound of a pop echoed in her ears as the hand in her asshole pulled out and wrapped around her hair.

Then she wrapped her hair around her neck.

He choked her that way yesterday. Yang's own prized hair, the same prized hair he loved soaking in cum, blocking off blood and air. Tighter, tighter, tighter.

She'd have moaned if she could. The light-headedness she sought turned from memory to reality as the world darkened at the edges. Sensations amplified, the pain-pleasure of her womb lighting up her mind like a star in her core.

Her body spasmed, her legs gave way, her vision turned white.

Yang came.

Yang came to thoughts of her womb being turned into a cocksleeve and her life being spent for her master's pleasure.

It was bliss.

~TtT~

The orgasm washed over Raven like a tidal wave.

She fought it with every ounce of willpower she had. She fought to maintain control, to not let her shaking legs give way as she squirted around the cock lodged deep inside her.

On her tiptoes, she tried to keep herself balanced. Uncomfortable, shaky.

Blue eyes met hers, glinting, grinning. Even with the hitch in his breath, he seemed more put together than he had any right to be. The boy licked his lips and pressed his pelvis forward.

"Hrkg!"

The world throbbed around her, lungs gasped for air as the feeling of his girth tried to pierce deeper. He pushed up as her ankles gave way in a moment of weakness. Raven fell.

Pain joined the pleasure, the back of her head throbbed from the violence of the strap around her neck slamming her into the wall behind her. Whatever scream or grunt of pain had been building in her throat was arrested by the clenching thing about it.

Still, electricity danced on her skin, tingles of pleasure running up her spine as she tried to resist her shattering quim. The shaking and shuddering lapping at the strength of her knees, of her back. Each a part in stopping her strangulation. Otherwise, only the boy's cock would keep her from choking.

Raven didn't know how long she'd been like this now.

Everything after the lightning had been a blur to her. A hazy fog of pleasure and pain all rolled into one before she'd woken up in the boy's bedroom with her arms bound behind her back and a criss-cross of straps and harnesses that wrapped around her body and ending around her neck.

She'd been left strapped to a hook on the wall by her neck and sitting on a high chair while the boy watched her from his bed. Summer was in between his legs sucking him off like she'd been yesterday, though Yang had been nowhere to be found.

Of course, her first instinct had been to call on her semblance. When no portal appeared, no telltale rush of wind and heat that told her a tear in reality had opened, she'd tried to call on her maiden powers.

Like yesterday in that other room, Raven felt nothing. It was as if she'd been robbed of all her powers. Empty.

Not even her bird answered.

Raven had wiggled in her ties afterwards, tried to see if there had been anything to give or any room to move. She'd been punished with an almost immediate tightening around her throat as she was made to realize that she'd been bound to the wall and any attempt to pull herself away from her spot would choke her.

And so robbed of any other options, she'd decided to ask for answers:

"What'd you do to me?" She hissed, focusing on the anger, at the indignity of her situation. The cool morning air chilled her naked skin, except where the little pinches and pulls that told her where her bindings squeezed. Under and between her breasts, her hips, her thighs.

She'd been kept trussed-up, if not more so than yesterday.

But Jaune Arc didn't deign to answer her, instead just looking at her as he and Summer whispered to each other in voices too low for her to hear from across the room. All Raven could really hear were the giggles and sighs, the kisses and slurps and gags. Summer Rose serviced the boy's cock slavishly, worshiped it, worshiped him.

It was a sight Raven hadn't ever imagined from the woman that had once been her friend. The Summer Rose she remembered had been a bright thing, someone that could light up the room whenever she entered it, but hid a fiery temper that put Raven's own to shame. It was with good reason that Raven answered to Summer and not the other way around when they'd been teammates, after all.

Summer had been the strongest of them. Silver Eyes or no, Ozpin or no. Summer had been iron.

This… this mewling thing was nothing like the woman she'd grown up with.

Raven didn't think she'd even been like this with Taiyang. Not before she'd made her move on Raven's ex-husband, and certainly not after. Raven couldn't imagine it.

The Summer Rose before her knelt and crawled about the bed as she moved, belly big and tits even bigger. Her back was arched and her nipples dragged against the sheets. Raven could see the faintest glinting of light reflecting off the tips before they were soaked up by the cloth covering the bed. Summer was lactating.

Juices flowed freely from between her legs, sometimes straight down in a stream that caught the light of the sunrise coming through the windows. It marked a wet patch on the bed, such was her arousal.

She shook and shuddered as she suckled at the boy's cock. Moans muffled by cockmeat made it all the way to where Raven had sat as Summer went about her work. At least before Arc decided to take a more active role in his morning blowjob by grabbing at Summer's head and forcing her to take him down to the hilt.

He, too, shook. Cumming down the older woman's throat as he kept her pinned to his pelvis. And through all this, Summer seemed to cum, too, a spray of arousal marking a cone on the sheets while her legs gave way.

Raven's breath caught at the sight of it all. Whether it was from Summer's climax or the way the boy was handling her, she didn't know. This place was doing things to her, she was sure of it. If not in warping her, then at least keeping her leashed here and unable to escape.

But she was wet. Squirming, she could feel the moisture building in between her legs, the heat. Her thighs had clenched and her mouth clenched shut as a wave of impotent rage filled her.

When the boy finished, he'd pulled Summer off his length and drank his fill from the other woman's tits before making his way to Raven.

Her blood-red eyes were drawn to his organ, and she couldn't turn away from it even as she tried to. It didn't make sense to her how a boy his age could have one so… large. On his still-growing body it looked even larger. It shone from being slick with spit and throat-slime, throbbing, erect.

Raven gulped, gathered her wits about her. "You never answered my question, kid."

Somehow, she'd kept her voice steady, but the grin he sent her way made her wonder if he'd caught her staring.

"I fucked you is what I did." The brat sounded all too pleased with himself. He was close enough that she could feel some of his heat cutting through the morning air. The light brush of his breath tingled at the tips of her turgid nipples. Raven shuddered.

She grit her teeth again, swallowed. "You know what I mean."

Arc laughed before brushing his hand up her thighs. "And you're a smart woman, Raven Branwen. You can probably figure out what I did."

Magic. The only thing that could have done any of this.

"I don't have anything to do with Ozpin's war, brat. Or Salem."

The answer she got took the form of a raised eyebrow. "What made you think this had anything to do with either of them? Salem doesn't have anything to do with my business. And Ozpin doesn't even know you're here."

"Don't take me for a fool, kid." Raven snapped, growling. "Only those two have anything to do with magic on Remnant. The maidens, the relics, it's all tied to them. If you're using magic - and that's the only way you've been able to keep me here - you're tied to one of them."

Heat crept up her thighs as he slid his hands up, going all the way to where they met her hips. Arc's fingers looped around the part of the harness there.

"My family isn't involved in that little war of theirs, Raven." The boy leaned in close, eyes gleaming as the rest of his face darkened. "This… all of this…"

Arc pulled at the straps, gently at first but enough that she could feel the loop around her neck tighten. Raven grunted.

"All of this isn't anything to do with some larger plan."

"But… you… you have Summer." Raven argued in between gasps, air getting harder to come by as Jaune now threatened to pull her off the edge of her high chair. He'd parked his cock in between her legs, his lengthy shaft laying on her skin and threatening how far into her it could go.

It went up to her navel.

"Summer's hot." He answered without missing a beat, mouth open in a grin that reminded Raven of a predator baring its fangs. "That's all the reason I ever needed."

He kicked the chair out from under her.

~TtT~

Jaune had to fight for every inch of Raven's pussy as he entered her.

Summer hadn't been kidding when she'd told him that her once-teammate was a fighter. Morseo than even their daughter.

Raven Branwen struggled in every way she could when he'd caught her. She'd drawn on her maiden powers, drawn on her semblance, drawn on that transformative gift she'd gotten from the old man. If Jaune hadn't been ready for everything Raven was capable of doing, keeping her in the chateau would have been very difficult indeed.

Good thing Summer had been perfectly happy to tell him every little thing he needed to be ready for so he'd be able to keep Raven with him indefinitely.

Now, she was little more than another girl to shove his cock into. Aura was always a plus because it meant he could get extra rough with her.

And damn she was tight. Even when he'd practically dropped her unto his cock, it took a few seconds for him to really get to the back of her pussy.

"Hmmmmm…" He hissed, "All that muscle's being put to good use."

It was slow, it was slick, it was exquisite.

Both he and Raven groaned as he entered her. The woman in pain and panic, and Jaune in pleasure.

She pressed down around him, every square inch of his penis inside her stimulated by wet and clenching flesh.

He wanted to thrust, wanted to pull her all the way down and just jam his cock up to the hilt and just go to town.

This was an exercise in delayed gratification for him. Because right now he was being treated to a show.

Raven's legs shook, her ankles struggled to keep her on her tiptoes so she wouldn't fall. She'd been strung up so that she was just barely above the ground. Enough room for her to stretch so she'd be standing, but if she decided to stand flat, she'd hang.

And Raven Branwen was too much of a coward to be okay with dying this way.

Which left her with one other option. To rest her weight on his cock. All of it.

Jaune had seen the look on her face the first time she'd realized it, when the head of his cock first kissed the entrance to her cervix before it started to press. Her legs straightened, turned ramrod-straight and he'd caught a desperate wideness in her eye that spoke of fear.

He'd felt himself throb inside her, one her honeypot seemed to protest against with the way it squeezed down on him harder.

But he needed ways to keep himself preoccupied.

"She's got lovely tits, doesn't she, aster Jaune?" Summer's chin rested on his shoulder as she leaned into him. Her leaking nipples pressed against his bare back while a hand rested on his hip and another reached down to fondle his balls. Her featherlight touch pulled a pleased groan from him. "Raven always had a bigger set than me. Yang gets her rack from her."

Maybe before, he idly observed as his hands moved to lift Raven's breast from below, feeling the heft of them. Summer's had grown since she'd entered his service, Jaune wanting his maid to be nice and busty especially now that he was using her as a milking cow.

Credit where credit was due, however. Raven had some very lovely teardrop titties with large areola and turgid nipples that stood out even without any changes being made. His thumb brushed against one of them as he imagined how they'd jiggle after he hung bells off of them.

Raven shook at the touch, half-flinched away from him before the bindings pulled at her neck. Whatever noise she'd opened her mouth to make getting choked out of her throat.

She couldn't hide it, though. Even when her face managed to put on a face of anger, Jaune could feel her legs shaking underneath her, feel the way her pussy clenched around him, feel how her cervix entrance teased at the secrets that lay beyond.

"Yours are bigger, but I think we can fix that." He told her, his fingers tugging into Raven's titflesh and enjoying her subdued lurch of pain.

"They'll definitely get bigger once she's making milk." Summer stage-whispered, making sure her voice was loud enough for Raven to hear. "Just need to stuff a baby into that womb of hers." The hand on his hip moved to touch the area of Raven's womb, just above the bulge that showed how deep his cock was. "She looked beautiful while she was having Yang."

Raven tried to pull away, shuddering. Blood-red eyes clenching shut as fear Jaune was sure she'd refuse to admit to lapped at her soul. Both it and the continued weakening of her ankles and knees sent pleasant sensations up and down the length he had inside her. Vibrating around his cock in just the sweetest way.

"Oh you like the idea of that, do you?" He teased her with another light push of his pelvis, her insides giving to the force of him just the slightest bit. Raven pressed down on him, resisted his continued intrusion. All it did was make things better for him.

"Hngggggghk." Her back arched, and the maon was cut-off as the strap around her neck tightened once again.

Summer giggled in his ear, her breath soft and featherlight. The hand cupping his balls trapped around the part of his shaft that hadn't yet entered Raven's pussy. She started stroking him, her movements practiced as she jerked his juice-slick length while Raven's leaking pussy provided the lubricant.

"She's close, master… Hmmmm… Yang's close, too. I can feel it."

The body behind him pressed herself harder against his back as Summer, too, shuddered in pleasure. Her hips pushed against his back, her breath came out shaky. Raven was much the same.

When it happened, it happened to all three women. Yang broke herself in her room, the mind-shattering orgasm she experienced echoing to both her mothers. Summer's movements lost any semblance of control as she went from holding on to him to grabbing at him for dear life. Raven's knees shook, ankles beginning to give way.

Finally, finally Raven surrendered the exact same time her pussy gushed around his cock. Girlcum coating his cock, groin, and Summer's hands as her legs surrendered.

But even that was slow, her too-tight flesh tunnel somehow still pushing against his cock's entry while she hung by the neck and began to asphyxiate.

"Hmph! Hmppppph!"

The look on her face was panic-stricken, eyes wide and mouth open. Her insides crushed his cock while the door to her cervix started to get pushed deeper and deeper. The flailing of her uncontrollable legs only served to accelerate the process.

Jaune hissed as more of his length entered her, pleased sounds coming from his mouth as he leaned back into Summer and watched as the bulge of his cock inside Raven's belly crept higher and higher.

All at once, the woman's insides gave way, the doorway to her cervix thrown open by the unrelenting force of his cock and Raven's weight pressing down into it. Her body now dropping, dropping, dropping.

The sound of a pained wail rumbled deep in Raven's throat, the strap around her neck now holding unto her so tightly he could see it squeezing around the skin of her neck.

Looking down, Jaune was rewarded with a lovely sight: His cock tenting her belly as the head of his cock pushed against the back of her womb, every inch of his cock finally lodged deep inside the older woman.

And just like her pussy, it squeezed and squeezed and squeezed at him, the tightest hole he'd ever fucked.

Now, at least, Jaune started fucking her. Enjoying the pressure and the sensation of almost dragging out her insides while Raven was strangled.

Chapter Text

Ruby had to admit, the view from Signal's third-floor dormitory was pretty good. She got to see all of the outdoor training yards, the beginnings of the woodlands, and then the sea beyond it. Beyond that, she could spot the faintest outline of the mainland. And she could see the sparkling lights of the city of Vale on clear nights. It reminded her of stars.

But summer left the school almost completely empty right now. Even the students who came from far away usually went home for the break. Sure, one or two stayed year-around, but those were rare and her uncle Qrow told her that it was usually the kids that had nowhere else to go.

Even then, those kids seemed to spend more time in Patch proper during the day, and her dad had expressly told Ruby not to do that.

Signal felt so big without everyone else here. Only the caretakers were left to keep Ruby company. But they were busy making sure the school grounds stayed clean and everything in the dorms were up and running. It was the main reason why she was staying here in the first place.

Her dad was out on a mission - one of several he'd started doing since they came back from their trip to Vale. And with everyone gone, little Ruby Rose needed a minder.

Sadly, that meant she was left to her own devices in a largely-empty school. And while it was great to see what Signal would be like once she'd joined it, Ruby didn't think this was too-accurate an experience.

Thankfully, someone on Remnant was willing to pay attention to her.

"I'm so bored!"

Yang laughed, her blonde head shaking at Ruby's antics. Lavender eyes seemed to look beyond her for a moment before her sister realized something.

"Wait. What the hell are you doing at Signal? School's closed!"

Her sister's expression turned from confused to surprised to upset as Ruby explained what was happening with their father. Yang looked more upset than usual, honestly. She didn't think she'd ever seen the older girl so flushed.

"He just left you there? What about uncle Qrow?"

Ruby felt an awkward chuckle bubble up from her throat, "About that…"

She'd have preferred staying with uncle Qrow, honestly. It was the usual default whenever she and her sister needed to stay somewhere that wasn't the house - though it was more likely that they'd stay at the house and uncle Qrow would stay with them - but apparently her uncle was out on his own mission right now. He apparently had a lot of those over the Summer.

Ruby hadn't even noticed that until now, and it really helped Ruby realize that her uncle wasn't around a lot during this time of year.

"S-So… he had you stay a-at school?"

"I mean… I get to run around without bothering anyone? The caretakers are happy to show me around when they aren't too busy, and I've got the dorms all to myself?"

She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince her sister or herself at this point. She told Yang about how cool the foundries were, though she wished she could try them out and start making her own stuff, and how it let her get used to the school's layout for when she started later that year.

Instead of calming her sister down, however, all it seemed to do was make Yang more angry. Her sister's face was so red Ruby was starting to worry a bit. And this was without her sister's semblance being active! Yang's breathing had gotten heavy, too. It had gotten so bad that she could see it fogging up the cold morning air.

"Y-Yang?" Great, now she was stuttering, too. "You g-good?"

"No!" Her sister snapped back before letting out a gasp and a shudder that Ruby didn't think she'd seen from her sister before. Dad was in a lot of trouble when he got back, huh? Yang was quaking with rage.

Lavender eyes clenched shut as Yang tried to calm down. Her arms were off-screen, but Ruby could imagine them on her sister's thigh, squeezing or clenched into fists.

"S-sorry," The blonde followed, gritting her teeth before she looked back to Ruby with a trembling smile. "Stuff got… hmmm… the better of me for a bit there, sis." Yang took several deep breaths, though Ruby could see Yang's eyes glaze over for a moment before the older girl spoke again, "I'll be sure to tell mom. I don't think she's gonna be too happy to know that dad's been leaving you like that, especially since uncle Qrow is also too busy to help."

Her sister paused again, her eyes seemed to roll back into her head and she let out a sound that Ruby didn't think she'd heard before.

"Ahhhh… Ahhhhhhhhh… S-sorry, Ruby. I… I t-think I'm still a little tired."

"I didn't know stuff there had been so busy!" Something heavy settled on the pit of Ruby's stomach. Now that she looked at it, her sister did look worse for wear. "Training go hard? You look more banged-up than usual."

Exhausted, too, from the bags under her sister's eyes, even though the breathing was starting to sound more tired and… something else instead of angry.

"S-sorta…" Yang shrugged, eyes losing focus again. "J-Jaune… Hmmmmmmm… Went a little hard in the ring yesterday… Hnnnnnnnnnn."

Her sister seemed to stiffen, body looking up as she clenched her eyes shut and bit down on her lower lip. It struck Ruby to see her sister like this.

"I think you need to get some rest, Yang." Ruby started, shaking her sister out of whatever funk she'd been caught up in. "Thanks for answering my call. Mom hasn't been picking up."

"Mom… busy…" her sister answered between gasps. "I'll… Ahhhhhhh… Tell her you called, and about… stuff with dad, okay?" The line went dead almost immediately after.

Ruby wondered if she could ask to be left at the chateau instead as she contemplated her scroll, looking at the smiling image of her and her sister that was the contact photo for her. She'd be able to stay with her mom and her sister, and maybe Jaune had a good foundry she could work in?

Though if Jaune had a good foundry, he probably didn't need to commission his shield the way he did.

Still, it would have been more interesting than being stuck at Signal for the remainder of the summer. Jaune had been really cool, and it seemed like her mom and sister were having a great time working for him!

Maybe she could, too! Ruby wouldn't mind earning a little extra money so she could buy comics, tools, and parts. Though she wasn't a huntress-in-training yet - at least officially. She didn't know if she'd be able to help.

Oh! Oh! She could maintain his weapons! Or help him with doing that! Ruby remembered Jaune telling her that he used a sword. A regular one.

She could make him something so he'd have more ranged options!

Inspired, Ruby Rose went to the desk she'd been provided and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen, determined to start coming up with new designs.

~TtT~

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~!"

Yang's vision turned a blinding white as her body was filled with fire from her core. A full-body seizure gripping her as a blunt force hit her from the side. Distantly, she figured she'd shuddered off the chair.

But the idle thought was quickly washed away. Everything else crashed against the sensation of her orgasm.

Jaune was inside her. Large and rough inside her. His length mercilessly pulled out then all the way back in again and again. He was so rough her hips and womb were thrusting forward with the force of his entry. Yang tripped at her abdomen, where the fire and pain and pleasure was strongest.

She could feel it fluttering beneath the skin, clenching, spasming. Wetness covered her thighs and overflowed so badly a wet pool was forming on the floor.

But master Jaune wasn't exactly known for going easy on them, and she could feel that now. Even though Yang's body was locked up beyond the twitching from her shattered self, Jaune's thrusting continued, heedless. Or perhaps enjoying how tender her insides were, her suffering.

Yang keened, eyes wide open yet seeing nothing at all. She was face-up on the floor now, legs bowed and spread-wide, with her back arched over the floor as she felt her winding orgasm start to twist towards another one. Her pierced clit feeling radiant-hot like a star as a deluge of girlcum sprayed from her nether lips.

"No no no no no~" The world had come back, now blurred by tears she tried to blink away. "Too much… Hngggggggah… Too much."

Jaune wasn't stopping. Her empty pussy feeling the phantom cock of her master as he thrust into her mother - Yang couldn't tell which one - without relent. Pleasure and pain radiated from it, her flesh-tunnel clenching on empty air yet somehow feeling every vein and ridge of his too-big cock.

Already, Yang's body had instinctively tried to pull away. Bending herself backwards and backwards until her pussy over her head and most of her weight rested on her upper back. Vaguely, Yang felt the sensation of her juices now flowing up her body instead of down.

Up and up and up until she had girlcum in between her tits, parting at her neck, and wetting her hair.

"Please… Haaaaaah… Pleaaaaaaaaaase… Mercy!"

Yang could only whimper as the fucking continued. Jaune wouldn't hear her. Not that she expected it would have mattered if he did, anyway.

~TtT~

Raven's cries were stifled, strangled. A stark mirror to Summer who groaned and moaned on the floor by his feet as she fingered herself with both hands.

Still, damn if Raven's pussy-grip wasn't velvety and tight as hell.

Jaune had stopped playing their little game once the urge to pick up the pace had gripped him. He'd moved his hands to her hips and pulled her closer to him so he could get a better angle as his thrusting increased in pace.

It was good. So very good. He'd look down to see the pink of her pussy peeling off his cock each time he pulled back as his cockhead was suckled at by her stuffed womb, the baby room unwilling to let him go even if he was sure that the woman was desperate to be free of this place.

That was the good part for Jaune, though. Raven didn't have a say in what was done to her body, none of his girls did anymore.

She was his, and Jaune got to decide.

And this was how he wanted her. Mute, powerless, weak. This woman that he'd heard from Summer valued strength more than anything else was reduced to little more than a sex toy that he choked to make her tighter. He was quite pleased with the results.

He adored the tight grip she had as girlcum was dragged out of her with every backstroke and her insides fought against his every entry. A tunnel - a toy - made especially for his pleasure.

Even better, she just got tighter the longer she'd been deprived of air.

With only the strap around her neck and Jaune supporting her, Raven's throat continued to be constricted. Blood flow to the brain slowed, a lack of air muddied her mind as pleasurable pain became the only consistent thing in her world.

Of course, it got worse when Jaune let his enjoyment get the better of him and he tugged her towards him just a little too hard. It's what got Raven's already crumbling resolve to break, panicked screams breaking through the crush around her throat as all air was stopped from entering her lungs.

Jaune liked to keep her like that, feel the way her legs would thrash behind him, how they'd kick about and try to loosen the grip of the strap about her neck. She got even tighter when she was like this somehow, and the way she twisted in his grip almost made her insides gyrate.

But he held fast, and kept her like that until he started feeling her body grow limp before letting her breathe again. All the while never stopping his rutting of her.

Then he'd come closer to the wall again to let her breathe. Her shallow breaths and tear-stained cheeks egging him on as the grip of her pussy and the slickness made by her endless juices saw to his pleasure.

Not too long, though. Just a few seconds' respite before he was strangling her once more.

Again, and again, and again. He choked the former huntress then let her breathe for a few short moments as he fucked her womb and pussy inside-out. Each time he did it, there'd be less fight left in her. Her squirming grew less violent, and her legs grew more limp. Even her strangled gasps grew weaker.

It was in sharp contrast to her honeypot. As her airways were squeezed shut and her brain was deprived of oxygen, her pussy only squeezed tighter and leaked more juices. Raven's fleshy folds stimulated his throbbing shaft, and Jaune could already feel his balls churning in anticipation.

Focusing on the feeling, on the building pressure between his legs, he hoisted her just a little bit higher. He pressed himself flush against her, his full length all the way inside and stretching her past what her body could normally handle.

Jaune panted as he looked down, taking in the sight of his cockhead bulging Raven's belly. The imprint of his length was perfectly clear as his shallow thrusting turned more and more intense. Even still, he could see her juices flowing over his crotch and warming his balls like she was a leaking faucet.

Tits jiggled violently, tangled hair covered part of her face while the one eye he could see had rolled back into its socket. Her mouth was agape with her tongue lolling out. Pale skin glistened with sweat, almost making her look like she'd been oiled-up for him.

Raven's chest wasn't moving.

It was all so damn hot.

"She's… HMMMMMMM!… cumming!" Came Summer's parched cry from behind him.

Then it hit him. The acrid smell cut through the muskiness of sex that filled the room, and he looked down to see gold rushing down his length.

Raven Branwen has pissed herself as she came.

Jaune laughed. One hand reaching up to grab hold of a fat tit while the one on her hip pulled her back. He could hear the way the strap around her neck almost stretched as it was pulled taut against the hook, and he could see the way Raven's face turned the slightest tinge of blue.

The great bandit, the terror of Mistral, the Spring Maiden. Raven was none of that right now. She was a woman who couldn't even control her own body. Little more than an animal.

"Maybe even… Ah… less…" He mused to himself as he took in how the only noise that came from her was the squelching of her pussy and the drip-dropping of her girlcum and piss as she continued to leak all over his floor. Summer's orgasmic moaning was for the both of them.

"You're… Hmmmmm… Just a hole, aren't you, Raven?" His thrusts had turned shorter again, devolving once more into the rutting of Raven's insides as his own orgasm drew closer. The heat of her flesh-onahole, the clenching spasms of her insides, and the unwavering squeeze of her womb around his cockhead drove him to that edge.

His climax was accompanied by another one from Raven, one where she'd somehow managed to piss herself again as he pumped load after load of sperm into her womb. Summer held unto his leg with both arms as she shared in the other woman's orgasm, Jaune looking down to see the pleasant sight of his toy gushing all over the floor without anything visibly stimulating her core.

Jaune relished in his completion, drew himself closer to his newest slave so she'd not die on him as her insides rhythmically milked his phallus in their shared orgasm. Her hot body was completely limp now, eyes lidded.

But she was servicing him fiercely, and with his weight pressing her against the wall it was an even tighter squeeze on his cock.

They'd moved to the bed after that. Raven kept bound though she wasn't constantly being strangled anymore. It took a while, but her breathing did return eventually.

Not that it mattered to Jaune who had Summer clean him of girlcum and piss with her mouth before he went right back to fucking Raven into the bed.

"Are… Hnggggg… Are you pleased, Master?"

His favorite was beside her old friend, one hand hooked around Raven's closer leg to keep it folded open while Jaune lay on top of her and thrust his cock into the bandit's stuffed and frothing pussy. Black-red hair seemed to fuse as his girls were cheek-to-cheek, though Summer's flushed grin told him she was having a significantly more enjoyable time than Raven's fucked-silly face was.

Jaune sent his favorite a feral grin, teeth bared as he plugged in and out of Raven's reproductive tract. After minutes of nonstop pistoning, her womb and cervix barely fought back now. Their grips were right, but he was entering and exiting them at will, with only token resistance pushing back against him.

It made for a smooth glide, one that Jaune took advantage of by making each stroke so violent that Summer was nudged by it.

"It's like fucking Yang." He finally answered, eyes now drawn to the hypnotic bouncing of her tits. Bending down he took one of Raven's nipples in his teeth and bit. Jaune was rewarded with a pained groan - the first sound Raven made with her mouth in a while. "A… Yesssss… vision of… Hmmm… things to come."

Raven really was. He'd gotten the sense of it since he'd captured her, but having her like this, with his cock shoved up to her womb, let Jaune see just how much of Yang had come from this woman. The curves, the fire, the satisfaction he got from breaking them.

But there were little things, too. Other things. Things that were so tantalizingly Raven that Jaune was already growing to like.

Her body was firmer than Summer's, more developed than Yang's, too, but there were parts that remained soft still. Her sides, the bottoms of her thighs, her tits. Remnants of her pregnancy with Yang once upon a time, perhaps, or maybe it was just parts of Raven that had stayed plush. It made them very nice to grab and squeeze and run his hands over as he fucked her.

Idly, as he felt her insides start to flutter and twist, Jaune wondered if Yang would be the same once he got around to putting a baby in her.

Or if Raven would get any softer once he put another baby in her.

Thankfully that he'd have a much sooner answer to.

"Yang's the… Ahhhhhh…" Summer's back arched and her eyes clenched shut as her own orgasm gripped her - no doubt urged on by Raven's own building one. She held onto her once-teammate's body like someone lost at sea as juices flowed from her twitching pussy lips, pooling on the bed. It left Raven's left leg pinned in between them, Summer's tits squished against the pale skin, a lovely contrast that tickled something in the base of Jaune's belly. A hunger that only grew as he took in the sight of soft tits jiggling against half-firm and bouncing thighs. "…Spitting image of her… Hmmmmmm… Isn't she?"

She was. She really was. And Jaune was much happier having all three of them under his thrall now. Mothers and daughter, holes for his cock, wombs for his seed.

There was a high-pitched whine, Summer's eyes clenched before she bit down on Raven's shoulder. Both pussies gushed once more, and the fluttering of Raven's insides around Jaune's cock turned to an almost-painful wringing.

But Jaune wasn't anywhere near close yet.

"Master!" Summer screeched, body practically vibrating as stimulation continued to come in through the link. Thick and viscous arousal kept flowing out of her flesh hole as a moan shuddered out of her mouth. "Still… cumming!" Another groan, "… HNGGGGGG!… Sensitive!"

And he could feel it. Their orgasm stretching as he continued to fuck them. The shake, the shudder, the squeeze going and going and going as each backstroke of his cock dragged misty girlcum from Raven's pussy while Summer's matched it.

"MASTER~!"

Jaune ignored her, continuing to thrust into Raven as he turned his attention to Raven's naturally-fat tits. Already handfuls before he'd even started changing them. She'd make for a good milker once he was done.

He thought of that, of Raven and Summer gravid while their enlarged tits leaked milk for him to drink. He could see them bound together, pierced nipples to each other's clits as he fucked them both in mind and in truth.

Jaune fucked them both as they came and came before he filled Raven's womb again. And again. And again.

It was going to be a long day. For them.

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She'd been collared.

It was a subtle little thing. Dark and metallic and no wider than the fingernail of her pinky finger with an even narrower line of glinting gold going all the way around the length.

Many would have thought it was a choker, especially the way it followed the contours of her neck like one would.

But Raven could feel it, feel the continued absence of her Semblance and her maiden powers. There was something in this necklace that drew it in, a void that swallowed it all.

Her aura was still there, but it was weaker. More brittle. Raven was sure it would shatter at the lightest of blows.

Even worse, there was something else the boy had left in the necklace: himself.

Raven wasn't sure if it was a shard of his soul, or a connection to it. She'd never been one for magic or understanding the rules behind them even when she'd still been a part of Ozpin's war.

But he was there. In the back of her mind, when she closed her eyes or was in a quiet room. He was there, a boy that could have been her son breathing down her neck and running his hands up and down her back like he owned her.

"It looks good on you."

Blood-red met silver as Raven's attention returned to the real world. She was in a new room - a bedroom. One that was to become her room from now on as if she was expected to spend any more time in it than it would take her to escape. A thought that left bile rising in the back of her throat.

Summer was looking at her through the mirror, a hand on her hip as she eyed Raven up and down with a smirk that just oozed smugness. Just the sight of it grated at Raven's nerves.

"Then why aren't you wearing one?"

The person that had betrayed her had her neck on full display and it was infuriatingly bare of anything. Besides that, she'd made it a point to wear a top that emphasized it, a low-cut shirt that showed off her enlarged bust and spotless skin. Summer even had her now-long hair tied in a high ponytail.

"I'm not the one with maiden powers and a semblance that makes it easy to get away." she answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The master wants to be able to take you out of the chateau sometime. This makes sure he can do that without you ever causing problems."

She wanted to hit Summer right now. Blast if the woman's pregnant.

Almost on instinct, she reached deep for both her aura and the power of the maiden. Raven knew better than to underestimate someone like Summer even if the other huntress had been retired for years at this point.

But not only did nothing answer, her sword-arm froze at her side. Her hand clenched and shook as though cramping. Perhaps she'd instinctively wanted to strike at Summer with it, to try and break free.

"So I'm a slave, then." Raven grit out.

"Yes." Summer answered back, grinning, silver eyes glinting with a malice she'd never seen in them before. "You're still you. I think master Jaune likes you being the way you are. Defiant little thing."

Her former friend's hand crept up her thigh, fingers dancing lightly against her bare skin.

It sent a shiver up Raven's spine. Worse still, she wasn't sure if it was one of disgust.

"We're all slaves here, Raven. You, Yang, me." Summer's voice dropped low, a growl, a whisper. She was sidled up behind Raven now, and she could feel the other woman's distended belly pressed against the small of her back. It was warm, almost as warm as the load of Jaune's cum that she could still feel in the pit of her belly.

"You don't have to dress like this, though."

Summer laughed, a hot brush of air against the back of her neck as she put her other hand on Raven's waist.

Raven's uniform had apparently been different from what Summer and Yang wore. And while she hadn't seen either of the other girls in them on account of all three of them spending the last full day largely naked, she could believe it.

"Aw! Is the girdle too tight, Raven?" The pregnant woman cooed. "I think it emphasizes your tits very well"

Her bust looked like they could pop out of the small cups holding them at any moment, the very edge of her areolae just barely peeking over the edge.

Every part of this new uniform of hers had been chosen to titillate. Fishnet stockings that were so tight Raven could feel how they threatened to cut off the flow of blood to her legs, a skirt that was so short she could see part of her ass hanging out from the bottom. She hadn't even been given sleeves, with only the collar and a pair of half-palm gloves for her hands.

"I've been dressed like a whore." she growled out, glaring at Summer through the mirror as the other woman leaned into the back of her shoulder. Raven could feel the smile that Summer hid against her skin.

"The master wanted easy access to you." Her once-friend answered with a shrug like she didn't have a hand in giving Jaune this idea in the first place. "And besides, this is humiliating for you. It must be."

"Doesn't telling me the reason for it make it less effective?"

Summer giggled, the sound just a little bit muffled as she pressed her lips against Raven's shoulder in a light kiss.

"Does it?"

Nails dug into Raven's thigh. Dragging lightly enough that it didn't scrape against her aura but hard enough to be uncomfortable.

At the same time, Summer's other hand went to the area right below her navel - the area above her womb.

"You're still stuffed, aren't you? Filled with his cum? To bursting? How does that feel, hmm?"

With a gasp and a light stumble, Raven was pressed flush against her once-friend. She could feel Summer's nipples poking at her back as the other woman caressed the outside of Raven's own distended womb.

"Oh you are!" Summer cooed, her voice now an airy whisper against her right ear. Raven's knees shook and she let loose a shuddering breath. "Will you squirt some of the master's fresh cum for me if I press on this, Raven? Will you share?"

"You're disgusting."

"And you're wet."

Raven wanted to flinch. Her body was already halfway through the motion when the control exerted by the collar froze her in place and made her relax. Instead, she remained pressed against her once-friend as Summer's fingers spread her lips wide open and immediately noticed how sodden she'd been since Jaune had finished with her hours ago.

"Look at you." Teeth pressed against her skin as Summer bit down on the place where her neck met her shoulders. "Your body still remembers how well-used you were earlier, hmm?"

One finger pressed in.

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnn…"

"He used you like you were a doll, Raven. Awake. Asleep. it didn't matter. Master just kept thrusting his cock into you. I watched him pump your baby bag full of batter whenever the urge took him."

Warmth built in her belly, her vision starting to swim. Even her breathing started to get more laboured. Still, her body refused to obey her, content to just stay in Summer's arms as she was reminded of the shame she'd been put through just earlier today.

"You'd wake up now and then, you know?" Summer's voice went low, breathy. Her tongue brushed against Raven's neck as the heat in her belly began to spread outward while bile rose in the back of her throat.

Summer continued, "It was so sexy seeing how delirious you were. Your eyes glazed over, and looking around all lost even as a cockhead was stretching your womb so much I would see your poor, abused tummy tent.

"And the sounds you made." The woman giggled, her finger finally pressing inside of Raven's depths like a molten blade into hot oil.

"Hngaaaaaaaah!"

The world spun, and she could feel juices running down the inside of her legs as her strength started to flag in an orgasm so immediate that Raven was sure it had been forced on her.

Her cries rose in pitch as Summer added another finger to the rough thrusting, pain mixing in with the forced pleasure as her long nails pressed against Raven's folds.

She tried to get away, to will her jittering legs to move. But Summer wanted her here, wanted Raven pressed against her and dribbling arousal down her legs.

"Ahhhhhhhng!... Ahhhhhrgh!"

"Yesssssssss… just like that." Summer half-groaned as she continued to torment her. "You sounded like an animal, Raven. One that was dying as she was being impaled by master's cock."

Raven whimpered as she felt the hand over her womb begin to press down. She shook her head and tried to squirm, though that didn't seem to do anything.

"Shhhhhhhh, darling. Don't fight it." came the whisper in her ear just before a tongue started licking it, sending her whole body trembling. It was so violent it would have sent her to the floor if the collar wasn't arresting her movement.

"And don't lie to yourself, either," Summer continued, "Every time you came while the master fucked you, Raven? Every time you squealed like a stuck pig while you gushed all over master's cock? I felt every one. Yang did, too."

The fingers in her pussy got rougher, pressed deeper. It hurt. It felt good.

Raven didn't want it to.

"You like being humiliated. You like it when it hurts. You love giving up control." Summer leaned down and bit at her jugular. "Do it," she hissed, "Surrender."

Her aura shattered, teeth sunk into flesh. The hand at her womb pressed down.

Gurlcum and semen rushed out of her, a misty, milky liquid that sprayed all over her legs, all over the floor. It came down in both a waterfall and a river, streaming down her leg end entering the shoes she'd been made to wear, splashing about between her spasming toes.

Raven screamed as the lightning ran outward from her pussy to her extremities.

Then the world went dark.

~TtT~

Summer had to admit that there was something immensely satisfying about watching Raven lose consciousness. And unlike the first few times she'd been a participant in Raven's torment, this was the first time that Summer hadn't been linked to her once-teammate and made to feel everything that Raven did.

For once, Summer was free to see what happened to her instead of experiencing it, herself. The master didn't always force them to share senses fully -- because that makes prioritizing his needs pretty difficult when both your girls are too busy vibrating themselves into next year, but it certainly seemed to appeal enough that Jaune liked doing it on occasion.

Was this the same rush of power the master got whenever she or Yang got knocked out when they were with him? Raven had been putty in her hands, unwilling as she was, resistant as she was. Raven didn't have a say in the matter. It was Summer that decided if Raven enjoyed it or not.

She felt a shiver run up her spine as she recalled the sight of scarlet eyes glazing over, hands shuddering in suppressed fury that were stayed by the power of the collar, and a body that thrashed about while standing but unable to fall to the floor.

Oh Summer could imagine how hot it was going to be to see Raven riding Jaune while she was being forced to cum with each stroke. Her tender, oversensitive pussy stuck in gushing spasms as her numb legs continued to ride up and down even as she lost consciousness.

"Hngggg!" her legs pressed together as her core warmed at the thought, already imagining how it would feel like to share in the experience, even as just a bystander. Perhaps she'd have Yang eat her out? Or maybe just let all three of them be insensate from squirting girlcum, fountains of sex to glorify master Jaune.

"Was… was this… Ahhhh… revenge?" Came the scratchy, exhausted voice from the mess that was Raven Branwen.

Summer had tossed her unto the bed when she'd finished with her former friend. All the flailing she'd done in the midst of cumming her brains out had left her new uniform disheveled. Her tits had popped out of the cups, her skirt flipped up on her belly, and one of her garter belts had snapped off. Summer could even see the stains of sperm and girlcum on her dark stockings.

One blood-red iris peaked from half-lidded eyes. There was little light in there, but she could tell it was distinctly Raven. Exhausted, aroused, but lucid enough to be trying to start a conversation.

"Revenge?"

"Y… Y-Yang." It felt like Raven had to force her own answer out, the one eye clenching shut as she said so.

Summer couldn't help it. The laughter bubbled up deep in her belly and crossed her lips before she could stifle it at all, the sound of it bouncing off the plush walls of Raven's new room. When the one tired eye reopened to look at her in bewilderment, Summer only felt the laughter take her even harder, even laying herself over the other woman.

"Oh… Hahahahaha!… That-that's a good one." Wiping a tear from her eye, she pushed herself up and took in the sight of Raven's largely-naked form. Her toned muscles marred with bites and bruises she got from both herself and master Jaune, how her nipples remained stiff and tall even now.

Was that the collar or was Raven still too wired from cumming just now?

Did it matter?

Raven did deserve an answer, though. And Summer was more than happy to provide one.

"It certainly made it easier, yeah." She said as one hand took a nipple and yanked it. Raven let out a pained hiss, but Summer ignored it and continued, "But it's something much simpler really. Do you want to know what it is?

"Master wanted a new toy. And since Yang is going back to school soon, I figured her… older model would make for a nice new toy."

Horror, clear as day dawned on Raven's eyes, both now open even as one remained lidded with exhaustion.

"Oh yes, Raven. This isn't about Yang, or Taiyang, or even the team as a whole! Master Jaune wanted holes to fuck, and I decided that you'd be nice and convenient to get!" She practically cheered as she planted kisses on sweaty and quivering skin, licking up the salty taste before continuing:

"And master Jaune is enjoying you! You and your fire, your desire for freedom. The fact that you're all busty and toned and tight even without master changing anything about you is all gravy."

Summer's hands roamed Raven's body, caressing her still-slick inner thighs and planting kisses on her tender tits that pulled suppressed flinches from Raven. She was really starting to see why Jaune enjoyed tormenting them so much. This was fun.

"It helped that we had an easy way of getting you to come here, and he had a way of dealing with that pesky semblance of yours. After that, your maiden powers were supposedly child's play to shut out." She laughed before nibbling at Raven's jugular. "He's going to be playing with you a lot in the coming months, you know. Yang's going to be away, and my pussy's partially out of commission with his baby growing inside me."

A long-nailed finger poked at Raven's belly, a prod to emphasize each word.

"It'll… be… all… you."

For a long moment Raven said nothing, just stared at her in horror while her body occasionally twitched as Summer casually molested her. Every now and then her eyes would lose focus as she lost herself to the feelings forced upon her. It was really starting to get addicting.

Eventually, though, Raven did have something to say:

"What about Ruby?"

Summer halted, body wrapped around her erstwhile teammate with whom she'd once shared a man they both loved. Her mind went to her youngest daughter - her trueborn daughter. Ruby the slim, lithe thing. Young and moldable.

There was only one true answer as far as she was concerned:

"If the master wants her, he'll have her."

What he wanted was all that mattered.

~TtT~

Velvet wetness.

Jaune kept his eyes closed as he let the sensation wash over him. The world narrowed down, falling away into darkness until only his cock was left. His cock and the throat that was gagging on it.

Yang's throat pulsed around him, squeezing down on all sides while flushing down his length with spit and throatslime as her body tried to push out the intruder. He could feel how her instincts made her try to draw breath even as her esophagus was completely stuffed with cockmeat. All it did was inhale the cock in further, stimulating him.

Which would then just make her choke on his meat again.

It was glorious.

Three or four times he felt the telltale clench of throat and gush of spit covering his crotch and balls before his girl finally pulled out, dragging his member through an airtight tunnel that clung to him like a pussy would before releasing him with an audible - and very wet - pop.

"Oooooooooh."

Cold air hit his cock and Jaune resisted the urge to open his eyes to take in the sight. He'd seen it enough times that he had a very good idea of what he'd see.

Yang would have her mouth hanging open. He could hear her gasping for air, see in his mind's eye the many, many strings of spit that connected his cock into the recesses of her throat. He could even feel the vibrations of her gasps running down them and into his length, a tantalizing tingle of the pleasures to come.

Warmth touched his crown as quivering lips met his tip. A kiss and the suckle so quick he'd have missed it teased at the spongy head before her tongue lapped up the coating of gunk she'd slathered all over his length.

Jaune gasped as he felt Yang's fingers wrap about his nutsack, gently cradling them in her palm before lifting them up and down. Featherlight softness brushed against his cock, taking on the slick wetness of her saliva as Yang twirled her hair around the length of his shaft before wrapping her hand around it.

Her strokes were slow, deliberate. Loose as she went downward and allowing the soft silkiness of her slime-soaked hair to tickle at his sensitive cock, then tighter and tighter as she made her way back to the head.

She was milking his cock with a hairjob while her other hand churned his balls as if begging for his load. Every now and then, she'd bend down and slobber all over his cockhead. Her lathering up the spongy head for a few moments and joining the symphony of pleasure as her hands continued their work.

And when it seemed like he was getting even a little dry? Yang would push herself back down on a full deepthroat - hair still wrapped about his shaft - and coat everything in a fresh layer of throat gunk. It changed the pace suddenly, the whole thing interesting.

Combined with the positively slow pace she'd set the rest of the time? This had to be one of the most luxurious handjobs Jaune had ever gotten, and he was perfectly fine to let it continue playing out like this.

He didn't know how long he just lay there, allowing Yang to do her work while he let his cock get almost painfully stiff from it all.

Keeping his eyes closed had amplified the feeling of it, of the individual strands of Yang's lovely hair rolling over each other as her hand went up and down, of the splashing of her spit all around his the inside of his thighs, his crotch, and the overflow that now coated his balls. Even the symphonic sounds she made as she choked on his length every time she'd re-apply her throatslime as lube.

"You've… Hmmmmm… gotten so good at this, Yang." He said with a pleased sigh as she pulled off his cock. He'd held her down for a bit, wanting to thrust into her esophagus as she choked on him. It left his girl coughing for a few seconds though it impressed him that she still continued to stroke him.

She'd even managed to get some of the spit on his cock.

When she finally caught her breath, she gave him a noncommittal humm that only made him grin before going back to her work.

Good girl.

"Ahhh… You must be really surprised to see Raven, huh?"

Must have been the first time she'd seen the woman in-person, after all. And, from what he'd heard from Summer, Raven had been a bit of a contentious person in that household all the way since Yang had been born.

Briefly - ever so briefly - he felt her hands freeze before immediately going back to work. Still, there was a stiffness in her movements that hadn't been there before.

No answer came, however, even as her ministrations continued.

"Yang?"

Curious, Jaune opened his eyes to be met with wide lavender eyes and a cherry-red face. It pulled a laugh from him that only made him even more amused when Yang flinched at the sound of it.

The other blonde refused to meet his gaze, eyes focused on the cock that she still continued to pleasure.

But it wasn't embarrassment he saw in her. Not some misplaced shame from taking part in a foursome with both of her mothers that he'd originally expected, or some complex mix of anger and longing from seeing a parent long-gone from her life.

It was fear or maybe horror. One Yang seemed unwilling to acknowledge even if she did just by the way she acted.

"What is it?" When she didn't immediately answer, he growled out: "Answer me."

"I almost died yesterday." Her voice was small, a whisper. The pitch had also gone so high he would have thought it had been a child that had answered him.

The hands around his cock had stopped entirely now, fingers letting go as she settled them in between her thighs.

"I almost died yesterday. And…" She squirmed, face turning practically incandescent. "I… I…"

"You liked it."

She froze, eyes finally snapping to his own before his fingers twined themselves in her hair and pushed her down towards his cock. Obediently - perhaps without even thinking about it - her mouth opened and he pushed her all the way to the base, her throat constricting around his too-big cock still wrapped in her hair.

Jaune let out a groan as she almost immediately started to gag as he bottomed out.

"You almost died yesterday, and you liked it." He laughed again, laying back down as he took control, both hands now on Yang's head as he kept her impaled on his cock and enjoying the rhythmless squeezing of her choking throat. "You came again and again, you know. Squirted all over the floor as you started dying around my cock."

He felt her sob around him, the hum of her wail vibrating into his fuckstick. Leaning back, Jaune sighed, pleased as Yang started to weep while his cock slowly suffocated her.

"Good girl, Yang. You're finally getting it." Idly, he caressed the top of her head, petting her like one might a treasured animal. "I think I'd like to do that again tonight. Just you and me. What do you think?"

Yang came.

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Jaune was certain that he was getting entirely too used to waking up with an envelope of wet and writhing flesh wrapped snugly about his cock.

At first he thought he was lodge1d-up in Yang's pussy. It was the first thing that came to mind when he felt how her insides undulated up and down his length. That masturbator-pussy of hers being able to please him even without having to move at all, after all. That had been one of the things he'd made sure she could do.

But it was a gagging and the unmistakable feeling of silky-soft hair being wrapped around his base and jerked up and down that told him he was still in her mouth.

She set a slow pace even as he felt her choke on his length, prolonging his pleasure as she inched her way down to his base and parked her lips against the hair-wrapped fingers before she dragged him out of her throat by pulling back. Every millimeter of her throat's walls clung to his dick like it had been vacuum sealed as he was coated with copious amounts of throatslime.

Yang only elevated his experience further as the hand and wrap of hair about his base caught the overflow and used it as lube to glide up and down the parts of his cock that were once again exposed to air while her other hand cradled his balls in its warm embrace. She squeezed it rhythmically and churned his cum within.

"Now… Ahhhhhhhh… this is a hell of a good morning… Hmmmmm… Yang."

He felt his back arch off the bed, hips thrusting in search of the warm tightness of Yang's throat even as she kept pace and pulled back as he went forward. Without thinking, Jaune groaned in frustration, but fell back down as he felt her hand comfort him.

The girl suckled at his head as silky hair and slick fingers danced between his base and the lips wrapped about his tip. He felt himself throb in her grasp as the digits of her free hand teased all along his scrotum.

"You're… Ah… Getting very good at this… Hmmmmmmmm…"

Unwittingly, his legs stiffened, and Jaune clenched his eyes shut as a hum of appreciation sent tingles down his cock and all the way up his spine. Once more his hips moved to thrust up, but her arms arrested the motion.

With more will than he'd ever thought he needed, Jaune fought the reflex to reach his hands out and grab at Yang by her hair, his fingers practically shaking with the urge to just take pace of this morning blowjob and drive her to his crotch and keep her there so he could use her throat like a sleeve.

Instead, he stilled his hands. Gripping at his stomach as he felt them clench each time his organ throbbed under Yang's tender ministrations.

His slave was showing off everything she'd learned, and doing so voluntarily, and he was going to enjoy this.

Jaune took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart down while letting Yang service this quiet morning.

It wasn't easy. His thighs and hips shuddered whenever Yang drew herself back while her vacuum-sealed lips and throat practically tried to suck the soul out of his body, while her hands worked to keep him stimulated even when he wasn't wrapped in tight throat-flesh.

He'd let out quiet gasps whenever she'd hit his base, where she'd keep herself still there and try to swallow his cock a few times. Yang didn't fight when his body instinctively thrust forward then, remaining clung to his cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive even as it blocked her airways.

Not that he couldn't tell she was enjoying it, too, with how her insides would shutter every now and then. Her stifled moans would vibrate from her cock-stuffed throat into his member from every direction, drawing another set of pleasured sighs from him.

So he just lay in the luxury of it, of slow and methodical deep-throating, as dutiful hands glided spit-slick and silky strands of the softest hair up and down his length while his balls were cradled in hot warmth that squeezed and squeezed and begged for cum. He could feel the beginnings of it, too, that tell-tale churning in his balls and that tightening of his crotch in a building orgasm. Though Yang seemed to be content to let it build slowly with the pace she kept, and Jaune was happy to let her do that while he enjoyed the view.

His girl had bags under her eyes, her hair - while still soft as hell - was starting to look a little dull and lank instead of the sunkissed gold she always took pride in. Every now and then, he'd see her eyes glaze over as she pleasured him, though he couldn't tell if that was her own mounting arousal or from how tired she was after what he'd put her through last night.

And Jaune did put her through her paces last night.

Yang had been turned into a ragdoll of a fuckhole. After suffocating her on cock so she'd be left insensate and half-conscious, he fucked every one of her holes again and again while keeping her on the edge.

He'd had to break her aura for the first few minutes, but he had ways of going through it relatively quickly so he could spend so much more time enjoying her.

There was a tenderness to her when she felt mortal. When he struck her with her aura broken, her insides would clench before shuddering around him. She'd squeeze down tightly whenever he'd choke her, writhing inside and out as her pussy milked his cock in some desperate attempt to cling to life.

And her insides just got so much more squishy when he'd knock her out after driving her near-death, and it always felt like he could thrust in and out of her womb so much more freely afterwards.

By the time he was done, he'd been exhausted and he'd filled each of her holes more times than he could count - definitely more than usual. As for Yang? She'd been face-down, ass-up and cumming her brains out with a womb full of Jaune's swimmers. If he'd been exhausted, she'd been dead tired.

It had been one of the hottest things he'd done recently, and the fact that Yang had gotten off on it just elevated the experience even further. And she'd gotten off many, many times.

With a shaky breath, Jaune felt his loins coil tighter at the memory. His legs going straight-stiff. Shuddering, he reached out his hands and brushed them through Yang's hair.

The golden strands were stiff, sticky. He'd covered them in spunk at some point - multiple points - in the night. He even shoved her in a puddle of the stuff in an attempt to drown her. She'd cum from that.

And Yang froze from the contact. It was short, so quick he might not have caught it if he wasn't expecting it. But he saw the way her lavender eyes turned razor-sharp and turned to him. He saw the way she squirmed. That fear, that arousal, the anticipation.

It left his mouth dry, even as Jaune felt the need to swallow. Her hands slowed her stroking even as the suction on his cockhead strengthened and her fondling of his balls turned into full-on cupping.

That was what took him off the edge. With a groan, Jaune let his back fully arch as he pushed Yang down, down, down. Until her lips were pressed against his base, her tongue was lashing back and forth against the hair wrapped around his length.

He could still see the fear in her eyes as they teared up, as he felt her throat choke on his length. Jaune could feel the tremble of her hot and silky flesh all around him, before it was superseded by a suppressed scream as a proverbial river of his cum shot down her throat.

All the while, Yang milked him. The shuddering screams of her own orgasm sent vibrations into his cock as her spasming throat pulled more and more semen into her stomach.

She was a treat to take in: Her eyes rolled back into her skull, her body twitching in his hands as he felt her body writhe against his legs as splashes of girlcum would wet his skin as she came. It - all of it - only served to prolong his own climax.

"Oh…" Jaune felt the jolts running up his spine, his mouth hung open in ecstasy as his other hand joined the one on Yang's head, pressing her against his thrust-forward crotch. Deeper, deeper. Her swallowing throat drew every ounce of baby batter from him.

"Good morning, master!"

Summer sounded positively chipper as she walked through the large doors of Jaune's bedroom. Jaune could somehow see how pleased she was in the sway of her hips even through the stars he was seeing from the way Yang was sucking him off.

His favorite looked very comfortable, dressed in one of his shirts. It fit on her very loosely, draping off one of her shoulders while bulging at the tummy with her developing baby bump. Her plump and obviously leaking breasts resting atop it.

And despite how geared for comfort her look was, Jaune felt his cock throb in the mouth of Summer's daughter, his arousal rebuilding even as his orgasm began to taper off. He hadn't even realized he'd started pulling at Yang's hair until he felt the girl whimper around his receding orgasm.

There was a casual sexiness to Summer. To the way she carried herself, to how she let her stiff nipples show and even let her milk stain the shirt she'd worn to sleep. Even her hair - mussed as it was - made him want to wrap it around his hands as he made her ride him into cumming one more time. Jaune licked his lips at the idea.

It was a stark contrast to Raven, who came in with her full, personalized, uniform. Her thighs and tits squeezed in tight enough that they looked about ready to pop. A slutty little costume that looked even better with how ashamed she was to be caught wearing it.

"Oh honey." Summer cooed, setting down the breakfast tray she'd brought on Jaune's nightstand. A plate of pastries, eggs, bacon, and sausages that failed to catch his attention nearly as much as the jiggle of Summer's curves as she bent down to touch the back of Yang's neck. Jaune could have sworn he saw just the slightest tinge of white from the dark spots of cloth over her nipples. "So hungry! Your mom and I just got here with the food and the needles, and you're already eating!"

Silver eyes looked at him conspiratorially as the pregnant woman planted a kiss on the back of Jaune's hands.

"You're practically covered in master's cum! I can smell him all over you." Those same eyes brightened as she realized it, bending down and pressing her nose to Yang's hair. The deep whiff she took was audible even to Raven whose face scrunched up in disgust at the idea of his girls smelling his semen. It almost made him laugh.

It was with a satisfied sigh that Summer looked back to master, and already her eyes were glazed over with arousal, the lightest dusting of pink on her pale cheeks. Inside Yang's throat, Jaune felt his cock twitch at the sight of her arousal from just the smell of him on her daughter's hair.

"So greedy," Summer whispered as she licked her lips, her fingers twining with Jaune's own as she wrapped her hand around her eldest daughter's head, "Getting all of master's cum all night and still not wanting to share come morning."

Cold, morning air greeted Jaune's cock as Yang was yanked off of him. It had happened so quickly that Jaune's hands fell to his sides on the bed as he took in the hypnotic sight of his slime-covered cock still connected to the insides of Yang's mouth, glittering strands of throat-slime and spit and heat juxtaposed to the rapid cooling he felt from his cock once again being exposed to the chateau's cool morning air.

"Gimme!"

Blinking, Jaune looked up from the sight to see Summer leaning down into Yang, mouths meeting in a what might have been called a kiss if it wasn't so obviously Summer slurping up any sperm Yang still had in her mouth.

Summer was unrelenting, shoving her tongue down her daughter's throat to find more and taking advantage of the fact that Yang had been positively stuffed with the stuff. With how thick his discharge was, Jaune was certain there was still more left in her throat. Going down at a snail's pace and leaving Yang very uncomfortable.

Things only got worse for Yang when her mother put her free hand against her very obviously distended tummy and pushed.

His girl's strangled scream was swallowed by her mother, lips suddenly becoming a tight seal as she deepened the kiss. But not even that could completely block out the sound of muffled retching from reaching Jaune's ears as the sperm still in Yang's esophagus was forced back into her mouth for her mother to slurp up.

And if that hadn't been enough of a clue, Jaune could see a thin line of his cum flowing down both womens' chins.

It left his cock distinctly lonely.

"Raven."

Blood-red eyes snapped from the view of mother and daughter… love? Assault? Did it matter? What mattered was that Jaune wanted his cock tended to while he watched Summer force Yang to share some of the sperm with him.

"Jack me off. And I want to suck on your tits."

The order was given so casually, so matter-of-factly, that it seemed to strike Raven senseless, the older turning into a deer in the headlights. Jaune would have laughed if he wasn't more interested in what Summer and Yang were doing.

And it wasn't like Raven's surprise mattered in the long run because while her mind might have been halted by shock at the order, her body obeyed and crawled unto the bed.

She drew in a sharp breath, surprised that she was doing it even as she lay down beside him and let one of her hands brush up his naked thigh. Jaune sighed at the slight feeling of relief, enjoying the warmth of Raven's palm as she then cupped his balls.

"Wha- What-"

With his hands, Jaune pulled down the cups that barely held back Raven's sizable tits, and grinned at the sight of them bouncing free of her top's confines.

"I'm going to enjoy making those bigger." He said before diving in.

~TtT~

Lightning danced up and down her spine as the boy's mouth wrapped around her nipple. Warmth spread from the spot where his lips touched her skin and moved down into the bottom of her belly before blooming into a roaring flame.

The sensation had hit Raven so immediately and so violently that she'd needed to fight hard to suppress the scream from tearing out of her throat. She refused to give him the satisfaction.

Still, she'd been unable to stop her body from shaking, thighs rubbing together as an unmistakable wetness ease the friction between her legs. It made her face grow hot with shame, not that it seemed to stop her hand from squeezing the boy's balls, drawing shivers from him in turn as he moaned into her tits.

"Hngggggggg…"

Raven's world spun at the feeling of his pleasure, her core winding tightly as she unwillingly pressed herself closer to him so her other tit would rest against his cheek. Everything from her thighs up to her collar laying skin-to-skin with a boy the same age as her daughter.

She wished she could fight back. Her hand had started slowly moving up from his balls to wrap her fingers around the bottom of his shaft. It was turgid and angry-looking, but shone with a very thick layer of Yang's… throatslime. Raven shuddered at the thought of describing it that way. It would have been so easy to squeeze - and squeeze tightly, painfully. To make the boy scream and for her to break free.

Instead she squeezed it just enough for the boy to groan into her titflesh again before she drew her grip upward, upward, upward until she was right before the inordinately large head.

Raven whimpered - whimpered - as she felt the boy's cock throb in her hand. The ball in her core winding even tighter as her empty pussy clenched and itched, demanding to be filled. But she didn't want this. She didn't want to be in this situation at all!

Gritting her teeth, Raven took a deep breath and pressed herself closer to her m- to the boy and let her hand move as it had been instructed to.

It was a slow handjob. One more focused on prolonging the sensation and keeping the boy stimulated than getting him off as quickly as possible. Likely because he was enjoying the… show that Summer and Yang were putting on behind her.

Raven couldn't see it. She was halfway on top of Jaune now and spent most of her time trying - and failing - to not look at his turgid, slime-covered length as she jacked him off while ignoring the little bites that drew more whimpers from her as he sucked and nibbled on her tits.

Still, one ultramarine eye shone with pleasure as it peaked past her to see what the other two were doing.

And it had been getting harder to focus. The way his cock responded to her touch drew her in, made her imagine what it would feel like if she had it sandwiched in between her legs. How it would thrum with virility as it twitched in the tight confines of her closed thighs.

Raven clenched those same thighs together at the very thought of doing so. Her thighs were practically coated in arousal now, the movement of her rubbing her thighs together so frictionless she was certain Jaune could fuck her thighs like he would her pussy.

She could practically feel his cock thrusting in and out, using them like a toy before he deposited so much of his load into them it would overflow and coat her tummy. Raven bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut as her hand - her obedient hand - continued to stroke the boy's too damn big cock like she hadn't been turned into a living furnace.

Eventually, the world shrunk. With her eyes clenched shut, and her blood thrumming in her ears so loudly she couldn't even hear what Summer and Yang were doing anymore, all the world seemed to turn into just Raven's tightening ball of an empty fuckhole and her master's cock.

And - when her hand touched the mushroom-shaped head, had wrapped it in her fingers and cradled it - Jaune's cock twitched. The boy sucked on her nipple hard in what must have been a gasp.

Something in Raven snapped into action.

Without meaning to, without thinking of it, she'd thrown one leg over the boy, wrapped herself around it like some desperate pup clinging to its owner.

Her bare, now-hairless pussy pressed against Jaune's thigh and Raven thrust.

"HNGGGGAAAAAAAAAH!"

Good. So good.

The boy's leg was firm, smooth skin that was only beginning to grow hairs as he reached the cusp of puberty but supported by developing muscle from his huntsman training. It had enough give that it'd press down but then fight against her as she dragged her drooling pussy along it. The meat of his thigh pressing, scraping as she dragged her clit against him.

"Y-Ye-Yes!" Raven gasped as she thrust herself back and forth, building in pace as she coated his leg in her juices all while her hand - her damn hand - continued to give the boy a shaky, erratic handjob.

"So good. So good."

She clung to him now, her head bending down and pressing her face to his hair as her other arm wrapped about his own head and pushed him into her tits. She was practically smothering him.

Jaune hadn't been bothered by this at all, though, instead biting down on the nipple in his mouth with enough force that shattered what little of her aura she'd been permitted to have.

And it sent her screaming.

With how tightly she'd had her face pressed to the crown of the boy's head, it had been smothered by her closed mouth, but the world seemed to spin around her. The tingling shocks that had been running up her spine had turned bolts of lightning and she clung unto her master for dear life as the winding ball inside her core seemed to compress even further. Her legs wrapped around the one she had been fucking herself on and locked while she took deep breaths to try and steady herself.

But all she got was him. The smell of her master - of old sweat and the stones of the chateau - filling her nose and going straight to her brain. It drove her fucking of his thigh into a storm of erratic thrusts.

That storm came, the ball inside her exploding into a blinding light that lifted Raven's mind from her place in the world and into an abyss she didn't think she'd ever escape.

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Pain.

Scarlet eyes snapped open, bolling air filling her lungs with fire as Raven's back arched at the sensation of her insides being cored out.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOGH!"

Pleasure.

Her skin was hot, slick with sweat, and so sticky she could feel the sheets clinging to her. Lightning danced up her spine and her cunt wept around the master's cock as he thrust in and out of her.

"Cumminnnnnnnng!"

Raven gushed, folded legs instinctively struggling against the boy's weight as he bared down on her like some predator. Her insides spasmed and clenched while her heart thundered in her chest so hard she could practically hear the thumping in her ears.

Her insides were being dragged out. She could feel it - flesh clinging so tightly around his cock that it was pulled down as he retreated. Juices flowed from her pussy like a river, coming down between her asscheeks as a waterfall of girlcum as he remade her insides to fit his shape.

She had to get out. She was dying, she was dying.

The woman thrashed, body shaking so violently it started to hurt. Muscles she didn't know she had strained in a mix of cumming and wanting to escape the pleasurable pain. But she didn't have the strength. Her legs couldn't take the boy's weight, and her arms, her arms-

Red met silver as she saw the two beside her.

Summer's face was flushed, her hair a tangled mess that fell over one of her eyes. Despite it, Raven could see how the pregnant woman panted, drool seeping down from her lips like some ravenous animal with its tongue out. She even had the audacity to send her a smug grin.

"You… Ahhhhhh… You feel so good, Raven."

Both Yang and Summer were straddling her arms, holding her in place as Jaune fucked her insides into oblivion.

And… And… They were fucking themselves on her.

Raven could feel them, feel their pussies dragging against her forearms. They were leaking so much arousal the movements felt smooth, and it churned her stomach to know she was being used like this. And it hurt. Summer had her not inconsiderable weight pressing Raven's hand unto the mattress, her pregnant belly brushing Raven's upper arm every now and then - not that it meant much with how slippery both of them were from all the sweat.

"Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…"

Yang wasn't even paying attention to her. Her daughter had her back arched so far, Raven could only see her sizable tits jiggling with each thrust as she frantically thrust herself up and down Raven's forearm. Yang's hair pooled atop Raven's palm, and she could feel the disgustingly familiar stickiness rubbing off from it. Her hands were over her womb, fingers pressing down so hard it looked like she might poke through the skin.

The light from the windows reflected off her body, glistening white coated the tops of her breasts and ran down between them with each jiggle like an ungodly river. Cum. Copious amounts of it. Yang had been glazed in the stuff, and Raven could even see just the barest hints of it rubbing against her arm as the girl moved back and forth.

In horror, she tried to yank her arm back, to throw her daughter off of it if she could. But her arm lacked the strength, her body lacked the strength.

And then Jaune thrust back into her.

He went in, in, in. All the way from her entrance, through her cervix, and all the way to the back of her womb in one terrible, body-splitting stroke. It felt like she'd been impaled on a spear, struck so hard by the sudden violence of it her voice failed her and her mouth fell open in a silent scream, only a rasp of air that faded into the frantic moaning of the other two girls a sign she still had a voice at all.

Too big. Too big. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, and it felt like there just wasn't enough room for her to take in a full gulp of air. Raven's body was just filled with so much cock. It was like he had shoved it far enough to reach her throat, that - if he decided he wanted to - he could push so far inside her it'd erupt from in between her lips like some horrific comedy.

Despite this, Raven could feel her pelvis tighten, her insides clenching around his too-big cock in her too-small pussy. Her womb wrapped snugly about the head and seemed to roll around it as she felt his in-stroke slow to a stop.

She shivered. Electricity dancing up and down her skin as hot pain radiated from her sex and sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her spine. It was good. So very good. And it had no right to be.

Raven came as Jaune plundered her for his pleasure, his pace steady as he drew almost all of his monster cock out from her before plunging back in so far Raven could see where his length was by the way her stomach bulged with cockmeat.

It was unrelenting. Each backstroke threatened to turn her inside-out, the folds of her pussy clinging to his cock as he pulled out before he mashed them back into her with a thrust that sent her squirting so hard she could feel the pool of girlcum beneath her.

And it took what little strength she had left from her.

Already, Raven could feel her legs falling limp above her, only bouncing with the force of the master's thrusts as each slap of his mass against her thighs reverberating fire and lightning to the rest of her body. Even her arms - which were already too weak to even lift two sex-obsessed animals - seemed to become completely unresponsive to even her attempts to grab hold of the sheets.

Everything, every part of Raven, was narrowing down to her bruised and battered sex and the cock that was ripping her apart.

"Wh-Why!" She wailed, breath hoarse, weak. "Why won't I stop cumming!? HNGGGGGGGG!"

She came again, back arching off the bed she was now half-buried in as the mix of pain and pleasure addled her mind and sent her heart thundering so hard she felt it might burst.

But she stayed conscious. Her mind was just clear enough to comprehend that she was being used as a living fleshlight while the rest of the world had started to devolve into a mist of pained pleasure and the sounds of the other girls bouncing around the back of her skull.

Raven was being held to the waking world, and she was even too helpless to fall unconscious.

~TtT~

Summer was thankful.

And it wasn't just because she could already feel her orgasm creeping up, the tightness in her abdomen as it tightened into a ball while her juices flowed freely from her weeping pussy as her clit dragged against the firm flesh of Raven's arm.

It felt like she was unwrapping a present.

Raven had always done her best to exude strength. It hadn't always worked, but even when she'd been standing before Taiyang during their wedding, she'd had this air of pride that held back an undercurrent of unadulterated joy because she didn't think looking happy at her own wedding was becoming of a warrior.

She'd only gotten worse after leaving, after deciding that her old tribe had been worth more than the family she'd built. Her old teammate had turned all brambles and thorns, unwilling to really put up with either Summer or anyone else from their team, much less anyone outside of that. There wasn't much kindness to be had from her, though Summer could still spot that Raven had a soft spot for all of them.

But now? Here? Raven couldn't hide. She was bare in ways she'd never been before even after more than fifteen years of knowing each other.

Dressed in little more than her collar-choker and thigh-highs, she was more honest to Summer than she'd been the entirety of their friendship.

The other woman's eyes were wide and delirious, so fogged-up with pain and pleasure that Summer doubted her former friend actually saw anything right now. No… Summer was only too familiar with how far the master could drive them. All Raven must see right now were stars.

And she was afraid. Folded in half with her feet above her head and most of her weight resting on her upper back, Summer could feel the fear coming off of the other woman in waves even as she saw milky liquid squirting from her gaping pussy like a fountain from the gardens.

Because that's what Raven really was at her core, wasn't she? Afraid. From as far back as the day she and Qrow had lost their parents and been forced to fend for themselves in a tribe filled with bandits and thieves.

Raven Branwen was a scared little girl at her core.

That's what she'd built her whole persona on. She wanted strength so that she wouldn't be afraid. She abandoned Ozpin's War because she was afraid it would overtake her, overtake her family. A family she fled because of reasons Summer still couldn't comprehend, but she didn't pretend to know what rationale Raven had for it. It hadn't mattered once she'd swept in to take her place, and it didn't matter anymore now that they both belonged to the same family - a different family.

Still, there was a beauty in seeing Raven like this. While it might have been the same as yesterday, there was a… rawness to this that hadn't been there before. Raven had resisted, yes-

"Hnnnnnnnnn! It hurts it hurts it hurts! Please!"

But she'd never seen her former teammate beg before. She sounded so small, with a lilt to her tone that sounded positively desperate.

The sheer contrast of it from the Raven she'd been on a team with stoked the building fire at the base of Summer's belly, shaking legs putting all her weight on Raven's arm as her twitchy hips thrust even more frantically than before. Summer could feel the way her tits bounced from the motion, milk-laden mammaries dripping milk from her puffy, turgid nipples.

Raven, meanwhile, continued to babble:

"It… Ah! Ah! Ah!…" Her voice cracked, shuddering breaths as Jaune gave her a few particularly hard slams, "It hurts to cum! It- cumming!"

Summer let loose a groan as she felt the arm she'd been frigging herself on flex, Raven's muscles tightening in an attempt to free herself as her body once again broke down into uncontrollable spasms and the master's thrusting cock was surrounded in a tide of rushing girlcum. Scarlet eyes rolled back into her skull and her words slurred so badly she stopped making sense.

It was just enough to press and drag against Summer's clit without being anywhere close enough to pushing her off, something Raven would have been able to do under normal circumstances, especially now that Summer wasn't in as good a shape as she'd been before coming to the Chateau.

Now, she was only strong enough to put up token resistance before she was left a convulsing mess. There was so much girlcum, and the master was so violent with each piston that it was splashing up Raven's body, pooling in her belly-button and even getting a few drops in between her leg-squished tits.

From the looks of it, Raven's orgasm wasn't a release. Her face was scrunched up in a pained wince, slick with sweat that was starting to soak into her thick mane of hair. All of her was caught in some full-body flush, and even her legs were shaking in that familiar way too-tired muscles did.

"I'm dying." She gasped out, voice so soft Summer wouldn't have heard it if she wasn't listening in. "I'm dying. Too much… Hnnnnnnnnnn… Too… muuuuuuuu-"

Her words trailed off, turned to gibberish as she came once more. This time to the master reaching down and pinching her engorged clit as he started upping the pace of his fucking. Raven's eyes were gone now, completely white as her tongue lolled out and girlcum gushed out of her pussy in such volume that it shot up as a fountain before landing on her face in an arc, not that she seemed to respond to it.

Even her legs had gone limp, hanging from her body without even twitching despite her orgasm continuing to shatter her soul. Summer could see her pelvis clenching around Jaune's cock, how his fuckstick throbbed with each pump of molten-hot semen directly into her former friend's womb.

Idly, Summer's hand cupped her growing baby bump from below, thumb brushing against the stretched skin and sending a very pleasant thrum into her tightening core.

"I… Hmmmmmmm… can't wait till we're both stuffed with a baby, Raven."

Her other hand reached up to relieve some of the pressure from her too-full breasts, squeezing and yanking on a puffy nipple and sending a thin stream of mother's milk to join the splash of fluids landing on Raven's face and mixing with the puddle that was doubtlessly forming around the other woman's hair.

"You'll have the loveliest milkers, Raven… Oh yessssss…" He might make her even bigger than Yang who might have been just the least bit bigger than Summer was now, though she was sure that she'd grow another cup size or two as the baby grew in her womb.

"I can't wait to suck on them, to drink on them." They could drink from each other. Summer could even see them both breastfeeding the master at the same time, a nipple each from one of their tits stuffed into his mouth as he sucked on them for breakfast while they worked together to coax his first shot of the day with their hands.

Teamwork, just like back at Beacon.

She could even imagine chaining their tits together, or maybe chaining her tits to Yang's while the master played with them.

"Oh yessssssss…" Her breaths were coming in half-hissed moans now, hands falling down to her thighs as Summer leaned forward and ground her clit against Raven's juice-slick skin. Whenever the arm would sink too far into the mattress, she'd just ride it down, and down, and down.

The needles. She brought the needles.

"Raveeeeeeeeeeeen!"

Summer came, her friend's name squealed from her lips while she thought of what was to follow once the master was done with her.

~TtT~

His onahole had fallen unconscious.

Under normal circumstances, Jaune would normally not let that stop him. He'd treated Summer roughly before, and certainly been rougher with Yang, too. There should have been no reason to treat Raven any differently when there was even less reason for him to care about her.

No, what made him stop was the fact that her pussy was starting to loosen its grip.

Maybe it was the fact that she was functionally without aura and actually much less durable than her sister-slaves, or maybe it was just because there hadn't been enough time for Jaune's changes to really take root in the way he'd slow-rolled them with Summer or let Yang stay at the Chateau for a few weeks before starting to fuck her.

Instead he'd gone hard and heavy on the former bandit, blasting her with lightning the first day, then fucking her into oblivion now.

Cock still hard - almost painfully so now, Jaune dragged himself out of Raven's confines, ultramarine eyes looking closely at the way her pink flesh held unto his length as he exited. It was a tantalizing sight, seeing her folds cling to as he left her. How her pussy had become so attached to him after just a day or two of being used.

An entirely different appeal from Yang's auto-masturbator of a pussy, or Summer's juice-slick honeypot, Raven was air-tight. Slow to penetrate, and even slower to exit, all while every fold and pleat stuck to him like a second skin.

He couldn't wait to play with it some more, to see what changes he could make to her to make full use of it.

Speaking of those changes…

Jaune sent a quick and hard slap to the back of Raven's thighs. She'd stayed folded up even after he'd pulled himself out of her. It left her pussy and ass the highest points of her body and left her looking like just the most tempting sight.

Cherry-red skin rippled with the force of his blow. Even her tits jiggled.

But her pussy? Oh her limp pussy suddenly clenched shut, juices flowing with sudden and renewed vigor for a moment, her arousal flowing down her back and her front before she fell limp once more.

Good.

Raven had some of the juiciest thighs he'd seen. He'd make a pussy out of them yet.

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"Hngggggggggggg!~"

Raven keened, body shaking as the hot mix of pain and pleasure sent electricity through her nipples and up her spine.

She squirmed, shivered. Red eyes rolled back into her sockets as she hunched forward. The edge of the bed was pressed against her forehead as the world darkened. Everything falling away until all that was left were the sensations.

Fire and lightning shot from Raven's tits as her other arm was squeezed in between her slick thighs and was pressed against her turgid clit. They felt so large, her senses completely dominated by the pain and tha yanking, the way her skin pressed at her button and dragged against the wrist while her thighs felt like they were being fucked as squirmed herself around her arm.

But she couldn't stop pulling. Her fingers twitched, her hand quavered, but still she drew the chain taut. Her nipples were being yanked even through the thin cloth of her top, flesh and fabric stretched by the piercings that went through both.

The master had her pierced after she'd been knocked out, stuck her nipples and clit with needles that had to have been magical. Raven refused to believe that they were anything but.

After all, why else would it feel so damn good for it to hurt so damn much?

Raven couldn't even remember it happening. She'd woken up earlier today only to find that she'd had holes made in her body, and her nipples had been linked together with golden chains. Summer had been leaning over her, and - before Raven could get a word in edgewise - took the bonds connecting both her nipples and pulled.

She squealed like a stuck pig at the memory of what happened, a rush of juices coating the inside of her thighs, her wrist, and her fingers as she came from the remembered pain. Raven felt her body spasm uncontrollably as it crashed down on her just like it had earlier. Her legs jerked closed as her abdomen cramped from the contractions, pistoning up and down her arm like her enclosed thighs were fucking herself.

Meanwhile, the hand pulling on the chain shook so violently that it only served to pull harder, her tits feeling like they had gone pointed from the strength of it. Raven idly wondered if the piercings would rip, ruining her breasts completely.

Instead, she came again. Her spine went ramrod straight and her arms and legs failed her as she fell forward. Only the edge of the master's bed spared her the indignity of falling face-first on the puddle of girlcum on the floor, even as she could feel herself continue to shoot her discharge like a broken tap.

She was boneless and in pain, not that it seemed to detract from her body enjoying the experience. The exquisite stinging and burning from her nipples fed into the fluttering at the base of her belly and the rhythmic clenching of her core while she lay slumped. And it just kept going and going even as Raven's lightning-struck mind slowly began to clear.

Eyes open but unseeing, Raven realized something: she'd called the boy her master.

It had been in the heat of the moment, and it had been in her head, yes, but she'd still done it. And an overwhelming feeling of discomfort seemed to get under her skin, silver and lavender eyes looking down on her even though Raven knew that she was the only person in the master's- Jaune's room.

Surely it was magic. Raven couldn't see herself ever, ever calling the boy her master under any other circumstance.

But did it matter if it was? Chains jangled as she panted, and she could still feel the base of her belly clenching in the lingering shocks of her orgasm. Raven couldn't even muster the strength to right herself right now as she lay in a puddle of her own shame and felt… good.

She was exhausted, her body aching, but it was a familiar and pleasant ache that she'd never felt to this degree before. Not even her most passionate nights with Taiyang had left her this wrung-out, and she felt herself grow warm in a full-body flush at the thought.

And still she was raring to go, her sore pussy already dripping in anticipation as she wondered what the master would put her through next.

Raven grit her teeth as she'd done it again.

Doing her best to ignore her climbing arousal, she tried to get her legs back under her. She'd been tasked with getting the master's things packed for a trip they were going on tomorrow while Summer and Yang made other preparations, and she'd be damned if she gave her once-teammate an excuse for doing even more to Raven.

"Oooooh…"

But her legs didn't do as she'd willed them, protesting at the sudden and forced action before giving way and returning Raven to the floor. The jolts that ran up her spine from them sent her shuddering and her trembling arms squeezing down on her thighs to try and get a grip of herself.

That was a mistake.

Raven saw stars as her thighs - her hot, jiggly thighs - just seemed to send her arousal skyrocketing, a spurt of juices discharged from her nether lips and coat her in a fresh layer of slick.

Without thinking, without considering what would happen next, Raven put her hands in between…

In seconds, she had her legs pressed tightly together as she shoved her hands in and out of the space between like she was fucking them. Her core emitting a pleasant, almost comforting warmth that spread all the way to the tips of her fingers and her half-numb toes.

"Ah… Ah… Ah…"

Magic or no, the ma-boy had more control over her body than she did right now, and it galled her to think that, but she couldn't do much about it.

"Cu-Cum-…" Scarlet eyes clenched tight as her nethers fluttered, "Cumming! Ah! Again!"

Drool seeped from the edge of her lips - her upper lips - as her lower lips gushed once more. Her hips shuddered, jerkily thrusting against the hands she had between them. Raven's fingers turning clammy and wet as they were covered in a fresh layer of girlcum.

Already she could feel herself climbing towards another orgasm even as her muscles cramped in the still going throes of the current one.

But still she couldn't stop, not as her head grew light, not as her body ached in protest, and not as she came again.

"Cumming!" Ragged breaths filled the otherwise empty room, Raven a sodden, twitching mess half-slumped against her master's bed, "I… c-can't stop cumming!"

~TtT~

Condom play wasn't something Jaune did very frequently.

After all, he went through great pains to make sure his girls only ever got pregnant when he wanted them to. Why shouldn't he raw-dog Summer or Yang or Raven after that? Yang wasn't pregnant and he'd been cumming in her womb just about every day since he'd taken her the first time.

Hells, the only reason why Summer was carrying his daughter was that he wanted her to.

Soft and fleshy walls squeezing down on him, folds and pleats clinging to his shaft while his cockhead was shoved all the way up into their wombs, seeping out and coating his balls in soppy heat. Jaune loved that, loved it even more when they'd squirm and cling and grip at him - outside and in.

It was so sexy, especially when paired with their eyes rolling back into their heads, or their bodies shattering from overstimulation.

He'd get a little less of that with the condom on. It muted some of the sensations. Sure, their reactions were usually still the same, though even then he'd been able to spot some differences in how much Summer felt when he'd last tried wearing them in his first few times with her.

And that had been more than a year ago. He hadn't needed to use a condom with his girls since.

Still, when he was being treated like this, Jaune had to say that he found it hard to argue against it.

"Oh that is good."

He groaned, leaned into Summer's warmth as she planted featherlight kisses on his shoulder, neck, and collar. Each touch of her plush lips to his bare skin sent jolts up his spine. Only the warmth of his company kept him from twitching at each kiss she gave him, though how her curves - her pregnant belly especially - did not take from his pleasure at all.

And this was while Yang was in between his legs doing the same for his thighs.

They were on their way to the city of Vale. Partially because he had some business to take care of, and mostly because Summer needed to take care of some business of a more personal nature. But since that business of hers was both entirely at his behest and for his benefit, he decided to make a little vacation of it.

Besides, it was a great time for him to take Raven out of the house for the first time.

Sure, the woman had only been with them for a few days at this point, but it wasn't ever too soon to establish how little chance she had at escaping even if they were in a public place. Though Jaune couldn't say he'd have minded too much to see her try if only to see the look on her face when she inevitably failed.

Closing his eyes as he felt Yang's fingers clasp his nutsack in a warm embrace, he decided that he was going to do that.

He even decided that they could afford to take their time. The usual suite of rooms he usually stayed at in Vale had been booked for the next week-and-a-half. It'd give Summer time to settle things, and him some time to actually go around the city a little more.

So he'd decided that instead of taking their usual private Bullhead straight to the city, they were opting to drive. An hours-long ordeal that would have normally been his option if he wanted to enjoy the barren wilds between the Chateau's estate and the city. Instead, they'd taken the trailer and he got to spend the trip having extended playtime with his girls.

Which is how he'd found himself now, half-sitting, half-hanging off the couch that ran along the side of the trailer. Jaune's legs were splayed out, his button-down shirt spread open and his pants rolled down far enough that it was pooled around only one of his legs. He must have been quite the sight.

Teasing was the name of the game. A rare thing as far as he was concerned with how much immediate gratification he usually got.

And it reminded him of the condom, a thin, almost see-through thing that clung to his cock tightly enough that he could still feel the bulging veins of his length pulsing in the rubber membrane.

But with the way his member was so stiff he could probably run each of his girls through with it, he couldn't say that it wasn't effective.

Again, it twitched as Yang leaned in and planted several kisses of her own on his ballsack. Each touch lingered just enough that Jaune could feel her sucking on the sweltering skin before she pulled back with a barely perceptible pop.

His length throbbed each time she did it, and he failed to suppress a gasp as Yang came in to slather him with her spit with her tongue.

The same diligent tongue that had worshiped his cock earlier, working tirelessly to get him to hardness while Summer had pressed her milky tits against his arm and whispered temptation into his ear. Experienced hands had undressed him, caressed the skin beneath his clothing while Yang's lavender eyes had looked up at him in reverence as she fished out his cock with her mouth and prayed to him with fellatio.

And when it was time for the condom to go on, Yang had fished it out of somewhere that he hadn't noticed, pressed the flat thing to her lips and showed her master how much her cocksucking practice had improved her technique.

Jaune had almost laughed when he found out that it hadn't been by much, as she'd started choking on his length halfway down the shaft. Though with the way her upper fuckpipe had spasmed around him, squeezing and stroking him as she gagged, only served to improve his experience.

Choking had filled the trailer, and Jaune had reached forward with his one free hand and held her down. Her lips pressed against his base as his length bent down her throat. Lavender eyes rolled back into their sockets as her body quivered - inside and out. She clenched, spasmed, swallowed, and covered his crotch and inner thighs with spit and slime.

To make things even better, Summer had placed her head on his shoulder while he abused her eldest daughter. One of her hands had been rubbing at his bare thigh, covering her palm in Yang's own spit and wiping it all over her daughter's cheek.

Nuzzling against him, she giggled, "She's not gotten any better at taking you down her throat, huh?"

As if to prove her point, a spurt of spit spattered all over Jaune's crotch once more while the sound of her daughter's gagging filled the trailer. Despite the very clear discomfort, though, Jaune could see how much Yang enjoyed it. She shuddered, and he could still feel her wetness splashing against his bare legs as her sopping pussy continued to drip.

"But," Summer shrugged, "I suppose that's what you wanted out of her, wasn't it, master?"

He'd hummed, agreeing, "There's… something fun about… Ahhh… A-about feeling her throat strangle itself around my cock while she cums from doing so."

Jaune returned Summer's affection, planting a kiss on her temple as he leaned back into her, "Besides, it makes it very different from your…" He groaned as his hips jolted as a particularly strong squeeze from Yang before he felt her throat try to drag him down in an unconscious swallow that left him positively turgid. "Ooohhh… Your significantly more well-trained mouth."

Without hesitating, Summer had taken one of his hands and shoved it into her mouth. All five of his fingers had gone down smoothly until he had his hand in her up to his third knuckles where the sheer size of his hand prevented him from pushing more in.

She licked, she slathered, she swallowed. The older woman reminded him of how thoroughly he'd trained that mouth and throat of hers to take his cock, silver eyes glistening in delight. Summer had leaned on him further, pressing her heavy and bare tits as well as her growing baby-bulge.

And he throbbed at the contrast, and Summer's implied offer to take her daughter's place.

But he'd wanted to take his time, and they'd had things they wanted to do - especially with the rubber that had been in between his cock and the sultry and silken contractions of Yang's unconditioned throat.

So he'd pulled out. Pulled his hand back from Summer's mouth and let Yang catch her breath before both girls went back to pleasuring him in other ways. They caressed him, kissed him, whispered promises of things they could do for him, do to each other, to him, that would bring him enjoyment.

Until it had almost become painful, with how stiff his member had become from the indirect stimulation. Yang's hot breaths to contrast the cold air, her hands, her tongue, or her mouth almost always covering his balls, warming the sperm that was churned inside to readiness with her squeezes and licks.

That was when Yang slathered his rubber-clad cock and started to stroke it with her free hand, Summer joining in to cover the upper half and head of his cock that she gave special care to while Jaune enjoyed the view.

Because across them was Raven, eyes wide and terrified in a naked fear that she usually did her best to hide. She was naked this time, body presented to him with her legs spread while she was on her knees and her arms held behind her back to thrust out her growing tits, which hung loose and heavy with a slight sag from the increased weight.

Jaune doubted Raven had even started to notice that her breasts were growing heavier every day.

Even better, she wasn't being tied down by anything. Only the enforced obedience he'd forced unto her kept her body holding an uncomfortable position for the past hour or so while she was forced to watch what was going on in front of her.

And from the way her spread pussy was dripping unto the floor and her pale skin was rosy in a full-body blush, the former bandit was liking it.

Forced to? Certainly. Not that Jaune cared if he was forcing Raven to be aroused at the sight of him making use of Raven's blood-daughter or being serviced by Yang in turn.

He had to admit, he'd been amused to walk back into his room the night before to find an insensate Raven still jerking her thighs off against one of his bedposts. With his bag only partially packed and his fresh sheets already ruined, the woman was due a punishment.

And Summer, always happy to torment her once-teammate, had been more than happy to come up with this idea. Gleefully, she'd also been the one to tell Raven what was in store for her just before the latter had been ordered into the position she'd been in now.

Jaune once again felt himself throb at the memory, and he pressed his face against Summer's hair as Yang leaned in and once more took his balls into her mouth while Summer tended to his length with long and firm strokes.

Summer gave him a pleased hum as he pulled her closer towards him, something he felt more than heard from her close-pressed chest.

"Yes, master Jaune?"

Her nipples were as stiff enough he could feel it press into his skin, even the little movement of clinging to her tiger dragged the hard nubs enough that Summer moaned against the top of his head, her full curves shuddering against him.

But her movements barely faltered, only the briefest of pauses before she cupped his mushroom head with a twirl before going down to his base in one long and practiced stroke. And she kept going as he began to play with her milk-laden breasts, while he felt the warmth at the base of his belly begin to build and his balls tighten.

His favorite seemed to notice, however. Either from the way his cock throbbed or something else he couldn't see, not with his eyes closed and his senses focusing on the muted sensation of practiced hands on his cock and reverent lips and tongue practically begging his balls for cum.

"Excited?" Summer's breath was hot, scorching against his scalp as he felt her body do its own unconscious thrust, likely imagining the same thing he was. "Ahhh… I am, too." Returning his kiss on her temple with one of her own on his, she let out a shuddering sigh, one that came with a jet of milk covering his palms as he continued playing with them.

"Hnggggg…" And she squirmed under his grip as he pulled at her nipple rings. "Cu-cum for us, master." She whined, "Cum for us and fill out that condom. Fill it so that we can make Raven eat it. Fill out a bowl and make her bend down like the animal she is!"

It was the whimper, Raven's whimper as Summer coaxed his cock to completion while Yang churned his balls with spit that did him in. As he imagined the sight of Raven eating his cum out of a bowl like a dog, perhaps even giving her seconds.

With a cry of victory Jaune ejaculated, a torrent of his swimmers ballooning the rubber that they'd decided would catch his load.

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Yang could feel the heat brushed against her legs.

It had been there a while now, and she was sure that people could see how flushed she was even though she was fully clothed. Not that it seemed to tamp down her excitement much.

She shivered as she walked through up the staircase of the hotel's entranceway and through the double doors that had been held open for them. Vaguely, she sensed both bellboys giving her a nod in greeting, but maybe her addled mind missed it.

Instead, she was more focused on the soft and squishy things bumping against her legs as she swung her legs in between steps. They were heavy, weighty. Yang couldn't get the thought that someone would see how they'd swing against the folds of her long skirt - the master had gotten Yang to wear a long skirt! - and catch that the young combat school student had ten or so-odd condoms hanging from her garterbelt.

Another shiver ran up her spine and down her legs, making her toes tingle with each step.

Master Jaune had cum so many times on the ride to the city, just about every single one of his loads had been shot into the condoms.

She could still remember how his balls felt against her lips each time he did, how they seemed to shrink on themselves just the littlest bit while they pushed his almost jelly-like load out of his large and throbbing cock. It had been a treat to Yang's senses. The sight of his member throbbing as spurt after spurt shot into the rubber with so much force she was sure the thing would be thrown off of him.

It had only been improved by the sight of her mom's hand as Summer continued to stroke the master while he climaxed. Speeding up as he peaked and then turning to slow and deliberate motions to make sure that everything in his pipes had been drawn out.

His musk filled her head with warmth and left her dizzyingly empty, her neglected womb tightening around nothing and her slick thighs rubbing together.

She'd not neglected herself, either. She'd had her fingers pressed down on the base of her belly, half-crushing, half-rubbing her womb from the outside, and sending her squirting a few times while she felt the master's thighs threaten to squeeze her head in between them whenever he came.

And once he was done, once the condom was so filled that Yang was in awe at how much the things could hold, she'd been tasked with pulling it off her master, tying it off, cleaning him with her mouth, and then putting on the next one. Something she'd been more than happy to do as she choked herself on Jaune's length. With how many times she'd cum, every inch of his man-meat had been drowned in the scent of him. Yang was certain she'd cum several times from his smell alone.

In fact, by the time they'd entered the City of Vale proper, Yang was in a puddle of her own making.

Raven hadn't been much better, though Yang was certain she'd enjoyed the experience much better than the woman that had birthed her.

Because at least Yang had been permitted to cum. She didn't think she'd caught her mother doing the same.

No matter how many times she'd seen it happen, the girl still couldn't get used to seeing Raven turned into a bumbling and whimpering mess. The dark-haired woman was shivering, thighs spread wide and cramping from keeping spread for the hours-long drive to the City of Vale. Her pale skin flushed a hot-pink, and gleamed as the little sunlight filtering in through the tinted glass hit the sheen of sweat she was covered in.

Her long hair - longer than even Yang's - had become plastered to her forehead and her cheeks, falling down like a heavy curtain before pooling on the floor behind her and soaking up the juices she'd leaked all over the floor.

But she didn't think anything else could beat the sight of her birth-mother's tits, growing bigger and heavier every day since the master had taken her, rising and falling with each laboured and pained breath. Her chest swelled and shrunk with each breath, the jiggling of the soft flesh almost as hypnotic as the glinting of the silver piercings on her mother's erect nipples as they bounced from her violent shaking.

Coupled with the whimpers that slipped out from between Raven's lips every other exhale, Yang was certain it had been a treat to the master's senses. He'd certainly filled enough condoms to tell her as much.

And by the time they'd entered the city? Raven looked positively delirious, unfocused scarlet eyes gazing into the near distance even as her pussy winked and wept from being denied the master's cruel mercies. She was thrusting into the air near the end, using the movement to get what little relief she could when she hadn't been permitted even the use of her hands.

It had taken Summer's help to get Raven in shape to show up in public. Yang wasn't sure how her real mom had managed to get Raven's hair dry, but she decided it must have been magic of some sort. It wasn't all that odd considering how much of it she'd seen since summer had started.

So here she was now, feeling the rhythmic bump, bump, bump of each bag as it swung with her steps and against her leg.

The feel of them, the weight of them. Every bag filled with the master's sperm was still hot and viscous enough she could still feel it as she walked through the hotel's lobby. Brother Gods, she felt it even more now that it was contrasted to the chilling air of the air condition. Pockets of molten heat pressed against her thighs enough that the air beneath her skirt felt sweltering.

Each hit of the bags against her bare skin struck like a blow. Rubber lining sticking to slick skin before they swung back out as she took another step and back in again.

Held as they were by the tie to her garterbelt, Yang could imagine just how easy it would be for the tie-offs to snap. For the balloons of cum to fall and spatter all over the floor and for her to slip and fall on her ass. Every other balloon popping and popping and popping as she fell on top of them or rolled over them once she'd fallen.

She'd be a dirty, dirty little girl. Covered in the master's gunk as it soaked into her skirts, her shirt as she shamed herself in front of all these people.

Her sodden pussy clenched around empty air, her womb quivered. Licking her lips, Yang remembered the taste of the master from when she'd cleaned him, the scent of him still fresh in her memory. Hands and fingers twitched as the urge to press against her womb came and went. She had to hold her own hands to stop her from doing so.

She knew what would happen. It wouldn't take much for her to cum right now, and once she'd start it'd be very difficult for her to stop.

And the master wanted them in the room, wanted to make sure Yang, Raven, and himself all made it in so they could finally take care of her birth-mother's punishment.

Oh yes.

Lavender eyes turned to Raven, the woman trailing after the master in a more modest version of her uniform.

Yang could see the way the older woman shuddered even as she tried to walk steadily behind them. Her skin was still flushed, and she was biting her lips hard enough that Yang would have suspected she'd have drawn blood if not for the pittance of aura Raven was permitted to have access to.

They entered the elevator, Jaune speaking with the hotel manager who had decided to see them to their rooms personally.

And as the doors closed, Yang let her thighs squeeze around one of the filled condoms hidden beneath her skirts.

It bulged, squished between her toned thighs and lit a fire at the base of her belly and in between her legs. Once more, she licked her lips.

~TtT~

Ruby idly moved her food around the plate.

It wasn't bad. Honestly, it was pretty good when compared to the stuff her dad made when mom was out of town working for Jaune. In fact, it tasted so good they'd actually gotten Ruby to start eating her vegetables!

But that's part of what was bothering her.

The too-big dining hall was so empty. Not even the other students that were staying over were around today, most of them opting to spend the day outside since it was a weekend. So even though she'd sorta managed to make some friends with the students - she couldn't wait to tell her sister about how she'd made friends with Beacon students before her sister even got the chance to - there weren't any around now.

Sure, it was because they felt sorry for her, and Ruby was pretty darn sure it was because they found her cute, but she'd take it! It was a lot easier for her to make friends with these older Beacon students than it had been for her in her old school. Maybe that meant it would be easier for her to talk to the Signal students, too! Especially since they'd be at her age.

And some of them had offered to babysit her for the day, too! Told Miss Glynda that they'd have been perfectly happy to keep an eye on her while they went to the city.

Unfortunately, since they couldn't get a hold of her dad, there wasn't anyone that could give them permission.

Which left her alone in Beacon's very large dining room for lunch on a Saturday. Alone.

Again.

She couldn't even call her sister. When she'd last talked to Yang, she'd been told that they were about to go on a trip and were preparing, so she'd be out and about today and tomorrow. Yang told her she'd be able to call after the weekend even though they'd still be on the trip, but she was just too busy right now to be able to take any calls.

Part of her envied that her sister had stuff to do. Sure it wasn't games, comic books, and TV shows, but it was definitely more interesting than being stuck at school and not being able to go out. Especially since it looked like Yang was getting a head-start on training for Signal.

And if Jaune's equipment was any indication, there'd probably be a lot of chances to learn stuff about making better weapons.

Okay, maybe not since Jaune didn't make his own stuff. The shield had been commissioned, and he used an heirloom sword passed down to him from his dad, granddad, and great granddad. Crocea Mors was cool, but mostly because of how good a condition it was in despite its age. The thing wasn't even mechashift.

Still! Maybe having something to do during the summer would keep her from getting bored. And some extra money for buying whatever she wanted was pretty darn welcome.

Was she old enough though? She knew that Yang's main job was to help train Jaune. He wanted to become a huntsman, didn't he? Well, who didn't, right?

"Miss Rose."

Blinking, silver eyes looked up from the nondescript puddle of mush that her lunch had turned to the emerald eyes of the deputy headmistress.

And then to the other pair of silver eyes of the woman behind her.

"Mom!"

She'd barely managed to slow herself down when she remembered her mom was pregnant with another sister. But she missed her.

"Hello dear." Her mom was so warm. Much warmer than Ruby ever remembered, though she couldn't say she minded. The girl felt her heart swell, and even though she didn't think there was a reason for her to, she felt her eyes grow wet with tears. She pressed her face into her mom's dress.

"I missed you, too, Ruby." Summer whispered, hand running through her daughter's. "Now how about you finish your lunch while I talk to Glynda, okay?"

Only too happy to do so, Ruby sat back down and devoured her food with renewed fervour. Her lunch might have turned to a mixed mush of everything she'd been given, but it still tasted like great mush, and if her mom was taking her around the city today, especially if Yang and Jaune were here. She'd need her energy.

As she focused on her meal, Ruby almost missed how her mother hissed into her scroll while the muffled voices of the deputy headmistress and her dad played background noise.

~TtT~

Raven was terrified.

Was she broken? Her pride told her that she hadn't. That she was still fighting even if she was giving ground in the short term. She was Raven Branwen. She'd lived a hard enough life that facing what this boy threw at her should have been child's play.

But she'd also never had to deal with being denied her power before.

Sure, there were times when she'd been much younger. From when her and Qrow's parents had just died and they'd been left to fend for themselves in that tribe of theirs. Raven had to quickly learn how to defend what they'd caught, what they'd ripped from the hands of outsiders or from those that couldn't keep it for themselves.

It had been the only way to survive those first few winters before they found themselves being sent to Beacon. Before aura, before the years-long training that had turned her into a huntress with few peers, she'd had her determination, and her strength of will.

And she wasn't sure if it was beginning to fail her now.

She was shaking. Her skin felt cold and clammy even as she could feel the unmistakable blaze of arousal building at the pit of her stomach. She was sure she was flushed, but it said something to her that even her arms were just the slightest bit pink as she held herself like a demure maiden waiting to be taken by her master.

What made it worse was that was exactly what she'd become.

They were in their rooms now. Master Jaune had taken a suite of rooms that made up almost the entirety of one of the floors.

So here she was, in the common room that connected all of the rooms of the floor, on her knees and naked except for her piercings and choker… Again.

Every instinct she had told her to flee. She wanted to. She swore to herself she wanted to. Even if it meant shaming herself by running into the streets bare, Raven didn't want to be here. She'd rather be dead than be here.

But she didn't move. She remained kneeling, remained watching. Her mouth parched and her body quivering in some shameful mix of fear and arousal that left Raven feeling so very small despite how physically imposing she should have looked before her daughter and their master.

Instead, she was on the floor with her hands rubbing against her thighs as she watched her daughter ready Raven's… punishment.

Her body ached while she did so. Her core clenched around emptiness, and the feeling of that emptiness loomed so large to her that Raven felt she was completely hollowed out. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and paired with the soreness of her body at holding her position for so long during the car ride here, she felt more tired now than at any other time in recent memory.

And still it gnawed at her. Hips jerking, searching for something, for anything that could dull the emptiness. Something that could fill her hungry, hungry pussy up and let the dense mass of energy unravel. Only her hands on her thighs gave her some sense of relief, but the tantalizing pressure of her hands and palms pushing down on thigh-meat only highlighted how empty the space between them was.

"Hngggg…"

Eyes clenched shut as her body shook again. The urge to close her legs and rub her thighs together overruled by the order of the master to kneel with her legs spread. Her weeping pussy created a new puddle beneath her on the polished wooden floors.

A metal bowl had been set in front of her. She'd almost expected it to have been a dog bowl, with the way they'd been talking on the ride here. Instead, it was bigger than that. Big enough for Raven to have her whole head inside it.

Her daughter, too, was naked as the day she'd been born. Though these days Raven had seen Yang more often than not without any clothes on her body. The girl was free of piercings - at least for now - and the only scrap of clothing she wore was her garterbelt. A garterbelt that strained from the weight of all the filled condoms hanging from them.

Each one must have been larger than her fist, and it boggled Raven's mind how her daughter managed to hide those under her skirts without getting caught. There… There were so many of them. To… to think all of those had been filled during the trip here. She'd seen them be filled on the way here.

Master's cock. Huge and hard and

But that only really served as a distraction from the feeling gnawing at the bottom of her stomach as she watched her daughter open the first of the condoms and begin emptying the contents into the bowl.

The smell hit her with the force of a hammer. Raven's head jerked back as the cold pit of fear turned into fire. She felt light-headed, and it became harder to breathe as she felt the pungency of it fill her lungs. Trembling fingers dug into the skin of her bare thighs as she tried to keep herself upright, and she took deep lung-fulls of the steamy air.

It plopped out like jelly, and despite how stuffed the condom was, Yang needed to coax it out by squeezing it from the sides if only so that it didn't make a sense and get all over the floor. Part of Raven wondered how long her daughter would be able to focus on keeping it neat because she didn't think the bowl would be able to hold the load from all of the condoms that the master had filled.

Especially since it looked about a quarter of the way full from just the first.

And she'd been right. It had taken three and a half bags to get the bowl to where it was threatening to overflow. The off-white liquid catching the light, and letting off wafts of what couldn't have been steam. It shouldn't have been steam.

But she could feel the heat from here. Feel it reflecting off her skin as the warmth from outside mirrored the fire within her nethers, her thighs.

Yang's own hands trembled as she stopped the rest of the fourth condom's contents from going into the bowl. And despite the haze that had settled upon Raven's mind, she saw how her daughter licked her lips, how lavender eyes gazed at the milky and thick sludge before turning to the condom in her hands.

Without hesitation, the girl lifted the thing to her lips and emptied its contents into her mouth.

Her daughter's hands were lifted high, her head kicked back. It was almost graceful how she did it: one hand held the back of the condom while the other pressed its contents towards her mouth.

The girl's throat bobbed with each swallow, her stomach visibly clenching as Yang turned pink from a full-body blush. Her hips, her legs, her whole body began to twitch as just the act of eating semen caused the girl to have a small orgasm.

Raven whimpered, scarlet eyes looking down to her… punishment.

"Go on, Raven." The master said, shadowed eyes looking down at her while he sat in a chair in the corner of the room. "Your turn."

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Yang had complicated feelings about watching her mother eat the master's cum.

She'd been in that position before. She still remembered the beer mug. The size of it, the heft. She could still feel the heat of his semen coming through the glass.

At the same time, Jaune's cum had become a staple part of her life now. She'd had days where she'd had more cum in her belly than anything else, sometimes more than even water. His cock was the first thing she'd put into her mouth every day, and sometimes the last thing she had before she'd pass out from exhaustion at night.

Even now, she could vaguely taste his musk on her tongue, feel the thickness of his essence pressing against the roof of her mouth or slowly, slowly creeping its way down her throat where it always left her feeling so terribly full. And when it wasn't being stuffed down her throat, it'd be filling her womb so thoroughly Yang would cum from how it stretched her baby room, or it would be sopping out of her stretched asshole.

It was as much food as the stuff her mom - Summer - would make her back on Patch, or whatever was placed by the other members of staff at the Chateau's dining table during the rare times she actually dined with the master.

Still, it didn't mean it was palatable.

From here, Yang could already feel the way it clawed at the back of her throat, how the smell of him made her want to gag. She'd never been with other boys, but she'd seen how cum looked from people in videos when her curiosity had gotten the better of her before she'd come to the Chateau. They weren't ever as thick or viscous… as condensed as the master's seemed to be. Closer to sludge than anything.

Yang knew what it was like. It squished about inside her mouth, and she could practically chew it before she swallowed. And even when she did, it went down slow, went down hard. It would have been easier to wash it down with water, but she was rarely ever given any.

Instead the master usually gave her more cum.

He always produced so much of it. Enough to fill every hole while glazing her skin and drowning her hair in the stuff several times a day. Part of Yang could still feel some of it close to the roots of her hair even as she saw how her mane now shone brighter than it ever had before she'd entered Jaune's service.

Jaune's cum was hot, molten almost. And because of how frequently she'd had her insides filled with the stuff, Yang could feel the radiating warmth coming from wherever he'd put it. Her ass, her tummy, her womb. Her womb especially, since it'd leave her unable to do anything but cum for hours on end sometimes.

And that wasn't even counting how it changed the way she thought about herself.

It was ever-present now. Some part of her body could always feel him, cock or cum. And that left him constantly in the back of her mind. A reminder of his ownership of her body, of her. Even now, she could still feel the heat of the cum she'd swallowed. Piping hot and warming her stomach.

These were his tits that were milked, his mouth that he used to keep his cock warm and wet, his ass he got to stuff full of cum, and his pocket pussy that could jerk him off without him having to move a muscle.

He'd certainly changed her to be to his liking. Her tits and insides reshaped so he could get more enjoyment out of her.

"Oooh…"

She shook as her hands drifted and pressed against the outside of her womb. Even the gentlest touch sent her spine tingling and her nether lips clenching around empty air. Idly, her other hand reached up to take a nipple and squeeze.

Warm milk dribbled out between her fingers, and she felt a full-body shudder take her.

Yang knew how hard it was to be forced to eat the master's semen, to live off of it, to constantly be aware that it was inside her, a part of her. As much a claim on her as the collar Raven now wore. She was intimate with how small it left her feeling, too. Used. Yang had gone from being a promising young huntress-in-training to a collection of holes and pleasurable flesh. A living, breathing toy.

So despite understanding her birth mom's situation, she couldn't help but relish in the sight of the woman that had abandoned her being made to eat so much of the master's cum.

Raven was struggling, scarlet eyes wide and fearful as she bent down and tried to lap at the cum without getting anything on her face.

A pointless endeavor as Yang knew, but it gave her a small amount of entertainment to see her birth mother try.

It wasn't easy for the older woman. The master had instructed her to keep her hands on her thighs, so she was supported almost entirely by her back. Any careless motion could send her straight down into the drink, dunking her head into a bowl of semen larger than her head was. Already, Raven was fighting back her whimpers as stray strands of her hair threatened to dip into the off-white slime.

Yang wondered how her mother would react to having the bowl upturned over her head, to see midnight locks glazed in white. The smell would stick, Yang knew. It'd come off, but it would take a lot of work.

She imagined running her hands through her mother's cum-soaked hair. Feel the thickness of Jaune's semen through her fingers as she brushed her birth mother's hair back and enjoyed the sight of her glued-shut eyes and how she had to breath through her mouth because her nostrils were clogged with semen. It'd run down her body, too. This was too much cum not to.

It was right there. Just a quick move and she'd have the bowl in her hands and the master's cum all over her mother.

The blonde slave licked her lips as she imagined it.

But the master hadn't had his fun yet! And - brothers - she'd been neglecting him.

And, when she turned to see him licking his lips with his eyes locked unto the sight of Raven and his cock throbbing in between his legs, she knew she'd been neglecting him too long.

Yang's womb lurched at the sight of the turgid flesh pillar. Her legs shook and her knees wobbled as her mouth went dry. The heat of his semen in her stomach spread to every corner of her body as a surge of affection welled up.

"Raven looks good eating cum, doesn't she, master?" She cooed, channeling Summer as she approached him. She'd tried to saunter, but her unsteady legs made it too shaky. Even her hands shivered as she reached out and ran her fingers up his bare thighs.

Immediately she caught how much hotter things got as she got closer. His skin and even just the air turned fiery as she came closer to his groin.

"An animal eating from her bowl." She whispered, pressing her cheek against his arm as she joined him on the loveseat, her thighs pressing against his own and feeling hotter than her semblance did at her most angry. "Exactly where she belongs, right? On her hands and knees, more a pet than anything else."

Jaune's cock jerked in her hand, and his blue eyes turned to her. Yang's mouth went dry as she saw the way his eyes seemed to glow with pleasure. He was smiling.

"You like the idea of that, master Jaune?" She hummed at the tingle that radiated up into her womb when she squeezed her thighs together. "From what mom's told me, Raven might as well be one."

It was hot, his cock. So hot she could have sworn the warmth was working its way up her arm now, too. And it was starting to weep precum, too. The clear fluid coming out like a slow-moving river from the hole at the top. Steady until her hand squeezed just behind the head.

She felt the urge to lick it up. Bending down, she did.

~TtT~

Jaune felt his hips jerk up at the feeling of Yang's scorching mouth enveloping his cockhead. He had to fight the urge to push her down further and make her take the whole length of him.

But the words she'd whispered to him bounced around his mind, and now that his blonde slave had bent down to suckle on his cock, his gaze was drawn back to the sight of Raven. Naked except for the collar, the darkness of it melding with the color of her hair. Her piercings too, though he couldn't see her clit from where he sat, the ones on her nipples glinted every now and then when they caught the light.

Wearing nothing save for those, bent down and eating from a bowl? Jaune had to admit he agreed.

His pet. Made helpless and dependent on him. Collared and being broken into obedience. Yes. He liked that.

Slobber and precum ran down his length and lubed up Yang's strokes, lathering his shaft and coming down to wet his balls as her other hand reached down to cup him.

"Oh… That's good, Yang." He groaned as his hand moved to the back of her neck, going beneath her hair and squeezing just enough to make sure that the girl knew he wanted her to keep going. The humm of understanding she gave him ran down his cock and up his spine, drawing a shudder of enjoyment from him.

With some hesitation, Raven's daughter forced herself down. All the way down.

He'd caught her gagging on him as she did so. Jaune was impressed at how much she was trying to fight it even though he'd make sure she wouldn't succeed. It added too much to his enjoyment of her throat to feel it clench around him suddenly when she couldn't handle his size there anymore, a stark difference from the consistent and well-trained hole Summer's esophagus had become since he'd started using her.

Once she hit his base, he kept her there, pressing down on the back of her neck and taking hold of her hair while he enjoyed the way her insides held him. How her tongue lathered at the side of his cock while the sound of her gagging filled his ears the same way it filled his member with joy.

The sound of gagging filled the air, joining the periodic whimpers he heard from Raven whenever the difficulty of what she was facing overcame her pride. It was nice, he had to admit to himself. Whimpers and moans were always nice to hear and the way they mixed only added to it.

Raven's voice was deeper, huskier. Definitely deep into the realms of the hot mom despite how little time she'd spent actually acting as one. Meanwhile, Yang's youth was apparent in her's. Higher-pitched even with a length of cockmeat lodged up in her voicebox. Still, he could feel how active a lifestyle she lived.

Only athletic lungs could inhale cock like this, after all.

Combined with the sight of a grown woman - a huntress of some infamy, in fact - naked and collared, and lapping up his cum like a dog would drink from their bowl, Jaune felt positively spoiled.

Then he let Yang up.

Her face was flushed, her eyes - First Flame, her eyes - were clouded and teary. He liked those. He liked seeing their eyes like that all the time. Unfocused, unseeing. Too preoccupied with the things they were feeling to register any of their other senses.

A trail of glistening spit connected Yang to his cock, a spider web of throatslime, precum, and drool that linked him to the depths of her throat. It still pulled at him, Jaune realized. An ever-so-slight tug that drew him back into Yang's cocksucker, and he was almost tempted to just take hold of her hair and drag her back down. To destroy that throat again like he'd done so many times before and give the girl an early dinner.

But she'd not be able to talk anymore if she did that, and he'd been having so much fun hearing what she had to say.

She coughed, catching her breath after spending more than a minute with only cock for air. Each heaving breath ghosting over his privates and jiggling the connection he had to her mouth. Her eyes closed as she got herself in order.

Idly, her hand still drew upon the slime connecting them and snapped the connection, though. Pulling it around his cock and beneath her hand as she continued the handjob, making sure Jaune never stayed too long without stimulation.

Good girl.

"I think you're onto something, Yang." He said once he was sure she could actually hear him. "She's really pet material, isn't she? She's naked, she's collared. She even has experience living like a wild animal."

He could hear the way Raven stiffened.

Yang did, too.

"Mom told me you lived out in the woods, hunting, scavenging." Lavender eyes narrowed as an almost cruel grin came upon Yang's face, "Killing." The girl almost giggled, or as close to it as she could manage with cock having just wrecked her throat. "And that sounds awfully lot like living like an animal, doesn't it, Raven? Pecking about like a bird."

The younger girl's hand began to pick up the pace, and Jaune could feel how the warmth of her body began to leech into his. It stood starkly against the almost frigid cold of the air conditioning of their newly-occupied suites and started a hot tugging around his lower abdomen.

Yang had even recovered enough to have her other hand start cradling and fondling his balls again, drawing a groan from him.

Raven, however, refused to look up to them. Instead opting to stay unsteadily hanging over the bowl of semen. She continued trying to lap at the cum that he'd shot out earlier that afternoon, though didn't seem to be making much headway on it at all. And she'd continued to do so even as the sound of Yang's handjob filled the air with wet slaps.

But Raven couldn't hide it, every time the smell of him made her choke or she'd gag on the feeling of his load sliding down her throat too slowly, or even the little whimpers she made as she undoubtedly got semen outside on her chin, or running down her into the valley between her tits.

And Yang caught it, too, though seemed more interested in tempting him than verbally debasing her mother any longer.

"I think she's trying to shut us out, master Jaune," she whispered to him, fire-scorched skin pressed against him, elevating the experience of her now well-trained hands. "More interested in her meal than her owner. How typical."

He could hear the grin in her next words, "But… Hmmm… I suppose she's starved isn't she, master Jaune? So far from her forest, so far from the new nest she'd built for herself after she'd run from ours… She flew so far."

Jaune could feel… something in the way Yang moved now. Her grip around his cock tightened and he felt her hesitate for just a moment as she peaked and her fingers were wrapped just below his glans. There was a shudder in them, and while he might have had an idea considering Yang's history with the woman that had carried and birthed her, Jaune didn't want to ask.

Instead, he listened.

"I want to see what she'd look like covered in cum, master Jaune," Lavender eyes looked at him, wide and almost awed. "I want to run my hands through her hair after you'd glazed it with cum. To… Ahhh… feel you between my fingers and rub you into her scalp. I… I… Hngg…" She shuddered, her tits beginning to leak as her own arousal started to take hold while her thigh was pressed more firmly against his own.

"Can you imagine it, sir?" She gasped, "Her eyes glued shut with semen, her face glazed with cum…"

He did. And he was looking at the most regular recipient of it right now.

Ever since he'd found out from Summer that Yang adored her hair, he'd made it a point to cover it in his cum. At least once a day he'd shower her with the stuff or make sure he came in it as she wrapped his cock with her blonde locks while pleasuring him. He'd forced her to take cum on her face or squish herself against Summer's pussy or ass right after he'd finished with the mother.

So to see her wanting the same for Raven…

"Oh Yang."

"Do you… Hmm… like that, sir?" The girl was panting now even as she asked him in a whisper, body turning pink just thinking about it. And Jaune could tell she was thinking about it. Her eyes had a hungry look in them he'd only ever seen in her when they were sparring - really sparring. "I've been wanting to dunk that head of hers into that bowl this whole time."

Jaune wanted that, too.

And Yang - once again - could tell.

So she put her foot on her mother's head and, at the same time as she put her lips around the crown of his cock, pushed Raven into the drink.

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Jaune groaned.

His legs shook as Yang choked herself on his cock.

It wasn't an exaggeration either. The sound of the girl's gagging filled the air as he felt her throat strain to contain him. Slather and spit would burst from between her lips and covered his crotch in a bubbly sheen while his balls were pleasantly embraced in her slime-slick fingers.

Even after all these weeks of lodging his cock into her mouth-pussy, Yang hadn't gotten much better at being able to hold down his cock. It was exactly as Jaune had wanted it.

This let her stand out from how he'd molded Summer. The girl's mother was well-trained. A veteran at fucking her face against his manhood and slurping up his cum when he wasn't half-drowning her in the stuff or knocking her unconscious from cock-based asphyxiation before he finished down her esophagus.

Summer's throat was smooth sailing despite the tightness. A spit-slick vacuum seal he could slide up and down his length while relishing the seamless movement. Jaune could even fully fuck himself against her face while she hung her head off the bedside and it would be pretty similar to fucking any of her other holes, with the added bonus that Summer could apply the techniques she'd learned over the years of serving as his only slave.

Yang, Jaune wanted to turn into his personal automasturbator. He'd already done so with her pussy. She'd squirm and twist and jerk her insides around his thickness without Jaune needing to do anything besides park his length inside her.

And it was the very act of spreading her insides outwards and rearranging her guts without having to move a muscle that sent the girl careening to her own orgasm, which only stimulated Jaune further as she clenched and shook for his entertainment.

The girl's mouth and throat were the same, the choking and the unconscious swallowing she'd do as his cock rested inside her cocksucker took him step after step towards his own completion without needing her to ever actually move.

It was never comfortable for Yang. Her face had turned red from just trying to keep her lips fused with the base of his cock. But that's exactly how he wanted her, and Jaune was feeling that now. His hips jerked as Yang clenched in a gag, pushing his pelvis upward in an attempt to send his length deeper down her tightening throat.

Jaune caught the gasp, the quick inhale of breath the girl tried to do as she shoved himself against her face. The girl got no air, though, and instead Jaune felt the vacuum strengthen as Yang tried to breathe in cockmeat and precum.

"Oh… Oh that is good."

Then he felt her draw him inwards again. Keeping her mouth pasted to his crotch even as his hips relaxed and dropped him fully back unto his seat. And then he felt her inhale him again, and again. Pulsing suctions now joined the arrhythmic squeezing of her throat as she began to truly suffocate on his length.

But Yang didn't pull up. Even though Jaune's hands were on the armrests of his chair as opposed to holding unto her luscious blonde hair while he held her down to his base, she held.

No, this was all her. Just as her foot remained determinedly on her mother's head to keep the older woman submerged face-first in a bowl of hour-old semen, Yang forced herself to remain glued to his cock as both she and her mother lost air for his entertainment.

He wasn't sure where this had come from. Yang was a headstrong girl, and Jaune had been on the receiving end of that whenever he'd had to fight her - really fight her - in the ring for the serious part of his training. He also got to enjoy that part of her when he was breaking her in, when he got to see how she fought even when he'd stacked the deck in his favor so much it was a surprise she could manage resistance at all.

Maybe it was misplaced pride, or a desire to be more like her mother now that Yang seemed to have accepted her situation as his toy. After all, Summer could suckle his cock for almost two full minutes before things even started becoming truly uncomfortable for her.

And Yang, ever the fighter, fought for the skills that Jaune had made sure she'd never truly be able to pick up. Struggled against her rebelling body to hold unto his cock even as reflexes demanded she push herself off the cock, even finding enough control to fondle his balls as she asphyxiated.

While having the wherewithal to keep her mother held down in a bowl of cum with her foot.

That took a surprising amount of control and discipline, which Jaune could admire, especially when it was all for his own benefit.

Suddenly, he felt Yang's body lurch as a thicker than usual wave of throatslime splashed against the bottom of his belly. Her body twitching and the hand she held around his balls stiffened right before she dragged herself off his cock with an almost pained moan.

Lavender eyes were glazed, thick strings of glistening spit connecting his length to the depths of her esophagus. Pained and raspy groans sent vibrations down the link and into his quivering cock right before Yang fell against him in the unmistakable throes of orgasm.

One that he could see was being shared by her mother below.

~TtT~

Raven's lungs burned.

Her face was submerged in lava, hot and viscous. Even when she'd gasped as her head was dunked in, she didn't think she'd gotten more than a gulp of the master's cum before her better judgement kicked in and she held her breath.

Lungs protested as she'd half-inhaled the jellied mass. Thankfully the sheer thickness of it had kept her from immediately drowning. It now half-clogged her esophagus as it made its slow way to her stomach, a stream of molten heat.

She couldn't move. Her hands refused to obey, refused to leave the trembling flesh of her thighs and give her the leverage to get her out of this situation. Neither did her legs, and her back just couldn't fight against the force of whatever foot was pushing her down.

It clung to her skin, she felt it in her hair, and some of it was starting to ooze into her nostrils and ears. Raven did her best to clench her eyes shut, but already she could feel some weight settling around them, the promise of gluing them shut.

But there was something there besides the fear, besides the anger and indignity that burned in her heart at being drowned in an oversized bowl of boy-semen and being helpless to do anything about it.

And it throbbed at her suffering.

Her core clenched, flush with warmth that spread outwards in a way that was so unlike her burning rage. She could feel hot juices running down her thighs, seeping into the crack of her quaking buttocks and pooling around her forelegs as she knelt.

Raven was drowning and she was aroused, excited even, by the prospect of drowning in off-white slime.

It ached between her legs and pulse after pulse of pleasure jolted up her spine in the now very familiar tightening of her core.

She could feel it, feel the proverbial spring getting coiled.

Then suddenly, she could breathe.

Air entered her lungs so violently she could taste the headiness of the master's cum alongside it as the musky air of the room finally hit her cum-glazed face.

Raven had only one thing to say:

"Cumming!"

Her body shuddered as her orgasm ran through her. Heat splattering all over the inside of her thighs as girlcum shot out from her with such intensity that it turned into a fine mist. She keened, and she felt in her very bones that her body wanted to thrash as her mind filled with clouds.

But the unspoken order she'd been given held, and Raven's hands remained on her thighs even as she arched backwards.

It hurt. Muscles pushed and pulled as her body both shattered and tried to keep itself together. But the pain only seemed to drive her further.

Raven shattered as the daisy-chain of pleasurable explosions intensified. It came and came like an echo from somewhere she couldn't place. Her whole lower half vibrated while she hung off it like windswept grass. If her eyes could open, she was sure they'd have rolled back into their sockets.

Her body hurt all over. Raven didn't know how long she'd been cumming. Instead she'd been focused on the muskiness of the master's semen, how it remained hot as it clung to her skin and she could taste it in every breath she took as she felt lightning jolt its way up from her pussy and into her brain.

She'd mumbled, she'd moaned. She whimpered and cried. Salty tears mixed with the sticky glaze, and the heat of it clung to her skin even as she felt some of it slide down her neck and into her hair.

By the time Raven had managed to recover even a semblance of herself, her body was aching all over, aching in places she didn't know she had. The thrumming of blood in her ears faded to a dull drumbeat as her blood stopped thundering in her veins, and the flame had softened to a simmer.

Not that it seemed to help much with her breathing. Her lungs still burned. This time with exertion rather than deprivation as even the very cum-stained air she inhaled made her have to actively fight the urge to cough. She just knew that doing so would make it worse.

So she spent the next few minutes - or what felt like minutes - focusing on not suffocating to death in open air. A large part of her wanted to wipe away the cum. Raven could already feel it seeping in between her tits and pooling in her belly button. Even if it was just her face so she could see, could breathe properly without having to taste the tang of cum on the tip of her tongue every time she breathed.

Her arms wouldn't obey, however. They remained glued to her thighs as she knelt in presentation of her shame.

Then Raven heard the pleased coo. It was Yang.

"She looks gorgeous like that, doesn't she, master?"

Her daughter had a smile on. Raspy and hoarse as her voice was, Raven was getting used to identifying a smile by the way the voice sounded. She didn't know when she'd started picking up on it, but Summer had been grinning so much since Raven had been trapped in the Chateau that Raven could just catch it now.

And Brothers was her daughter smiling. Her smile was so wide that Raven was so sure of it as she heard the sound of the master being given a sloppy handjob.

The plap, plap, plap of Yang's skin hitting the master's crotch and the little splashes of brother gods-knew-what on Raven's skin were difficult to miss. Molten droplets that shone almost as hot as the cum still covering her face and hair to her mind.

Already the fire in her womb was starting to warm at the idea of that no-doubt turgid cock being shoved into her.

"She… Ahhh… does." The master answered, voice shaking in what almost sounded like awe. "It… hmmm… suits her. Being covered in cum."

Yang hummed. In agreement or shared pleasure, Raven couldn't tell. Likely both. It mixed with the building pace of the girl's jerking of the master's cock.

"Though it's a shame your mother couldn't finish all of her food." The master half-moaned, half-laughed. "Why don't you help her?"

~TtT~

Jaune's cock throbbed as he watched Yang pounce on her mother.

Both were exhausted, he knew. They'd been linked until just now. All three girls felt the pleasure of the other. He doubted that Yang and Raven realized it, deep into their own sensations as they were, but Jaune was sure that Summer could tell. Even out and about with her daughter she must have.

He licked his lips thinking about how she might have cum. He was excited to ask her about it later.

As for the two before him, it had done a number on them. Yang, for all her enthusiasm, was clumsy enough that she'd almost knocked over the bowl when she'd moved in. She'd even slipped on the puddle Raven had made.

Not that Jaune could say he minded when he saw how the younger woman fell on her dark-haired elder, sweat and spit and cum covering their shining skin as it was rubbed between them.

"W-what… Gah!… Are you doing!?"

Raven's resistance was token at best. Her arms had been freed now, but instead of getting up the woman had fallen flat on her back when her daughter came upon her. The older woman's arms and legs were limp, twitching still in the aftershocks of her unraveling even as Jaune could see her sodden pussy continue to seep unto the floor.

Yang's answer was to press her mother to the floor and take a nice long… lick.A

And another. And another. Until the room was filled with the sounds of laboured breaths and smacking lips as Yang began to gobble up the cum off her mother's skin.

She went at it like it was a game, lapping at the bandit's cheeks like she might have an ice cream cone. Every now and then she'd slurp them up as one would through a straw, and even buried her face into her mother's cleavage to get at the little driver that had formed, or shoved her tongue into her mother's navel.

Raven squirmed, gasped, whimpered at the sensations. Her scarlet eyes had opened after Yang had suckled on her caked eyelashes and freed them from the glue his cum had become. Raven's gaze had turned vacant, exhausted, submissive, and all the protests that followed had been token at best. Performative.

"Haaaaah… Haaaaaaaaaah…" She gasped, body shaking and arms trying to flail, "No… Nooooooo…"

Jaune saw her tummy clench, her body jerk upwards in that unmistakable way that he'd become so familiar with. And if that hadn't been enough, he caught the river of girlcum that flowed from Raven, even that part of her now too exhausted to truly squirt.

Yang hadn't missed it, either. A triumphant giggle erupting from her lips and straight into her mother's neck as the blonde huntress-in-training bit down on her mother's throat while she groped the woman's pierced tits, drawing a pained wail from Raven.

The sight of it was hypnotic to Jaune. Two of his toys, their legs entwined, tits and pussies pressed together with his semen in between them. Him being the center of the both of them in spirit if not in practice while they lay broken before him for his pleasure.

It hurt to watch this. His cock now painfully hard, literally. He needed it shoved into these women, someplace soft and wet to embrace it, to worship it.

So he did, ordering Yang to get rid of the bowl of cum as he stood from the chair.

And, obedient little toy that she was, she did.

By upending it over her mother.

Not that Yang had been spared any of the mess. The jelly-like cock-sludge splashed off her mother's skin and unto her, pooling in the curves and crevices where their flesh met. Jaune had seen how some of it pooled in between their pressed-together breasts, thickened the already existing layer of sperm that had been the filling to the sex-toy sandwich the two had made.

Raven loosed a bubbly groan as some of the stuff splashed against her face but didn't fight it. Jaune didn't think she had any fight left in her, for today at least. She'd probably be as stubborn again by tomorrow, though.

At least he'd hoped she would be.

Lavender eyes looked at him, clouded with pleasure even as she grinned that smug grin she used to wear when she first started working for him. Even as his toy, it suited her.

"Can't let the master's cum go to waste." She leaned down to slurp up some of the sludge before she let it stream out unto her mother's forehead. Her hands made sure to rub it into the older woman's hair. "It's too precious."

The girl arched her back, pushed her mother down and leaned into her. It raised her pussy and ass up, making it the highest point of her body. Jaune could see how her pussy and ass both twitched and winked at him as cloudy juices seeped from her front hole.

Yang was turning into such a good girl.

So he rewarded her. Fucking her pussy first before doing as he always did with Yang and shoving himself all the way into the back of her womb. He pressed her down into her mother and felt Raven on the other side of his pet.

"Big!" The girl gasped as she gripped his length like a vice, arms and legs shaking uncontrollably as she came around his cock. "So big, master Jaune! Ah! Ah! Deep! Deeeeeeeep!"

And before he could cum, he would drag his cock out as quickly as he could and shove it down into one of Raven's holes. Pussy or ass, it didn't matter to Jaune so much as his pained erection was being worshiped by a living fleshlight.s

Where Yang was enthusiastic in her service, Raven was insensate. Her only answer was a nondescript groan and the trembling insides of a woman cumming against her will.

It was glorious. Jaune basked in the triumph of it as he fucked and tormented both girls for the next few hours. Drawing orgasm after orgasm from each of them before he came, himself.

And he didn't stop until Summer had come in through the suite's door, late into the night.

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“I’m still surprised both of you are here!”

Summer covered her smile with her hand as the three of them walked down the busy Vale streets. Ruby and Yang in the lead with her close behind. They were on their way to have breakfast at a cafe that Summer used to take them to whenever their little family stayed in Vale. She doubted that her little Ruby had gotten the chance to eat there in a while.

“Well master Jaune had some business to take care of her. We figured we’d check-in on you, too.” Summer answered as they crossed the street. She could already see the diner. A surprisingly large if cozy place that took up most of the ground floor of one of the high-rise apartments.

“Besides, I felt you might be feeling a little lonely.”

“I wasn’t lonely!” Ruby’s answer was quick, immediate.

And Summer could take it down with a look as her younger daughter’s eyes held unshed tears even as she pouted at her.

“Well I missed you,” Yang, ever dutiful, answered. Without giving the younger girl a chance, she grabbed Ruby by the arm and dragged them across the street as the crossing light turned green and made a beeline for the diner door. Lavender eyes sent Summer an understanding look.

Ruby didn’t stand a chance.

Her daughter was an unfortunate casualty in all of this. While Summer was certain that her master would eventually be interested in taking her younger daughter -- after all, why not have the whole set? -- she doubted that he’d been keen on having a young and impressionable girl wallow in loneliness as her entire family was systematically removed from her.

But this was the most convenient way to get Taiyang out of the way.

Summer had no illusions about her position. She was someone of interest in Ozpin and Salem's shadow war. Hells, she'd damn well almost been killed by it.

But so had the rest of her team. Qrow, Raven, herself, and even Tai.

So anything suspicious happening to her husband was going to be looked into. Even if it was just because he'd been her husband and Summer was a Silver-eyed Warrior. But not only was he that, Summer knew that Ozpin used her husband as a way to keep an eye on promising candidates that were going to be heading to the academies.

Which meant Tai needed to stay where he was: in Ozpin's service.

And what better way then for him to be hit by an overwhelming case of wanderlust? Beacon's headmaster wasn't going to say no when the number of his field agents suddenly doubled.

Poor Summer and her daughter, suddenly ignored by her husband while he tried to recapture his glory days with his best friend.

Qrow had been caught in between, of course. He was so damn happy to have his best friend back instead of him being stuck on Patch, but he also couldn't bear what was happening to his nieces.

The man had tried to be there for Summer. He'd called her more than once in the last few weeks. How he managed to sneak time between each mission, Summer didn't care to find out.

Not that he could do anything unless he suddenly decided to stop working. Which he hadn't, much to Summer's relief.

Her telling Tai she wanted a divorce was going to look almost too perfect. She couldn't do it yet, but once he'd been neglectful for long enough, once Qrow started mentioning even the students had noticed, she'd make her move.

As for how she was going to deal with Ozpin looking for her after she'd start living full-time at the Chateau -- because he would, she knew. Jaune would handle that. He hadn’t given her any specifics, but considering how the Chateau practically had magic coming off the stones, Summer had a very good idea.

But now wasn’t the time for her to think about that. This was about Ruby, and the master had even given Yang the day off so that they could focus on her spending that time with her youngest. A new development as this had to be the first time that Yang had been separated from the master for any length of time after Summer had first handed her daughter over to him.

Well, she supposed that this was one of the big advantages of having Raven around. This way the master wouldn’t have to deal with not having access to any of his slaves while she and Yang could have a lovely day out.

The diner was about the same as she’d remembered. It looked a little more busy than usual, and there were certainly more families than there usually were. But it was a ‘busy’ that almost felt like coming home to Summer. She exchanged a smile with the waitress at the bar, a quick swapping of news and a very quick point in the direction her daughters had rushed off to.

So many familiar faces, and Summer had no shortage of questions thrown her way now that she was making her first appearance here after almost two months of not swinging by.

How are the kids doing? Still attending Signal?

Still working in that mansion place out of town?

Recovery going good, Summer?

How’s the husband? Is it just you three?

Taken out any Grimm lately? Don’t think those injuries seem to have slowed you down any!

She’d had to wave them off, but not without a smile and sometimes a conspiratorial wink to make it look like she wanted to keep it a secret… for now .

It hadn’t been hard at all. Summer had built a reputation as the ‘cool mom’ with just about everyone they’d met, and any evasiveness on her part could have been blamed on her just being coy or  having a bit of fun.

It was largely in part to the fact that it had been true. Summer had been the cool mom. Even among her contemporaries from the Signal kids, Summer had seen more action than just about any huntress in the Kingdom of Vale at the height of her career, baring perhaps her teammate Qrow who continued to rack up accolades after she’d retired due to her injuries.

But really, the person closest to her now might have been Glynda, and that woman was too busy being stuck in Beacon to do much of anything else.

So she’d been greeted like a folk hero, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Summer felt it. The mom, the huntress, the hero slipped back into her skin like she’d never left it.

It felt good.

And it hadn’t just been her that seemed to enjoy the attention. Summer could see the huge grins on Yang and Ruby’s faces as they watched her talk to everyone, and only after the last of them had said their hellos and goodbyes did they really settle down into their booth.

Breakfast was a little more peaceful, as the three of them ordered what they wanted -- with Ruby getting extra cookies from the diner’s in-house bakery as a reward for being such a well-behaved girl at Beacon. They’d been given their peace, too. Not even the regulars that came in after bothering them while they took their meal.

“You’re really eating a lot, mom!” Ruby commented. Wide, silver eyes looking at the spread that her mother had gotten, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat this much.”

And her daughter had been right. Summer looked down to the full Fry-up she’d ordered, as well as the two stacks of pancakes and the extra side of hashbrowns. Almost double of what each of her girls had gotten, and both of them were growing girls in combat schools!

It was then that she realized that Ruby didn’t know. A bit of news that she’d been so… preoccupied to be able to tell her younger daughter.

So, as she nursed her breakfast -- perhaps the first real breakfast Summer had gotten in days since cum had become a large part of her diet -- Summer broke to Ruby the news.

Of course, the girl was ecstatic.

“I’m gonna be a big sister!”

And that excitement was contagious. Both her and Yang grinning wildly and Summer didn’t miss the glitter in her older daughter’s eyes as she and Ruby talked about how they’d take care of their new sister. The games they’d play, and all the things they could teach her once she started attending Signal.

“We might even get to be a team after we graduate!” Ruby cheered after she swallowed a mouthful of butter-covered waffles, “The Roses!”

“The Xiao-longs!” Yang argued back, behaving about as mature as the youngest of them.

“But there’ll be more Roses with our new sister!”

“The Xiao-Roses?”

Summer could only laugh, even as a small part of her felt the dropping pull of shame in the pit of her stomach. Because she loved her children, even the little one that was growing inside her, and she knew that things were going to be rough while the divorce happened.

Her daughters deserved happy childhoods. Ones filled with love and nurturing affection. A divorce like what she had coming -- even if it was practically an amicable one -- was going to be devastating.

It was going to be perfect.

Ruby would be left heartbroken. It wouldn’t be sudden, but perhaps the certainty of it was going to be the real horror of it. Because Ruby would be able to feel it. To feel the loss of love between her and Tai. Summer’s youngest was a smart little thing. She was quite sure that Ruby could already feel it now.

And there wasn’t going to be anything that her younger daughter would be able to do about it.

Summer was already making plans for what would happen after, too. They’d likely get to keep the house on Patch. Mostly so that the girls had somewhere to stay while they attended since Signal didn’t really have dorms so much as worked with landlords on the island to rent rooms out for long-distance attendees.

Holidays would all be spent at the Chateau. Perhaps even weekends, too. The plan was for the Chateau to become their real home after, especially since Summer’s work was already tied to Jaune’s service. It would only get better once the girls start attending Beacon, where Summer and Raven would be left to the Master’s tender mercies while the girls were away.

And when the birds came home to roost between terms? Well, Summer would have to see what the master had planned.

Though it did beg the question of whether or not Yang still needed to attend Beacon at all. Ruby was to be Summer’s successor in the eyes of Ozpin and his little war. While Yang may have been an honor student, she wasn’t exactly necessary to continue facing Salem and her ilk.

Perhaps Jaune would consider having Yang with them full-time.

Yang had already been broken. Summer had no illusions about it. She'd seen how servile the headstrong girl had become, going so far as to willingly choke down the master's cock even though every instinct of her body told her to pull back for air.

Gone were the days of Yang trying to fight back. Of the girl that wept as her prized hair was defiled by the master's cum and she'd been made to rub it in afterwards. Who thought she could get back at him in the ring during training.

Yang now reveled in the master's ministrations.

Summer had lost count of the times she'd woken up to her eldest pressing down on her womb first thing in the morning. The girl squatted at the foot of Jaune's bed as he slept, jelly-like semen spurting out of her twitching pussy lips as the blinde girl came.

Once, then twice, sometimes three times before her girl was too sore to continue. If not for her aura, Summer was sure the girl's belly would be covered in bruises from how hard she'd been pressing her hands against it.

It was usually just in time for Jaune to wake up from the morning blowjob Summer gave him.

And after he'd cum once? Yang had a very conveniently-placed, conveniently prepared pussy that was sloppy and tender and just begging to be filled.

“Mom?” Came the voice, Ruby’s voice, “Mom!”

Silver eyes blinked as Summer was brought back to the present. Her daughters were more than halfway through their meals, and it seemed that she’d completely lost herself to her own thoughts.

“Yes, darling?”

“What’re you going to name her?”

That… was a good question. Summer hadn’t thought of what she was going to name her third daughter.

Perhaps she’d consult with the child’s father?

And as she deftly evaded her daughter’s question using the time-honed skills of a mother of two, Summer considered how she’d broach it with master Jaune later.

Meanwhile, her thighs squeezed together beneath her skirts as she felt the very distinct slickness between them.

~TtT~

Raven groaned as the world came back to her.

Her whole body was sore, worked over. The former huntress felt like she’d been rolled flat and folded before it was done to her again, and again, and again.

She’d been reminded of a pastry she’d once seen Tai try and give her long ago, ones that had ended up being eaten by Summer after Raven had summarily rejected them. Qro had shaken his head and told her she ought to lighten up.

Not that any of that mattered now.

Jaune had used her thoroughly after Raven had nearly drowned in semen. Much of it had blurred together as the day had dragged on into the night and Summer had gotten back.

She’d been fucked in every hole, glazed with enough cum that she could still feel it now. Her hair clung to her skin and had a stiffness to it that she really didn’t want to dwell on.

But she couldn’t ignore the stickiness in between her legs. The heat.

A big part of her wanted to squirm as the molten sliminess of the master’s cum plopped out of both her holes. Jelly-like and thick, it pooled beneath her and left the sheets sticky.

It also connected to the heat inside her. She’d been so filled that her entire lower body still felt the heat. From the entrance to her holes all the way to her gut, with her womb being so stuffed it warmed like a thrumming core.

Raven shivered, and tried not to think about how pleasant she found it.

Jaune had fucked her on the floor of the sitting room outside, stuffed his cock in between her thighs while Yang had held them closed. Raven could still remember cumming, feeling her juices lubricate the space between her legs as Jaune’s cock drove in and out of the hot and sodden gap. Meanwhile, Yang had been content to sit on her face while she’d suffocated on pussy.

Half-limp hands came to rest on the spot of her tummy where Jaune had shot is cum. She could still feel the ghost of it, and she didn’t mean the crusted layer that had remained after it had dried.

After that he’d fucked her against the couch, and taken her ass after he’d kicked her to her knees at the threshold to his room. Yang had egged him on whenever she wasn’t actively participating.

By the time Summer had come into the room, Raven was in a haze of arousal and pain. She wasn’t sure what position she’d been in, or even if she had already been moved to Jaune’s bed.

She’d turned into a toy in truth. Directed by the master or Yang or Summer, and she’d obeyed. Raven had licked, or sucked, screamed, and came. And she came many, many times. How her heart hadn’t exploded from it, she didn’t know.

This… this was going to be her life now, wasn’t it? A toy for a cruel boy with more power than anyone his age could be trusted to use responsibly. Raven had been turned into a collection of holes that he could use and as some sort of twisted revenge for Summer to have after she, too, had been corrupted by this boy’s whims.

Raven couldn’t run. She couldn’t fight. And from the amount of control that the master had already displayed, she doubted she could die unless he wanted her to, either.

“Good morning, Raven.”

Chips of ice glowed from behind the shadow of the door before he stepped into the room.

The master was dressed in the same robe he’d worn when she’d last remembered being able to see clearly before the fucking had turned her into an animal.

“Wh-where…” her throat was dry, “Where are the other two?”

“Summer wanted to take little Ruby out for breakfast. I figured they could afford to take the day off.” He came closer to the bed as he spoke, creeping up until he was looming over her. The smile he sent her sent a chill up her spine. “Besides, I have you for company today.”

Run , her mind screamed.

Instead she groaned as her body protested, aggressively, when her body did try to move.

“I suppose the aura hasn’t healed you completely yet after what we put you through, huh?” Jaune cooed, leaning over her as he half-sat on the bed. Raven could feel the heat of his hand as he began to rub her thigh.

She could feel the way it lit the furnace of her core, too, and she whimpered.

“ Haaaaaaaah… ” The woman bit her lip, tried to hold it in.

Instead she moaned out the question: “ Whyyyyy? ”

“Because I like seeing strong women brought low.” Her master answered without missing a beat. Jaune leaned even closer, until his body was pressed against hers, rich silk brushing against clammy skin that was starting to turn slick with sweat.

“Look at you, Raven. You used to be a bandit queen, a huntress, a Maiden. ” Jaune was not taller than her. So instead of whispering to her ear, he was leaning up at her from her shoulders.

But it didn’t stop Raven from feeling so very small as he toyed with her.

“You’re supposed to be the pinnacle of what humanity can become. Powerful in magic and might. But now I can do this-”

Fingernails dug into her thigh, pushing down on tired flesh that her aura had only begun to heal. Her aura shattered with the force of it.

Pain.

Raven came.

Her back arched, but was forced back by Jaune. His other hand forced her down even as her body shattered beneath his grasp and Raven’s mind blanked out. Girlcum and semen squirted from between her legs, Jaune’s loads from the last night shooting out from her pussy and ass both and spattering against the inside of her thighs, her calves, her toes.

When she’d finished catching her breath, the puddle of cunt-syrup had turned hot and fresh. Raven collapsed back into the stained sheets.

“And you put on a fun show. This is why, Raven. The fall . You had gone from such a high, but now you’re going to be living your life as little more than a toy for me.” He shrugged, “Besides, I want to make sure I have company whenever Summer has to take care of her kids while they’re at school.

“Revenge on you was a convenient excuse.”

“So… Ahhh… I’m… I’m just a replacement?” Raven rasped. Her lungs ached the way her muscles did even as she felt her core sputter up again. The master hadn’t stopped caressing her, even the other hand that had kept her pressed against the bed was drawing gentle circles on her distended belly. “For… For Summer?”

Jaune laughed before pressing a kiss against her shoulder.

“I’ve done some different things to each of you, you know. To keep things fresh for me.” His voice had turned into a hiss, a hiss where Raven could hear the proud grin he wore as he bragged about the things he’d done to them.

Her master talked, then. Talked about how Summer would be lactating even if she hadn’t been pregnant. How she could cum from giving him a titjob, being milked, or breastfeeding. How he’d removed her gag reflex so her throat would be a smooth fuck like he was customizing something.

In retrospect, perhaps he was.

Yang had been made into a ‘painslut,’ he called it. Someone that’d get off on being hurt. Jaune joked that it made perfect sense for her after he’d found out what her semblance had been.

This was on top of him warping her insides so her womb would become her most sensitive spot, and her pussy could pleasure him without his having to move.

He hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d referred to them as toys. They were being altered to suit his needs. The three of them had been people. People that had their own wants and dreams, their own freedoms.

“And me?” She asked, voice low enough that Raven wasn’t sure if she was actually doing it.

“You?” Jaune laughed, the hand at her belly moving up and down as it traced the bulge left by his cum, “I wanted you to be incapable of ever fighting back ever again. Strength was such a big part of how you defined yourself from what Summer had told me.”

The functional removal of her aura, looking away her Maiden powers, and even taking control of her Semblance.

“But that life’s behind you now. All of it.”

Dread and arousal didn’t belong together, but that was exactly what Raven was feeling.

“You’re never going to be away from me. That’s your place in life now, and I don’t want you to feel like a person. I want you to remember that you’re just a toy.

“A thing.

“So you’re going to feel everything that’s done to you. And it’s all going to feel amazing. So amazing you’re going to just completely lose control of your body.”

Then he lifted his hand and drove it into her gut.

And Raven shattered into a million pieces.

Chapter Text

As far as Ruby was concerned, the rest of the afternoon had been magical.

When lunch was done, they'd gone off to see the newest Professor Who movie. And it had been one that Ruby had been looking forward to seeing since she'd seen the first trailer for the film. It wasn't every day that the old one retired and the new one took their place, after all. This movie was the last one for the current Professor, the same one that Ruby had known since she'd first seen the show as a kid more than ten years ago.

They were getting too old now, and even Ruby - young as she was - could see it. And the Professor always regenerated into a new body from what she'd read when she first heard about the movie. It was time for this one to do the same.

"It was awesome!"

She cheered as the three of them made the walk out of the theatre.

Ruby had known that there were a lot of people waiting for the movie. Even some of the older students she'd met at Beacon had been talking about it, so she was sure that it was going to be busy at the theatres today, especially since it was opening week. And she'd been right! The lines went all the way around the block.

But instead of balking at the lines and deciding to go somewhere else, her mom told them that she'd gotten them places elsewhere.

Only to take them to a different part of the theatre. The part with bigger seats and fewer people. The part she'd only ever heard about from her more well-off classmates and never seen herself.

Her mom had winked at them.

"Master Jaune felt bad that you'd been cooped up in Beacon all by yourself. All of today is his treat."

And she'd loved it. She was glad to have been able to see the Professor she grew up with retire, and see the new one that replaced him. She was looking forward to seeing the next season later this year.

It was getting late in the day now. Not quite sunset, but she could see people winding up and down the street, much of the smaller crowd that shared the movie house with them dispersing.

Ruby and Yang were completely lost in talking about the movie. She only caught little bits from the other kids while the two of them followed her mom.

She'd only realized they had arrived at the same hotel her mom had been staying at when they arrived.

"I just need to check on master Jaune before we go, in case he needs me for anything while we're getting dinner. You two behave, okay?"

Ruby couldn't help but roll her eyes with as much intensity as her sister waved their mother's worry off. They were both teenagers now! Both of them attended combat schools, too! They knew better than to cause trouble these days.

"So, Rubes," Yang turned to her after the both of them sat down at the long couches that ran along the full length of the lobby, looking more than a little out of place not only with how casual they looked, but also how young they were. Ruby didn't miss how they were the only kids there. Though no one seemed to mind them much, either, "You getting bored at Beacon?"

~TtT~

A small part of Summer had been worried as she took the elevator up to their suite of rooms.

Nothing serious, of course. She doubted that anyone or anything was going to be making an attempt at master Jaune while they were in Vale. Though she belatedly realized that she wasn't even aware of any enemies the family had, much less anyone that would have wanted to hurt master Jaune directly.

That… wasn't acceptable, was it?

Summer remembered Salem, remembered the Grimm Queen's shadow war with Ozpin. The same shadow war that had consumed most of her adult life, had forced Raven away from Taiyang, and had damn well near ended Summer's life.

Nothing she'd seen since entering Jaune's service had implied that he might be involved with it, but she hadn't been blind to Jaune's blatant use of magic. Magic that, from what she'd learned during her time working for Ozpin, was supposed to be something only he and Salem had. At least not counting the Maidens.

And Summer was more than certain that her master wasn't a woman. She was too pregnant with his child to be.

Which meant that he was either tied to the war, or something else entirely.

If it was the former, Summer doubted he was involved with Ozpin. While most of the headmaster's contacts were kept relatively hidden, she doubted he'd have kept them particularly hidden considering the resources at their disposal and what that would have meant for Ozpin's war effort.

Which meant that if he was part of the war, he'd likely be tied to Salem. Which made some sense except for the fact that Jaune could wield magic, and from what Ozpin had told them and from what Summer had seen in her various fights against Ozpin's agents, Salem wasn't one to share her power.

So the Arcs might be something else entirely. Something that neither Salem nor Ozpin could control or were even aware of. The issue now was figuring out which it was, and whether or not it was going to be a concern.

Because Summer knew that magic was very rare in Remnant today, and what little of it left in the world is being fought over fiercely. She'd seen how the two immortals did so over the maidens.

And if the Arcs are all as magically-mighty as their heir was, they would be of plenty interest to the two immortals. And if the rest of master Jaune's family was the same, would his children?

Idly, Summer put her hand on the growing bulge of her pregnant belly. It was warm, warmer than usual. Comfortably so.

On the walk from the elevator door to their suite, Summer decided she was going to need to have a serious conversation with their master about it soon. And she might need to start thinking about security, or at least talking with the head of it for the Chateau.

She refused to lose her master. Summer felt the warmth of her growing child - master Jaune's child - seem to grow in response, and that tightened her resolve further.

A resolve that transformed into hunger as she walked in on Jaune continuing to enjoy himself with Raven.

Jaune was on the couch, legs spread wide and naked except for the open robe he'd come to favor whenever they spent an extended amount of time in their hotel rooms.

Not that Raven was clothed either. Bare of anything except her skin-tight choker, her friend looked much like how Summer or Yang would whenever they were here. Master Jaune didn't need them to wear much of anything when bare flesh served plenty.

Perhaps they'd need to start doing more costumed play in the future. She'd look into asking him about it.

Raven knelt between the master's legs, dark hair falling down like a waterfall between her shoulders. She gasped, shuddered. Those same shoulders quaking as her whole body vibrated with pleasure.

Her tits were held in front of her, pressed together by hands that looked like they could barely hold on. Between Raven's cleavage was the master's cock. Wet with slobber and weeping precum as Raven gave their master a tit-job.

Summer couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of it as she crept closer. Raven's titflesh overflowed from between her fingers and above her grip like a muffin-top as she squeezed herself against the master's fuckpillar. In the weeks since Raven's changes had started, her tits had grown several cup sizes already, and Summer knew that master Jaune wasn't done growing the other woman's tits yet.

Part of her wanted to see how big he'd leave them as she saw the pale flesh shining with Raven's spit and the master's slime-like precum.

There was an appeal to leaving them too big. To leave the woman with the penchant for running away simply unable to get up from how big her tits were would have been comical. Beautifully ironic, really. But she counted that the master would have found that as enjoyable as Summer did. After all, it would have been entirely too easy for him to just do the same to Summer had he wanted to, and he'd had ample time to do that in the years she'd been in his service.

But it was entirely possible to still have them be too large for Raven to ever be able to properly fight again. Very much possible since Jaune didn't seem too keen on making use of Raven's Semblance unlike Ozpin had been, and even then he didn't need Raven to be really able to get up to make portals. Master Jaune just needed to let her use her Semblance.

Summer was going to have to see. And boy was she going to enjoy the whole process.

"Feels… good…" Raven was panting. Scarlet eyes completely clouded by pleasure as she shakily tried to jerk the master off using her lubricated tits, "So… Ahhhh… Hot!"

The bitch was leaking. Summer didn't miss the puddle that Raven knelt in, or the glistening lines of quim that flowed freely from her spread lips. It left the space between her legs a sodden web of sticky juices before they dripped down the inside of her thighs.

Ass clenching, thighs tensing as Raven's body fought the urge to squeeze them together for some form of relief. Likely an order from the master.

"It's like… It's like… I can feel it fucking me." She babbled, her whole body briefly looking up as a wave of pleasure shot up from her untouched pussy. "Fucking my insides while you fuck my tits."

Raven smiled. Raven smiled. A broken smile. A defeated smile. A smile Summer recognized. Because she'd seen it in the mirror the same day she'd surrendered herself to Jaune completely.

Softly, worshipfully, Summer pressed her lips to her master's ears and whispered, "You did it."

Jaune answered her by reaching down, taking Raven's nipple piercings in hand and yanking them.

"Cumming!"

Raven's back arched forward, body following Jaune's pulling as scarlet eyes rolled up in their sockets. Spit sprayed from her mouth as the woman babbled, calling out that she was "Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!" nonstop while her tongue lolled out and her skin shone with sweat. Pussy shot out girlcum with such intensity it splashed against Summer's outfit. She'd need to get changed now.

The master, however, didn't let up. Using his control over Raven's tits, he pulled her tits together and dragged them up and down his length like some makeshift cocksleeve as he thrust up into them from below.

Red, angry, and throbbing with need, Jaune's cockhead stuck out and towered over Raven like a skyscraper. It covered her friend's face and let Summer focus on the most important thing before her: Her friend couldn't completely cover the master's cock. Even with the growth to her tits, Raven could barely manage half.

But Summer could't fault Raven for it. Summer couldn't cover much more than that, either.

Teamwork. That's what they needed.

And before she knew what she was doing, Summer had taken control of Raven's tits to continue jerking the master off while the upper half was plunged into the sloppy depths of Summer's mouth and throat.

Heat suffused her, spreading from her womb and the cock in her mouth both. Summer could have called it comforting really. Even more so when she pushed herself down enough that she could feel Raven's tits pressing against her cheeks.

Without thinking, Summer tried to speak, to tell her master that he could focus on feeling good of having to pleasure himself with Raven's tits. Mouth filled with cock as it was, all that Jaune would have felt was the vibrations of her gullet against his turgid flesh.

But that didn't stop her from doing what she'd said she'd do, hands reaching up and taking hold of Raven's breasts, pressing not only those more tightly together, but using her leverage to push Raven forward so the place between her tits could rub against the bottom of Jaune's cock. Elevate his pleasure.

"Gaaaaaaagh!" All the while, Raven continued to cum. The other woman's body shook as Jaune's pleasure amplified. His groan mixed with the symphony of moans that filled the air and the blood thundering in Summer's ears. "It… It's not stopping… Oooh… Cumming!… Cumming again!"

Raven's body shook in Summer's grip, and Summer did her best to make sure that master Jaune felt that. All while she continued to go gluck, gluck, gluck, as she tried to coax him into releasing his cum into her mouth. To feed her the appetizer for the coming dinner with her daughters.

And when master hissed, when his cock throbbed in her mouth and hot slime began to flood it, Summer wept in victory.

~TtT~

"You did it."

She was on the floor next to Raven. Her cheek pressed against the inside of Jaune's thigh as she leaned against him and continued to watch the show. Girlcum soaked into her skirts, and a part of Summer enjoyed the feeling of the cloying warmth creeping up her legs as it happened. She'd need to change before she went down, though.

Raven's eyes remained blank. Half-lidded. Summer could see how exhausted her friend was. Her movements were slow and languid. Despite it, her mouth remained at work, sucking and licking up and down the master's shaft when she wasn't slathering his expended balls with spit.

But Jaune wasn't going to be done with Raven, though. Not with how his penis continued to throb as Raven pleasured him.

"She fell faster than even Yang did." Summer reached out to touch her friend. Raven quivered at the contact, and there was a softness to her that Summer just hadn't ever felt from the woman before. Her hand ran up and down Raven's naked back, hair half-plastered to her sweat-slick skin.

There was an ethereal beauty in the sight of this. Different from seeing her reduced to an overstimulated wreck, or unable to control herself as Jaune forced her body to act. Raven was willing, compliant, obedient. Her mind might not have been all there right now, lost as she was in cumming from having her tits fucked, but she still remembered what was most important for them now:

Jaune's pleasure.

And he hummed in approval as Raven took his balls in her mouth, "It's… Ahhh… amazing what changes when you take away everything."

One of his hands landed on Summer's head, and a trill of delight burst from her lips. She shivered as the happy feeling ran down her spine. Every one of her instincts told her to close her eyes, to focus on how good it felt to have her master's approval. She wanted to press herself against his thigh, kiss it, bury her face in it.

But she didn't want to take her eyes off Raven. Sexy Raven. Submissive Raven.

Even now she was still leaking. The puddle of juices grew while her hands did nothing to pleasure herself. She didn't even have them on her thighs because of how Jaune had turned those into erogenous zones, instead placing them over her womb.

"Hmmm…" Summer mewled as she teased at those same thighs. And she felt how Raven shook at the touch, the humm from her mouth vibrating Jaune's balls and drawing another pleased groan from him. "No powers, no autonomy. No one in the world who can help her or find her."

The little bird. Trapped in a cage with a monster, trapped in a cage of her own body. Alone. Impotent.

"She knows her place," With his other hand, Jaune reached out and twined his fingers through Raven's hair. A yank had her pulled off his balls with an audible pop and a webbed-strand of throatslop connecting her to it. "And she's understood that this is her future now."

Jaune turned around to press Raven's head against the seat of the touch. His cock was shoved into her mouth moments later.

"You… Ahhh… three… Ahhh… have fun." Master Jaune said as he waved Summer off, eyes only briefly going to her and taking in the sight of her slumped against the chair with her face warm from excitement and her nipples hard enough to cut through her shirt. There was a flash of desire in his ultramarine eyes, and Summer was almost tempted to surrender to it.

But she was a mother, and she had responsibilities. Besides, it was coming dinner-time, and the master had decided it was time to feed his pet bird.

As Summer moved to get up, though, she thought of something. Thought of something that her master might love.

So she walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his torso as he thrust himself with wild abandon into Raven's mouth as her friend came her brains out from being used. And she whispered…

~TtT~

"Sorry that took a while, the master needed some help with something before we left."

Ruby's mom walked out of the elevator dressed in a completely new dress. Not completely formal, but definitely nicer than the clothes she'd been wearing when they'd come up. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail that swished back and forth with each step.

"We made a bit of a mess, so I had to change, too." She sent both her and Yang a wink, "Now, are the two of you hungry?"

"Yes!" Ruby cheered, hopping off the couch as she wrapped her arms around her mom when the woman was close enough, "How about you, Ya-"

Her sister had frozen. Lavender eyes wide and unseeing as she sook while slowly standing up.

"Yang?"

She blinked, shook her head. Flushed.

"Are you okay?"

Her sister's breathing looked laboured. Like she'd suddenly run a marathon like they did at Signal.

"I… I think…" she stammered.

But their mom seemed to have other things planned, "Let's go for dinner, shall we?"

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Summer couldn't take her eyes off of Yang for the entirety of their time at dinner.

Oh she managed to keep Ruby preoccupied. What kind of mother would she be if she couldn't even manage that? Still, it was hard to not keep close attention to her eldest even as the three of them talked about the movie and the things that Ruby had seen at Beacon.

There was something beautiful about the way her Ruby's eyes sparkled as she talked about the great hallways, the greenery of the school grounds and all of the workshops they had available. Glynda had been kind enough to show Ruby around every now and then, likely to just keep the girl preoccupied so she was less likely to get up to mischief with most of the students gone for the summer.

Yang was doing her best to pay attention, too, Summer was sure. Lavender eyes were wide, her face flushed and the older girl's expression was just a little too stiff.

But Summer knew the truth of it. She knew the truth of it, and that's exactly why she couldn't look away.

Raven had surrendered. She'd barely put-up a token resistance as far as Summer was concerned, but she still had. Going from resisting to fucking herself unconscious on Jaune's leg like a dog before being completely dominated just today.

Summer could still remember watching Jaune fucking Raven's tits. The look on her old friend's face as she came without anyone touching her pussy. A hands-free climax that came from serving.

Finally Raven understood her place, and Jaune was celebrating it. Enjoying some one-on-one time with his newest pet to fully break her in just like he'd done with Summer and then Yang when they'd first entered his service.

And Yang, darling Yang, was going to be feeling everything that the master was doing to her biological mother.

Her daughter's skin was shining. Not quite slick with sweat yet, but she was certain that Yang would be getting there soon. The girl's body shuddered periodically.

Summer wondered what was happening back in the room right now. She didn't think the master was fucking Raven's pussy or ass right now. It was very unlikely that Yang would have been able to suppress her moans if Yang could feel her mother's womb being crushed by Jaune's massive cock.

No, her eldest daughter would have cum on the spot.

Yang swallowed, eyes suddenly wide and alert as a hand flew up to cover her mouth. She squirmed, swallowed.

Ah. Well, Summer supposed that Raven had to be eating right now, too. Nevermind that they'd already given her something to… chew on when Summer had given Jaune this idea in the first place.

But she also knew how much Jaune seemed to like fucking their mouths. She wasn't entirely sure why that was the case.

Summer had a few ideas, however. After all, she'd seen both Yang and Raven choke on the master's cock, seen their eyes glaze over or roll back into their skulls as Jaune's musk filled their lungs before he locked-up their airways with fuckmeat and clouded their brains with his scent.

And Summer could only imagine how it must have felt, having their throats squeezing down on his cock as their lungs tried to take in air only to draw his throbbing length deeper into their gullets. Their windpipes jerked him as they'd try to swallow, gag or retch. Rhythmic. Erratic. Stimulating.

While Summer, herself, wasn't like that - for the master had taken his time to train her throat, to allow her to become more used to taking in his length and girth, it meant that he had variance in his experience with each of their mouths. Something that Summer could imagine the master appreciating.

She still wondered what Jaune had planned for the development of Raven's mouth. Yang was coming along nicely - or at least, it wasn't, which was exactly what master Jaune wanted. Before Raven had entered the picture, Jaune had told him about how he'd come to miss the inexperience of Summer's throat during their first year together. The way she'd barely been able to take him halfway down without her gag reflex stopping her.

Yang was like that now, and she hadn't missed how much Jaune had come to love using Yang's mouth. Going so far as to have her lips be the first thing touching his cock first thing most mornings. Summer hadn't been keeping track, but she was sure that Yang had more cum in her diet than food these days.

Even more than either Summer or Raven was being fed, and that was considering Raven was the newest addition.

When his cock wasn't lodged deep in Yang's womb and her modified body pleasured the master without him needing to move an inch after, it'd be plugging her airways or coating Summer's eldest daughter in an off-white glaze.

Jaune was simply too enamoured with a blonde-haired beauty strangling herself on his cock.

And to make it all better, Jaune had whispered a little secret to Summer one night while he had an unconscious Yang's lips pressed flush against his crotch: Her daughter would never get used to it.

It'd always be a challenge, it'd always be uncomfortable. She would always gag on his cock, choke on Jaune's meat as her panicked attempts at breathing as she ran out of air only served to serve the master's pleasures. And if master Jaune continued to use her Yang's mouth as much as he did now, she'd be breathing in more of Jaune's musk than any clean air at the chateau.

Yang's new destiny. Summer could see it. Gone would be the future of the young huntress. Instead would be the beautiful blonde cocksleeve with plump tits, shining hair, and a body that would serve as a living auto-masturbator for Jaune Arc's cock.

As she did so now, Yang's body jerked. Lavender eyes rolled back up in their sockets. Then the blonde was standing up on shaky legs, the scraping sound of the chair against the floor just barely camouflaging the muffled scream before her daughter ran towards the bathroom.

"W-wha?" Ruby stammered, familiar silver eyes wide, confused. She'd made to stand up, but froze when Summer pushed her back down with a quick hand on her shoulder.

"I think your sister must have had something earlier that didn't agree with her." Summer gave her younger daughter - the very first one she carried herself - a reassuring wink. This place is pretty good. That or maybe she'd decided to eat too fast."

Lies, of course. Yang had spent more time just trying not to cum all over her chair and making it look like she'd been paying attention to her sister's stories instead of eating her food. Not that Summer really cared.

Oh she was certain that little Ruby was curious about what was happening, Summer doubted she understood what anything was.

And the thought of that made her lick her lips as she moved to get up.

Her little one would learn, of course. Master Jaune would make sure of that.

"Why don't you finish your food first, dear? We went here so you could enjoy it. I'm sure Yang would feel even worse if she figured you were too busy worrying about her to finish it. You feel free to order dessert for yourself too, okay?"

For now, however, she needed to check-in on her eldest. Because Summer hadn't missed it. She hadn't missed the glistening between Yang's legs, the arousal dripping down her thighs through her shorts. She hadn't missed how Yang's tummy trembled, cramped.

It was with a quick kiss to the crown of Ruby's forehead - to her daughter's amusingly loud protests - that she was off to check on Yang, more for her own entertainment than anything else.

That, and to allay suspicion. Some of the staff were justifiably concerned that one of the guests had rushed into the restroom. Nothing more lying wouldn't fix, and the people she'd talked to had been more than happy to wash their hands of the situation.

Much to her surprise, even a few of the other guests gave her concerned looks as she closed in on the restroom, though Summer did her best to send them back reassuring smiles before she knocked on the door and called for her daughter to let her in.

Summer squeezed her thighs together and licked her lips as she leaned into the door. She could hear Yang stumbling about inside, though her eldest had managed to keep from making too much noise.

"M-Mom…" Wide lavender eyes stared at her as the door was closed. Her daughter stumbled back and fell back unto the toilet seat.

Yang had stripped. Her shorts were on the floor and a cursory glance to the underwear told Summer just how soaked-through it was.

Her daughter whimpered. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered before those wide eyes rolled back up into their sockets. Her back arched. She keened.

Summer reached out and wrapped her hands around her daughter as she came. The muscles of her daughter's torso felt so seized-up, Summer was sure that Yang would be feeling it in the morning. She held the girl close, limiting how much Yang's legs could thrash as wave after wave of pleasure hit her.

The girl continued to break in her grip, whimpers of pain and pleasure coming up from between her grit teeth as tears ran down her cheeks. Summer could barely hold her daughter together as the blonde shattered. Using her greater weight to keep Yang pressed against the toilet as she came into the bowl, the sound filled the bathroom and mixed with the exquisite sounds coming from between her daughter's lips and the soft thump, thump, thump of her legs smacking against the toilet and sink.

And just when it seemed like the scream would erupt, when her daughter was too overcome by pleasure to hold it back, there was only one thing she could do. Kiss her.

Her daughter's skin was clammy, and Summer was sure that everyone would be able to tell something was wrong as soon as Yang came out. Still, she was fiery to the touch, and Summer couldn't help but feel that same fire light core, too.s

She drank her daughter's screams, her moans, her whimpers. She held on tighter to the daughter she'd not given birth to and felt an upwelling of arousal and affection at the same time when she felt her third daughter - Jaune's daughter - in between the two of them. Giving Yang something to hold on to as they experienced one of the things they all had in common: Jaune.

Yang, meanwhile, clung to her desperately. She was drowning, Summer could tell. Drowning in pleasure and pain all at once as she came.

And even when it had finally died down and Yang had broken the kiss, she clutched unto Summer with as much strength as the girl's strained body could manage. She pressed her face against Summer's collar, tears wetting Summer's dress and rugged breaths sending waves of warmth into her.

She could even feel her daughter's nipples, hard enough that they poked through not only Yang's clothes but her own. And the faintest waft of milk in the air told her that her daughter had squirted some milk as she came. She'd need to clean that up before they walked out.

Moments later, however, Yang gasped as she came again. Girlcum spraying out of her clenching pussy while she whimpered.

"Tell me." Summer demanded. Her own silver eyes wide and her throat dry as her mind imagined what was happening. "What are you feeling?"

Her daughter pressed another whimper into Summer's warming skin, sending a shiver down the older woman's spine.

"I… Ahhh… I- I can feel him, mom," she gasped, "He's… He's inside Raven. Fucking her ass." The girl made a wet and audible swallow, "He's crushing her womb."

Finally, Yang raised her eyes up. They were wide, hungry, glazed with pleasure.

"He's c-crushing my womb, mom." Then she shook, keened. Loosed a broken wail before she stumbled forward into Summer's arms once more. "And it feels so good."

And then Yang came again. And again. And again. Babbling to her mother about what she was feeling from their master as he did it to her biological mother on the other side of the district.

She told Summer about how she could feel Jaune pinching her nipples, feel his teeth on her titflesh as he bit down on them. Yang came as the master pushed himself into Raven's womb and came two more times before he'd taken himself out.

Meanwhile, Summer held her daughter and wished the master had let her feel everything, too.

~TtT~

Ruby had gotten worried for a bit when it looked like her sister and her mom were going to be stuck in the bathroom all night.

Thankfully whatever it was that had been bothering her sister, seemed to have worn off after they got back to the table. Yang half-stumbled back, and her mom was hovering a little close to her older sister.

She could appreciate that the staff had been nice enough to give Yang a cold glass of ice-water. They'd even been nice enough to leave a whole pitcher of the stuff for them, too!

But Ruby had already finished all of her food by then. Even the dessert that her mom had told her she could order before she'd gone to follow Yang in.

Though it seemed that Yang wasn't too interested in the remainder of her meal either, instead favoring the water a lot more. She'd finished the glass almost as soon as she'd sat down and had finished two more before she'd even started to slow down.

Mom wasn't at all stopped, even as she looked a little disheveled after helping Yang out she just took her seat and finished her meal. Maybe she breathed a little heavier than usual and looked a little flushed, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as Yang was.

"So you're going to be going back with us to the Chateau tomorrow," Her mom said as she cut into the remainder of her steak, "What do you think about you and Yang having a sleepover tonight? You're going to need some help getting all of your stuff packed for tomorrow, right?"

Familiar silver eyes glinted with something that Ruby couldn't place as they turned from the food to Ruby then to Yang. Her sister looked back with wide eyes, and Ruby also couldn't tell what might have been behind them. Yang's gaze looked a bit foggy, but she didn't take her eyes off of Summer until their mother looked away first.

"Is… Is Yang going to be okay?" She couldn't help but ask. Looking at her sister again, she could see how shiny her skin had gotten. Blonde hair that normally fell around her sun-kissed face like a waterfall of yellow fire was weighed down by sweat and clung to her skin.

She still looked pretty, Ruby supposed. It was almost like the look she had after training at Signal. But there was an exhaustion there that Ruby hadn't seen before.

"Well," Summer shrugged before she polished off the last of her food, "She can at least keep you company. Worst case scenario you guys can do the packing when I come to pick you up tomorrow." Then she sent them both a smug grin before continuing, "Sleeping is part of having a sleepover after all. You guys can just have your fun tomorrow after waking up."

Beside her, Ruby saw Yang shudder and groan before she immediately downed another glass of water.

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Ruby Rose was certain that something was happening with her sister.

Mom had told her that her sister's dinner didn't quite agree with her, but she'd barely touched anything! And while Ruby was sure that she'd had pretty bad bouts of food poisoning off just having one bite of something off, she didn't think that had been the case with Yang's dinner, because she'd actually risked a bite of Yang's food - not her smartest idea, Ruby knew - while her mom and sister had been in the restroom.

She didn't feel any different.

It could have been stress. She'd read somewhere online that stress does weird things to people, and Yang did make it sound like the work she was doing for Jaune was… busy.

Her sister had said it with so much weight that Ruby was sure there was some other meaning to it, not that Yang had been keen on elaborating.

Still, she was glad that Yang managed to make it back to Beacon with them in-time, and that Yang wasn't heading back to Vale to return to the hotel anymore. It would have been too late anyway under normal circumstances, the school's bullheads only going until ten in the evening. Not at all surprising, though, Jaune had apparently chartered a bullhead for them for the whole day and had asked that it be on-call for whenever Summer was finished spending time with her daughters.

Jaune was cool! Though Professor Goodwitch seemed to balk at the idea of someone spending that much just for convenience. Ruby had never seen the blonde teacher look so surprised, and she'd spent a month or so in Beacon under her care at this point.

Of course, the woman waved it off, "It's not my place to tell the boy where to spend his money. Still, covering all of your expenses for a day with your daughters was definitely very kind of him."

Briefly, professor Goodwitch's eyes drew to Yang - who was half-collapsed on the other bed in Ruby's room. A single blonde brow rose as she gave Ruby's sister a considering look.

The professor didn't stick around much longer after that. Quickly giving Yang a run-down of the curfew and where they could go for breakfast tomorrow before Summer came to pick them up.

It was only after both older women had left and it was just her and an uncomfortable-looking Yang in the room that Ruby realized what the professor's look might have meant.

Was… Was Jaune crushing on her older sister? Was that why he was being so nice to them?

Ruby tried to think about it. Yang had told her that she did end up spending a lot of time with Jaune, usually up late with him at night, too. Her sister hadn't been too keen on explaining what she and the other boy were up to, but it apparently happened frequently enough that the calls she made to Ruby ended up being pushed to the following day most of the time.

Maybe Yang was interested in Jaune, too?

Part of her was excited at the idea. Maybe they could even get married in the future! It'd be great to have a brother like Jaune. Someone that was always happy to spoil her mom and sister, and looked to be considerate enough of Ruby to let her have an uninterrupted day of fun with them.

Besides, maybe Jaune being her new brother might get her some cool new weapons for when she finally becomes a huntress.

Unfortunately for Ruby her sister didn't look like she'd be able to answer any question right now.

Yang was flushed, skin shiny with a layer of sweat that left Ruby surprised it hadn't soaked into the sheets yet. She'd just barely managed to get out of her outside clothes and hadn't had the energy to get a shower, instead opting to dress in a loose shirt. Ruby didn't think her sister even had any shorts on.

As for underwear, well…

Ruby gulped as she looked at the stiff peaks that warped the relatively thin shirt. Yang certainly wasn't wearing a bra.

Still, she couldn't look away. Ruby was glad that Yang seemed too out of it to notice, because she was pretty sure the older girl wouldn't have been too happy about it.

After all, she'd seen her sister beat up her boy classmates - and even some of the girl ones - for doing the same thing whenever Ruby had gotten the chance to watch them spar.

Sunkissed skin glowed beneath the soft light of the room, catching on Yang's golden locks and leaving them looking shinier than usual. The swell of her barely-covered chest rising steadily with each breath. Hypnotically.

That she squirmed only added to the effect, a little jiggle here and there while her body writhed over the sheets, pale expanses of shiny leg squeezing together. It ignited a warmth she wasn't used to feeling, a tingling heat at the base of her tummy.

But the sudden onset of butterflies. That she recognized.

Oh yeah, Ruby could see what Jaune would like about her sister. She could see what everyone seemed to like about her sister.

But Jaune wasn't like the others. While being nice to Ruby was something just about all of the other guys - and some girls - that were interested in her sister managed to do, very rarely did they ever mean it. Once Ruby started getting in the way, they tended to focus on cutting her out so they could spend more time with Yang.

And that was something that Yang also noticed, more often than not cutting that person out, too.

Instead, not only did Jaune make sure to treat Ruby to a good time the first time they met, he'd gone out of his way to make sure that Ruby could spend as much time with her mom and sister as she wanted today. Something no one else that's tried to make a move on her sister has done.

Maybe it might have been easier for Jaune, sure. He had the money to pay for everything today on top of just getting a nice room at a hotel Ruby knew was expensive when her dad mentioned it the first time she'd met the older boy.

Ruby grit her teeth at the wash of cold water she felt at thinking about her dad. Her dad hadn't called her once in the last few weeks even though she'd heard from professor Goodwitch that he'd checked-in on her with the school.

Yeah. Jaune was very welcome as far as Ruby was concerned, and she'd be more than happy to see what he'd be like if he ever became her brother.

She'd have a brother! Even just the idea of that was cool. That Jaune seemed to appreciate well-made weapons was just icing on the cake!

And she'd be moving in with her mom and sister at the Chateau as they always seemed to call it. A fancy name to call someone's house, but from what she'd seen of it in Yang's calls and from what she'd heard, it felt like it really earned the right to use a fancy name.

It was with hopeful and excited thoughts like that that Ruby went to bed. She hoped that her sister would be feeling better tomorrow.

~TtT~

The master was fucking her mother's thighs.

Yang could feel it. Feel the girth of Jaune's cock pressing between her legs, even teasing at her weeping pussy-lips. Nevermind that Yang's legs were spread, that she probably would have looked like an absolute slut if her younger sister could see beneath the sheets that she eventually covered herself with after she woke up again.

Jaune was using fast and heavy strokes, each slam forward of his terrifyingly-large cock pressed his pelvis against the front of Yang's thighs. The ridge of his cock rubbing against Yang's clit caused her nether lips to drool. And she drooled profusely. Hot cuntsyrup already covered her asscheeks and began to pool beneath her on the sheets. A puddle of molten arousal that Yang wasn't sure would be gone by morning.

Every sensation was being carried over now, in horrifying detail. Worse than the echoes of feelings she was getting throughout the evening.

Ghost hands braced the back of Yang's neck while something solid pushed against the small of her back. She could imagine it: Jaune was fucking Raven standing up. The taller woman's thighs pressed together as he treated the firm expanse of pale flesh like a pussy while Yang's birth mother was overwhelmed.

And Raven was overwhelmed. Electricity tingled at her thighs and shot up her spine. The blonde's womb clenched even as her mind was fogged by pleasure.

It was so good. Yang couldn't explain why, or how just having her thighs be fucked by Jaune's cock could bring her pleasure, but it was. Her empty womb clenched with each of Jaune's thrusts, the force of his pelvis slapping against her front sending her body convulsing, and she had to cover her mouth with both her hands to stop her groans from waking up her sleeping sister.

Ruby.

Lavender eyes opened wide as she looked to the bed across the room.

Yang was still surprised at how… small Ruby was. Most of the girls in her sister's class were starting on their growth spurts, but her sister's body didn't quite seem to get the memo. It hadn't really given the girl problems in combat training, though. Yang still remembered practicing with her sister before the Chateau.

A small girl moving fast enough to put her motorbike to shame was a really hard target to hit, and Ruby knew that. Sure, Ruby was sometimes worried that she'd be short forever, but their mom was always more than happy to reassure the younger sister that Summer, too, had been a late-bloomer.

Besides, Yang was sure there were other perks to being so small.

Lightning lanced up her spine. The sensation of something hot and turgid dragged against her weeping pussylips, parted her thighs and filled the space between her legs with fire. Nevermind that her legs were already spread apart, or that Yang could press her fingers where she felt the master was.

Twinned sensations of her fingers' featherlight touch and cock filled her mind with images and ideas as Yang felt the master's pace begin to build.

Ruby was so small, her master's dick so large.

It'd make quite the sight when he filled her, drove his cock so deep up Ruby's privates he bulged her belly as his fuckpiller battered its way into her womb. Silver eyes would go wide, her mouth would fall agape. Yang wondered if the girl would scream, or if she'd loose a groan at all as her mind was shocked by the pleasure of being filled, of being made whole by Jaune's cock. Maybe she'd even just go quiet, voice gone while her mind was consumed by cock.

She'd need comfort, Yang was sure. She'd been there enough times before, and even as she'd become used to serving as master Jaune's cockwarmer, there were still times where she'd get so lost on the turbulent seas. Where she'd lost control of her body so badly she just desperately needed something to cling unto.

Yang would be there. She hoped to Jaune's mercy that she'd be allowed to be there. For Ruby's first time.

Lithe hands clinging to hers as she whispered comforting words in her ear. Maybe Jaune would even let Summer be there. Their mom wiping away at Ruby's cheeks as he drove his cock deeper and deeper up her loli twat.

Her womb seemed to throb at the mental image. The three girls side-by-side as Jaune overshadowed the youngest of them, overshadowed all of them. As master Jaune took her whole family in his hand and used them at his leisure.

Then she felt her birth mother cum.

Muscles cramped, her body went stock-stiff while every inch of her skin lit up like a star. She could feel Raven's juices spatter all over her thighs, little droplets of white-hot heat that stood out even against her flaming skin. Joining it were her tits, milk squirting from her turgid nipples and filling Yang's mind with the smell as she did her best to get her body under control and not get the school's sheets soaked.

Which was why she'd made the mistake of taking her hands away from her mouth, as throaty groan filled the room as she covered her leaking nipples with her palms.

Yang stumbled out of bed, staggered to the bathroom that was thankfully closer to her side of the room as she keened.

It was strange, feeling someone's orgasm this way. Her body reacted like she was coming undone even as she felt her own climax still building. Thighs wanted to clamp together her back arched, and she felt her extremities turn numb as her insides spasmed around empty air.

The threat of it doubling up was very real, too. Yang had felt it just earlier that night while they'd been in the restaurant. Twice the sensation, and twice the loss of control.

And then she felt it. Something new, something Yang hadn't felt before. A stinging in her tongue, right at the center of it. Electricity sent the pink organ tingling, spreading outward and up until the fog clouding her mind became charged, primed.

She'd just barely closed the door behind her, the thud of the door muted by the thundering of her blood in her ears when it finally hit her.

Raven was still cumming. And now so did Yang.

Milk and girlcum squirted all over the tiles as Yang fell to her knees. Her hands shivered while she pressed them against her too-empty womb. Her vision filled with stars as her mind turned to mush, back arching so violently she banged her head against the floor as she curved like a taut bow.

Hot sludge washed down the back of her thighs, sticking to skin and getting in between her trembling asscheeks as the feeling of her girlcum joined it. The master was cumming, his batter filling the space between her legs.

Shuddering hands pressed against the base of her belly, her touch-starved womb celebrating as Yang pressed down on it. A wave of pleasant pain washed over her as her orgasm was renewed by the sensation. She screamed a silent scream, sunkissed skin awash in fluids, puddling beneath her and soaking into her tangled and sweat-soaked hair.

Only in the throes of it, as she unraveled on the floor of her sister's bathroom, did she see:

Silver eyes peeking at her through the barely-ajar door.

~TtT~

Jaune didn't think he'd ever get tired of the sight of this.

He was lounged in his bed, muscles aching pleasantly from his exertions the night before. Despite it, his cock was still at half-mast and shiny with his girl's juices. Milk, drool, girlcum, all coated his cock and kept it warm even in the cool morning air.

It throbbed as his blood rushed south, and he had half a mind to get on top of one of his girls and plunge it back into hot, wet heat.

Though he doubted that Raven or Summer would be conscious enough to be able to do much more than take him, not like it mattered much.

As it was, he took in the view of them.

Raven was covered in cum, her hair so soaked in his off-white semen that he could barely catch the darkness of her own tresses. Most of it had been centered around her thighs, the same thighs he'd spent a large part of the night fucking. From the front, from behind, from above as he folded her in half while she held onto her legs for dear life.

Her juices served as lube, hot and slimy and thick, though he'd been more than happy to let Summer add her spit and milk to the mix after she'd gotten back from dinner.

Jaune wasn't sure how many times he'd cum from those plump legs. How many times he'd shot his load in between them before it had more semen than it could hold and it overflowed, covering the former bandit's body in his discharge.

Scarlet eyes had been glued shut. Though it hadn't stopped Summer from forcing them open at one point so he could cum directly into Raven's eyes. Jaune felt a smile come to his face as he remembered the woman trying to scream when it happened, her cum-filled throat only letting out a futile gurgle before she fell back into the puddle of juices she was surrounded by.

But through the white he could see the lovely flash of pink. Raven's tongue, stuck out from her mouth and caught the coming sunrise through the windows.

And the unmistakable glint of a needle he'd poked through it.

Summer had been encouraging, of course. His favorite had grown very fond of seeing him be cruel to the other girls. Whether it be Raven or Yang it didn't matter, and he wondered if she'd be the same with the girl she'd given birth to.

Though he'd have to ask her after she awoke, as the woman was as knocked-out as Raven was, black-red hair slathered in the same semen that glazed Raven's skin as she lay beside her sister-slave.

Jaune would have the full set. And just in time, too, with summer vacation ending in another three or so weeks. Something he'd need to make plans for since Yang and Ruby still had classes, and they didn't exactly have a father that could keep an eye on them anymore.

A whole family of girls. Under his thumb, living to keep his cock perpetually wet, pleasured.

It wouldn't be long now.

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Jaune shivered.

Summer's lips kissed his crotch as he felt her velvety throat swallow around his cock. Spit and throatslime periodically spurted from the plush around her mouth, moans bubbling in her throat and sending vibrations around his throbbing shaft and cockhead.

In all the time he'd been spending on breaking Raven in over the last week or two, he'd forgotten how different Summer's well-trained body felt. As a stark contrast to Raven who'd come to lose control of herself over the smallest things, and Yang that he'd changed to just be unable to handle most of the things he threw at her, Summer had turned into a master.

He could feel it. Tiny breaths came in as she tried to draw his cock all the way down her esophagus. A sliver of air that let his favorite stay down there longer without falling unconscious. She would eventually, of course, and Jaune could really force the issue by pressing against the back of her head to make the seal, but that wasn't what he needed from her right now.

Summer's gag reflex had been entirely removed, too. There wasn't any fight left in her throat whenever he deigned to use her mouth. Only a smooth entry while Summer used every technique she knew to make her throat-pussy as pleasurable for him as possible.

A practiced tongue lashed out from between her lips, slathered more spit against his churning balls before going back inside her mouth and brushing his underside.

Not for the first time since she'd started, Jaune looked down to see the look on his maid's face.

She'd looked excited when they started. Fully-dressed, she'd knelt between his legs and taken him down in a single smooth down-stroke before he'd left her there so he could enjoy the show in front of them.

The first time he'd looked down, it was to see her staring up at him with obvious adoration. When their eyes met, she moaned into his crotch with enough intensity that Jaune had cum.

Not that it had managed to get Summer off his cock. Dutiful slave as she was, his first and favorite had let his load wash down into her stomach and made sure he stayed hard with her worship.

Now…

Now it looked like the lights were off. Silver eyes open but unseeing even as her mouth and throat continued to service him. Even when she'd cum - and she'd cum quite a few times while using her throat as a cockwarmer.

Jaune reached down and ran his hands through her hair affectionately as he tugged her forward. She hadn't lost consciousness yet, not really. And while her mind wasn't quite there right now, he didn't need it to be.

Her lips sealed against the base of his cock, the light pressure of her teeth behind them. With both his hands behind her head and his length throbbing Jaune settled in to enjoy the remainder of the show.

It was an orgy of woman-flesh. Soft and pliant, slick with sweat, and dripping with arousal.

Yang lay atop her birth mother, both women naked as the day they were born save the chains that linked them. Nipples to nipples, clit to clit. With the extra treat of Raven's newly-pierced tongue joining the set of chains connecting her nipples to Yang's own. It kept her mouth open and the spit free flowing, running down the chain to join the mix of fluids covering their bodies.

They twitched, they squirmed, and they spasmed as they rubbed against each other.

It had begun as a battle in its own right at first. Jaune had Summer chain the mother and daughter together with the promise of… avoiding pain to the winner.

Part of Jaune was still relatively sure that wasn't a very good motivation considering the little shiver he'd seen run through both women when he'd said it, but he wasn't sure it was much of a concern. Because while Yang might have come to derive pleasure from being hurt by Jaune, she'd also developed a bit of a mean streak as far as Raven was concerned.

And when provided the chance to cause her birth mother suffering - even if Raven might have grown to enjoy it - Yang was onboard.

Jaune may have also included a little jolt of magical lightning through the chains to get the girls started.

Irony of ironies it was, to see the girl that had disliked her mother so grab unto the older woman to keep herself standing as her knees had been the first to give out. Not that Raven had been far behind, both of them almost collapsing to the floor as a small orgasm rocked the both of them. The first of what Jaune was sure would be many wetting the chains between them.

But he also hadn't missed the look on Raven's face, scarlet eyes wide as she looked down at the chain that linked her tongue to Yang's clit and what would happen should either of them go down.

She'd whimpered the loveliest whimper, and that had been when Jaune had asked Summer to take him into her mouth.

Yang had gone on the offensive after that. She'd groped the older woman, run her hands against Raven's thighs, her asscheeks, her hips. Young lips planting kisses on the former bandit's over-sensitive skin and drawing sweet moans from Raven even as Jaune saw Yang's legs tremble from the aftereffects of the very literal electric shock.

She'd been the first to make use of the chains, too. Shuddering hands reached down to tease at the chain connecting their clits and Raven's tongue. Raven had gasped, and it had turned into a full-throated moan when Yang had jiggled the thing.

And - before Raven had even gotten the chance to counter-attack - had been Yang's first mistake.

Because the connection had been shared, and when it had been tight enough to pull on Raven, it had almost been tight enough to pull on her's, too.

So when Raven had been backed enough into the bed, she'd fallen back. And Yang - poor Yang - had been dragged down with her. By her sensitives.

Screaming.

It had become a mess after that. He could see Yang's arousal glistening in the afternoon light, drawing threads from her winking petals to the chain and even to her mother's twitching nether lips. Large droplets slid down the chain when it grew taut or stuck to Raven's belly whenever it went slack.

Much of it must have spread between them. If it wasn't cuntsyrup, it was girlcum, drool, and sweat. Jaune could see it from the way their skin shone like they'd been oiled-up for this. And every time he'd see the soft flesh of their tummies deform against each other, and the tantalizing caves created by their mutually-pressed cleavages, Jaune felt his already stimulated loins stir into a gnawing hunger.

He wanted to be between them.

And why not? They were his. He'd tied them together specifically so he could. So he could stick his cock between their tits, feel how Yang's developing abdomen and Raven's softening stomach felt around him. The heat of them. He wanted to fill the space between both girls with his sludge-like cum.

Their moans and groans mingled in a tempting duet. Raven's deeper, more throaty voice harmonized well with Yang's own higher-pitched wails.

He'd wait, though. At least a little more. If only to make sure they were lubed-up enough for him to slide in seamlessly between them.

For a brief moment, Jaune felt it: the stutter in the devoted suckling of his cock. Looking down, he saw that Summer's eyes had rolled back into her head as a guttural sound was smothered by the penis lodged down her cocksucker. Her face was turning blue.

Even as he tried to pull Summer off his cock, he felt the resistance. The airtight seal unwilling to break now that there was little to now air left in her lungs.

Briefly - ever so briefly - he saw someone familiar but not quite the same. With shorter, messier hair, and a face that was more rounded with youth. How large he'd look with his cock overshadowing her face, how her neck might bulge from the girth of him.

"Well…" He whispered to himself as he finally managed to drag himself out of Summer's throat, "That's an idea."

And as he started to fuck Summer's face in earnest, Jaune decided he was quite happy to have so many toys. All while getting some ideas for what to do with little Ruby.

~TtT~

This place was so big!

Ruby had seen some videos that Yang had taken, and some pictures that her mom had been kind enough to send her. But nothing could hold a candle to actually being at the Chateau.

So large Ruby's house could fit inside it hundreds of times over, it boggled the mind to think that a single family could own it when places like Patch and Vale would have had hundreds of families living in here. And Jaune wasn't even living here with his family!

Which just surprised Ruby even more to learn that he was living here away from his family who lived on some island somewhere she didn't recognize, though it sounded like her mom knew where it was.

And it was her mom that told her the Chateau was built outside of the protections of the city that let it get so big, but Ruby had a hard time believing it mattered when it was even more fortified than Beacon. Ruby didn't think she'd seen a single grimm since she'd seen the Chateau appearing over the horizon on their way in.

This place could have housed the entirety of Patch, she was sure. Even the people that were just staying to attend Signal. And they'd be comfortable, too.

She'd spent her first few days just exploring, her mom more than happy to give her a tour for it. Ruby had been shown the gardens, the pool, the main dining hall - which wasn't used that much, apparently, since Jaune liked to take his rooms in his apartments - and even the staff places like the kitchen.

But the two rooms that had really caught Ruby's attention the most had been the training rooms and the workshop. Because of course Jaune had a workshop!

It only made Ruby even happier that he'd apparently had the workshop setup specifically so Summer could maintain her weapon. While Jaune's shield was apparently mechashift now, it hadn't been the case until he'd had the new one made, and Crocea Mors, his family's ancestral weapon, wasn't mechashift at all.

Who used a regular-ass sword these days, anyway? Ruby had wanted to bug her friend - her sister's maybe-boyfriend - why that'd been the case when Summer had given her a grin and told Ruby exactly how old Crocea Mors was.

And suddenly it made sense. Outside of the surprising fact that a weapon that old was somehow still serviceable.

"Sometimes, it's just magic, isn't it?" Her mother had said, laughing at Ruby's flabbergasted face before they continued.

The training room came after that. Jaune had apparently had a section of his wing in the Chateau renovated to have it added, alongside changing rooms and showers that reminded her of the ones she'd seen at Beacon. Except maybe the training robots, most of everything she'd seen that was related to combat training, were similar to what Beacon had.

It especially stood out to her when she'd sat-in on Jaune's training with Yang.

Ruby had known that Yang was good. She'd heard that she was perpetually the top of her class at Signal - at least for combat classes, especially for combat classes - and she'd heard her sister's classmates talk about how good she was.

That Jaune had managed to keep up with her handily was a testament to how good he was.

But even more surprising was how much fun it looked like they were having. The two laughed and joked between exchanges of blows, her sister sometimes saying something that'd have Jaune grinning and shaking his head before they got back into it.

Every now and then, her mom would join in. Though she didn't stay in the ring too long anymore with the baby on the way.

Always, though, her sister and her friend would come out of it sweaty and breathing heavy. Training clothes drenched enough they'd visibly darkened.

Seeing her sister like that, seeing the way her sun kissed skin flushed and her chest heaved reminded Ruby of that night before they'd left for the Chateau.

Yang had never broached the subject, likely never even realized.

But Ruby had seen it all. She dreamed of it every night, almost. Her sister's hands pressing down on the bottom of her belly, skin as flushed as they looked after training, but a vacant look in Yang's lavender eyes that Ruby had not seen on her sister since. Shiny skin that reflected the soft bathroom lights at the school, and the puddle she'd seen between her sister's knees as she knelt.

Already, Ruby could feel something inside her turning warm as her throat dried.

Half of her was tempted to go back to the room she'd been given - just next to Yang's - to deal with this.

She'd been left to her own devices by her mother today. Even her sister hadn't been available. Both her mom and her sister were apparently doing something with Jaune in his room, which also had his study attached to it.

They were with him almost every day. Ruby didn't even think that she'd seen Yang sleep in her room. She'd even checked.

Because while her sister had become an honor student after she'd really started trying to up her grades, she still couldn't be bothered to make her own bed back home and Ruby really doubted that having a job as a maid was going to change that.

And Yang's bed had been pristine since they'd moved in.

Were… were she and Jaune sleeping together?

Did mom know?

Once more, Ruby saw the image of her sister in her mind's eye. Naked as she'd been in the bathroom that night except this time Yang wasn't alone.

Jaune was above her, overshadowing her, pressing down on her.

She shivered. Clenched her silver eyes and shook her head to try and get the image out, only to see it plastered to her eyelids the same way the image of her sister cumming in the bathroom did.

Damn it.

~TtT~

"Hngggg…"

Tug.

Yang arched her back, a gasp and a whimper bursting from her lips as she did her best to follow the movement. The link slackened for a moment, the jangling of chains rang like a clarion bell in her ears instead of the wet slapping of skin-on-skin and the desperate moans of master's sluts.

Deep inside her, she could feel it. Coiling and tightening as the chain promised more to come.

Tug.

Pain lanced up her spine. Pinpricks of fiery sensation that pulled at her nipples and clit, echoing long after it had happened in an ache that had just felt so damn sweet. Her panting mouth loosed a gasp and licked at the wildly leaking drool that passed between her lips.

What an animal she'd become.

She shivered. Her legs trembled, threatened to give out beneath her as she moved towards her partner. The useless ragdoll of a woman she'd been tied to completely insensate. Twitching and thrashing while their mutual pleasure overwhelmed her.

Her womb clenched as the pressure coiled tighter.

Tug.

And then it snapped.

"Oh! Ohhhhh!"

Fire spread outward from her spasming womb, a gush of girlcum heralding her orgasm's arrival. Yang collapsed, her arms and legs giving out as her body joined her partner in her shattering. Both of them moved so erratically, so frantically, that they slid up and down each other. Warm and trembling bitch flesh sliding and squeezing as they broke against each other.

But every time they'd moved, a new wave of white-hot pain would be poured into the boiling mix of overflowing pleasure. Nipples and clits pulled at one another in some twisted crashing of waves against a shore. Each one slamming Yang back into another orgasm before she'd even thought she could finish the one she was riding through.

Not that her mind seemed to be able to comprehend anything except the star that had completely overtaken her. A pulsing ball of flame that radiated heat and electricity from her too-empty womb while her abused clit throbbed each time it was pulled on.

She did not know how long they'd gone, or how many times she and her mother had cum. All Yang knew was that when her mind had finally returned to her, she could not muster any strength in her limbs and the aching satisfaction in her core was echoed all throughout her body.

For once, she couldn't even say she minded feeling her mother's flesh pressed against her own. The woman was completely limp, only her faint and rattled breathing told Yang that Raven hadn't died from all the cumming they'd done.

"You did well, Yang," Jaune's shadow loomed over her. Still, she thought she could imagine the grin on his face. Everything else was a blur, though. Her exhaustion barely allowed her to keep her eyes open.

His hand traced the center of her back, a smooth motion that reminded her of how he'd touched her in the showers after training the other day. Sweat-slick skin allowed him to draw a scorching line of excitement that woke her too-empty womb before the rest of her had caught up.

Yang's mouth was dry, her throat parched in contrast to all of the wetness she felt around her. Between her legs, between her tits, and especially in that cloyingly-hot place where her skin met Raven's.

"T-thank you, sir." She gasped, and was met with a humm of approval from Jaune.

"I think you and Raven can still do more for me, though."

And then she felt it. The turgid flesh that had become Yang's world. Molten-hot steel pressed against that cloying space of heat between Raven and her. Yang sobbed when she felt how easily it slipped into place, smooth skin giving way to allow the master to use them.

Jaune did. Used the two of them in a way Yang had gotten too familiar with. As recently as yesterday, the master had wrapped her hair around his cock and made her rub it into each strand after they'd trained, glazed her face with his semen before he folded her in half and fucked her against the floor - face-down.

She was owned. Yang was Jaune's property, and her master had the right to use her body in any way he liked.

Besides, it wasn't like she wasn't getting off on this, too. The familiar tightening of her core telling her that she was enjoying this just as much as her master was as he moaned atop her and her birth mother. His hands grabbed at her hair and yanked them the same way she'd pulled at her mother's piercings right before they'd fallen into this orgasmic pile of bitch-flesh.

"Yes!" Yang gasped, eyes closing as the rhythmic slapping of Jaune's slime-covered crotch against her body sent jolts against her. "So good, ma-master! Use me! Use us!"

She was a toy. She was his toy. This was her place. To be used, to be abused, to be destroyed.

More than being a huntress, more than being a daughter, more than being a sister.

Yang Xiao Long was on Remnant to be used by Jaune Arc. And his cock.

His pace picked up, one thrust becoming more aggressive than the other until he was slamming himself so hard against Yang's side that he was forcing her tender flesh to rub against Raven's. Jaune pressed her body down unto her mother, too. Adding pressure around his cock as he tormented their tortured bodies all the more. Her abused nipples and clit burned from the friction even with all the lube between them.

She moaned from it. The feeling only electrified her body and left her feeling all tingly, lightheaded. Her senses narrowed, focused.

Yang was sure she must have cum at the same time Jaune did. More juices spattering the bed and the chain dangling between her legs as she felt lava be pumped against her belly.

It spread against the space between her and Raven's flesh, filled in every fold and gap. It went between her tits, filling her belly-button. Yang could even feel it settling over her womb, the promise of it, the heat of it calling to something deep within her.

"Inside…" She whispered to herself, a choked gasp bursting from her lips as she felt her empty womb seem to twist painfully inside her, "Inside me, please."

But she didn't think her master heard her. Instead, Jaune had taken his cock out from between their tummies and instead moved it to their tits. With an unceremonious thrust, he stuck himself between mother and daughter.

Again and again Jaune used Yang and Raven this way. He fucked their tits, their thighs, he let his length be hugged by their pussy lips.

Each time he came into the folds of pressed woman-skin, stuffed so much cum between the two of them that when Yang had found the energy to open her eyes and look it was flowing down her mother's shoulders and soaking their way into Raven's hair.

Scarlet eyes looked up at her, unseeing. A mouth hung open in an orgasm that didn't seem to have ended for her mother. She'd been left shattered beneath her daughter as the master used them both.

As for Yang…

Yang continued to cum, whispered her worship of Jaune each time he finished while praying he'd finish inside.

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Ruby felt the itch at the back of her throat.

Without even thinking, she reached for the glass of water that had become her constant companion the last few days and took a nice, big gulp.

Too much. She'd taken too much water in one swallow, tried to take too much down at once. Under that much pressure, it almost felt like Ruby had tried swallowing a rock. Hard, solid.

Ruby shivered as she felt it go down, a gurgled moan rumbled in the back of her throat and a white-hot heat roared from the bottom of her stomach. Ice-cold water fell into the molten pit and all she felt from it was excitement.

But as soon as she felt the back of her throat empty, the girl immediately felt the itch return. Her fingers twitched and she struggled to resist the siren call of the half-empty glass. A glass she'd already refilled two times in the last half-hour. It wasn't a small glass, either. More like those huge beer tumblers she saw on the TV. The same ones that she'd always thought were so big they couldn't be real until she'd been given one by her sister when Ruby had gone and asked her if she had a thermos.

It was real hefty, too. With walls thicker than her fingers and heavy enough that Ruby had needed some practice to hold it. Though she still couldn't hold it one-handed. She'd been surprised that Yang even had something like this, but hadn't thought to question her sister about it.

Still, Ruby remembered the slight pink tinge to Yang's cheeks when she was there to see Ruby take a huge gulp from it. Not that Ruby could comment on it when she'd been too busy feeling… something whenever she used it.

A something that had been bugging her the last few days. The itching. The urge to swallow, to have something down her throat.

When she'd brought it up with her mom, she'd been the first one to suggest she have something to drink. But it hadn't gone away after that. It had only gotten worse.

Really, though, Ruby had only seen how bad it had really gotten when she'd been having lunch with Jaune and Yang earlier that day.

She'd been invited to join them since Jaune was taking his lunch on the balcony next to his apartments. It was a bit of a rare thing since Jaune seemed to like having the privacy of his room for the most part. They'd eaten together in lots of other places in the chateau - even in the gardens that Jaune's room overlooked - but rarely ever in the rooms he spent his time in.

And if there had ever been any doubt in Ruby's mind that Jaune and Yang were together, that had gone out the window.

Her friend had been dressed really comfortably in a light robe. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but that hadn't been what had really caught Ruby's attention. That Yang hadn't been in her maid uniform had already been a surprise.

No, it was walking through the double-doors to Jaune's study to find her sister - dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt and shorts - setting the table at Jaune's balcony. And it had been some really short shorts. So short that if Ruby hadn't seen Yang bending over to put down the tray of food she'd brought in, she'd have not seen the shorts at all.

The Yang that Ruby remembered had always been confident in her looks. Part of her wanted to think that her sister had been like that for as long as Ruby could remember. Ruby was no stranger to her 'friends' from Signal talking to her just because they were interested in meeting Yang or befriending her. And while a lot of her sister's own friends might have thought they were being subtle about it, Ruby always noticed when they were staring at parts of Yang that were distinctly… lower than her neck.

Even then, Yang had never been this comfortable about the way she'd dressed. Her sister's friends had slept over more than once back at the house on Patch, and Ruby didn't think she'd ever seen her sister wear shorts that were barely there or a shirt that was thin enough that Ruby thought she could see… something peeking at her through the points of her sister's burgeoning chest.

Two somethings. Two somethings that caught her eyes even though she didn't even think they'd, well, peaked.

And there was how close they'd sat to each other. Sure, the table on the balcony wasn't that big, but there was enough room for them to be comfortable without brushing thighs. Not that it stopped her sister at all as she plopped down on the chair next to Jaune's and gave Ruby a satisfied smile while waving at the spread like she'd been the one to put it together.

Both of them just looked so comfortable together. Part of Ruby wondered if their mom knew about it, or if they were like this just because Summer had told them that she'd not be able to join them today since she had some stuff to take care of.

She was sure that her face had been pink the whole time. Ruby had certainly felt it. She was sure that the both of them had noticed it, too, and had just been nice enough to not bring it up.

It wasn't just the situation, either. From the moment she'd seen the spread, Ruby had felt herself just want to… swallow. A desperate need for the emptiness at the back of her mouth filled, to feel something go down there, and maybe stay down there.

The sausages. Especially the sausages. Ruby had scarcely been able to pay attention to anything else. When she drunk she had the thicker drinks. Creamy things, heavy things. Things that didn't exactly go down easy.

Meanwhile, Yang and her brother had talked. They'd talked to each other, they'd talked at Ruby. Not to her. At her. Because she'd not really been able to do much talking of her own.

Instead she'd swallowed. She'd barely chewed her food. It was a miracle that she'd not choked on any of the sausages, but even when she felt like she was getting close to doing so Ruby had just taken a swig of her drink.

She couldn't really remember what they'd said, or even if they'd asked her any questions. The younger girl had nodded every now and then, or met their eyes if she caught them looking directly at her while they spoke. But beyond that, Ruby was a little too preoccupied to do anything but focus on what she'd been feeling.

Because each time she felt those wursts fill her esophagus or something thick and runny slough down her gullet, she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

Her own thighs clenched together, and more than once she'd had to stifle a moan or keep a trill of excitement from making it past the food or drink filling her mouth.

At some point she had lost control. Moaned in a way she'd only later realized her sister had when Ruby had seen her that night at Beacon. That night in the bathroom.

That had been an hour ago.

She'd run not long after. Run back to her room and was thankful to the Brother Gods that the water dispenser she'd been given had been refilled while she'd been away.

It was a cold comfort to her now. For still the itch came. Still, Ruby gulped down mouthful after mouthful and felt the need for something else. Something more. The heat in her stomach just took it all in, warming her from below while the ice-water chilled her from above.

One tumblerful after another, Ruby drank. Her body was shaking as she drank down the whole thing in one go. That had been the closest she'd gotten to some sort of relief, when her esophagus was full for prolonged periods of time. But it didn't usually last long enough. Ruby would blink and then suddenly find that she'd already emptied the tumbler.

And while the back of her throat might have wanted her to, her tummy vehemently disagreed. For while she could feel the furnace lit up beneath it, it was too full.

So she'd wait. Taking breaks between tumblerfuls where she'd go to the restroom before refilling it from the dispenser and doing so again. Again and again.

Then it was gone.

Ruby blinked when no water came from the dispenser's spout. Only loose drops that seemed to echo in her ears as they fell into the too-big expanse of her heavy tumbler.

She… she hadn't realized she'd already gone through all of it. She didn't even realize she'd been at this so long. Belatedly, she decided to look out her window to see it was mid-afternoon. Well-past the early lunch she'd had with Jaune and her sister. She swallowed.

"Hnggg…"

It was still there. The itch. It had gotten worse, really. Even just swallowing seemed to stimulate that spot back there now. Sending jolts up and down her spine while making her really, really, really want something that she could just keep in there.

Something long, something that Ruby could leave lodged in her throat.

Her fingers tightened around the tumbler's handle, the weight of her holding it against the dispenser spout making her arms more than a little sore.

Ruby's silver eyes widened.

Fingers.

Not a moment later, the tumbler was left forgotten and the girl was on her bed and contemplating the fingers of her hand.

They weren't particularly long. Part of her wondered if it'd be able to reach the spot. On the bright side, if it did, the girl was certain that she'd be able to keep it there for as long as she needed it to. She gulped down the iron ball that had settled at the back of her mouth, not that it did much besides sort of calm her nerves.

Nerves. It was just her fingers.

Closing her eyes, and after taking a deep breath, Ruby pushed two of her fingers - the middle and forefinger - into her mouth.

Stars.

She saw stars. Her mind reeled at the feeling of it. Spit-slick skin brushed her uvula and the back of her tongue.

Her back arched, lightning shot up her spine, and her mind was plunged into an unfamiliar haze that Ruby had no name for. Her legs snapped ramrod-straight and the fire at the base of her belly had turned into an inferno.

Ruby screamed. A choked, muffled sound that had sent the sound more into her hand and fingers instead of the air around her. The movement caused the entrance of her throat to wrap around her trembling fingers.

It hit the spot. It hit the spot. It… It didn't hit the spot.

But it was close enough.

Something inside her broke. Shattered. The strength left her legs, and her eyes rolled up into their sockets while every part of her body came alight. Electricity danced around her, tingles running up and down her skin, her muscles, her everything.

Ruby came. Ruby was cumming.

She swallowed. And Ruby came again.

~TtT~

Jaune had decided to stay on the balcony after Ruby had run off. It was a lovely day outside and the pleasant breeze coming through the property only made it even better. The cool winds offset the warmth of the bright day.

It was one of the best things about living so far from the city. Nothing blocked the air, so it swept over the wilds and the fields without being stopped.

And to contrast it perfectly was the heat wrapped around his cock. Wet and silky versus cool and dry. Jaune shivered at the feeling of it.

Yang's mouth was wrapped around the base of his cock. His hand twined in her hair, but he wasn't pushing her down or controlling the pace in any way right now. No, instead he was enjoying himself. Enjoying the view, the beautiful day, and the girl choking herself on his cock.

Her face had turned red now, jets of spit and throatslime spurting from between her lips as he felt Yang gag and choke around his length. Lavender eyes glazed over even as her tongue continued to slather his balls in wet heat.

Then she was pulling herself off him. Yang's lips parted from his crotch in a wet pop as another jet of throatslop covered his shaft in a fresh layer right as his cockhead left her mouth. For the briefest moment, Jaune shivered as he felt the cool wind hit his heated length. A sharp contrast to the molten, silken tunnel that was Yang's forever untrained throat.

Despite breathing heavily and coughing, Yang refused to miss a beat. His blonde slave had wrapped his length in her bountiful tits, milk spurting unto the cloth of his half-open robe with how tightly she squeezed her milk bags together.

"Did…" She swallowed hard, idly lapping at the strings of slime that still connected the depths of her esophagus to the fuckstick in between her tits, "Did you enjoy that, master?"

Jaune knew she wasn't talking about the blowjob.

"She's coming along nicely, isn't she?"

His cock throbbed in the depths of her cleavage. Titflesh moved up and down as Yang used her body to give him pleasure. Pleasure she added to by leaning down and taking his cockhead into her mouth before humming in agreement.

Golden-blonde hair turned black-red before his eyes. Another woman had been on this very balcony pleasuring him with her tits before.

Briefly, Jaune was reminded of Summer as Yang fucked her breasts on him. Covered him in milk while a veritable sea of spit and precum was made in the depths of her cleavage. Yang may not have been born of Summer's womb, but she'd brought the girl up. She'd also helped train her daughter in the art of servicing Jaune. Of being a good toy, a good slave.

And even though that had just been earlier in the season, it almost felt to Jaune like so long ago. Yang might not have even been brought to the Chateau yet.

Now, here she was. Just as loyal a servant to him as her mother - her true mother - was. Just as enthusiastic to suffer for his enjoyment and more than happy to offer her own beloved sister to her master simply because he'd asked. She'd come a long way.

If not for Summer… If not for Summer Jaune could have easily seen Yang becoming his favorite. And considering their similar ages, it was very likely it would be Yang that he'd be taking as a wife anyway. Not that it would have changed much outside of one Yang Xiao Long being the one at his side when he saw to his family's business. She didn't need to be a huntress, after all. No silver eyes to bind her responsibilities elsewhere.

Yang was his. All his.

Jaune decided he didn't mind that at all. Yang was a confident girl, and exuded strength when she wasn't lowering herself for his enjoyment.

Summer would stay on her back where she belonged.

Overwhelmed with a sudden surge of fondness, Jaune tugged at Yang's hair. It wasn't a strong pull, just enough for her to know he'd done it.

Lavender eyes smiled up at him. Bright. Happy.

~TtT~

"And… And where are you two off to now?" Summer shivered as she looked at the faces on the other side of the scroll.

Taiyang - her husband - sent her a charming smile that would have left her completely giddy once before. It had left her giddy when she'd been a student at Beacon and it had left her giddy until relatively recently. Until her near-death experience at the hands of Salem and her agent. Until the Chateau. Until Jaune.

Now… Now, she found it cute. Idly, Summer shivered as she felt the wet tongue piercing her quivering lower lips and the suction around her painfully hard clit. Her hand dropped to the growing baby bump. Her master's baby.

"Mistral," Tai answered, a careless shrug that she could see through the screen even as Qrow was in the background checking them in to some inn or something, "The old man wants us to check on something here with Leonardo. Said something about there being a lot of fatalities with the huntsmen lately. Qrow knows more."

Hearing his name, Raven's brother looked over and must have just barely spotted Summer through the scroll that Tai was holding up because he sent her a wave before going back to what he was doing.

Good old Qrow. He'd been more than happy to be the last of them to still be living an almost nomadic lifestyle. With Summer being out of commission permanently and Tai being tied down with the kids, he'd been the only one of their team still able to do missions for Ozpin. And while he'd hesitated at first, he'd been more than happy to let Tai come along for his recent jobs.

Though he'd needed Summer's reassurances before actually agreeing. Something she'd been almost too happy to give.

"And how have you been? It's been more than a month that you've practically been on the road now?"

Her husband had been ecstatic. He mentioned how good it felt to finally be able to 'stretch his legs' as he put it. Tai had been stuck on Patch for more than ten years now, so Summer could understand.

The potion and the hypnotic suggestions she'd implanted had been a big help, too. It fed on his lust for adventure, preyed on his desire to see the world again.

Summer's husband had always been an adventurous soul. It was part of what made Raven be able to put up with him.

Without thinking, Summer's other hand reached down to give her sister-slave a pat on the head. An act of affection that was returned with a humm of pleasure and a sudden gasp that sent a jet of hot air and a surge of vibrations into her already sodden pussy. Summer shook. A stream of arousal flowed from her honeyed cunt, and her bare thighs could feel it overflowing from Raven's mouth as her once-teammate failed to gulp it all down.

Releasing a shaky breath, Summer idly wondered what look Qrow would have had if he knew that his absentee sister was with his former team leader, eating Summer out as she phoned them.

"Hey, Tai, we're checked in." It was Qrow, popping up from over her husband's shoulder. "Summer! How're the kids?"

The talk with Qrow was quick. She'd told him about how Ruby was settling into the Chateau and was already very comfortable with it as an almost second home, and that they were having lunch with Jaune right now. Meanwhile, Tai had handed the scroll to his best friend and took their bags up to the room.

Summer didn't at all miss that Tai hadn't even asked after the kids.

Yes, it wouldn't be long now.

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Chapter 34

Ruby swallowed.

And all it did was make the winding ball of iron right above her crotch worse.

Still, she couldn't take her eyes off the sight before her. It entranced her, the sights, the sounds, the movement. It was almost hypnotic… It was hypnotic.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

Jaune plunged his cock deep down her sister's throat. Both of his hands were twined around her sister's hair - her sister's hair - like a man would the reins of a horse. It was a messy affair, cloudy slime splashed out from between her sister's widespread lips whenever Jaune pressed forward, the all-too-noticeable bulge of his girth drawing an unholy curve down her sister's throat.

Yang's face shone, her hair hung heavy and stuck to the glistening skin of her cheeks and forehead. Thick, shiny, and viscous, Ruby could tell even from where she was hiding that it wasn't water.

And the strings. Brother Gods the strings. Threads that connected just about every inch of the blond boy's cock to her sister. To Yang's lips, her tongue - which hung limply, a welcoming carpet for the fucking going on before her - and even deeper. Down Yang's gullet, down the fuckhole that her face had become.

Ruby swallowed.

She felt nothing in her throat.

She wished she did.

~TtT~

It had started with training. Jaune's training.

Ruby had been invited by her mother. While it hadn't been the first time that had happened, it turned out that this wasn't an invitation to observe Jaune's training like Ruby had been allowed to do since coming here.

No. This time, and for the first time in what might have felt like forever, Ruby had been invited to join in.

As far back as she could remember, Ruby had wanted to be a huntress. Wanted to be a hero. Just like her mom - just like Summer. Because Summer had been a hero, once. Ruby had grown up on the stories of the things her mom had done, of the homes she'd defended and the people she'd rescued. Her father, her uncle, even some of the teachers at Signal all had something good to say about Summer Rose.

Her mom was a hero. Her parents were heroes. It was just that her dad had retired before her mom did and became more tied to being a teacher than continuing his work as a huntsman.

Which had changed this summer since he'd started taking missions now that her mom had retired.

Still, Ruby still looked up to her mom, still looked up to her dad and her uncle. Huntsmen and huntresses all. And she'd be one, too.

But she'd fallen behind on her practice, she suspected. While it's true that she was normally allowed to take it easy during the summer vacation, her daily spars with her parents just became more infrequent. Ruby still got to get her reps in two to three times a week assuming they weren't out of town on a trip. And even when they were, it usually wasn't too hard to find someplace for her and her parents to go a round or two or three.

That had changed when her dad had gone away. Sure, she'd been left at Beacon, but the older students hadn't been too keen on sparring with a kid. Professor Goodwitch had been more than happy to explain to the girl that it was because they were scared of getting into trouble. Students had less control than the full-fledged huntsmen, after all.

And while professor Goodwtich had been more than happy to give her the odd session, the deputy headmistress of Beacon was a little too busy to be able to do so every day.

Ruby Rose couldn't become a good - no, a great - huntress if she wasn't at the top of her game. And while she could make and maintain her weapon, she'd need to be good at actually using it if she was going to get into Beacon with her sister.

So she was more than happy to accept the invitation. Honestly, she was a little excited about it, too.

Jaune and Yang had gone a round first to get warmed up while Ruby was asked to do some light exercises. She'd wanted to wait, wanted to be fresh for her match with Jaune or her sister, but her mother had reminded her that she'd not been doing any fighting at all since the vacation started and Summer wasn't keen on Ruby suddenly having to tap-out of a fight because of a cramp of all things.

But it wasn't long before she'd been asked to hop into the ring. And, much to her surprise, it wasn't going to be a one-on-one. Instead, both she and her sister were going to be going up against Jaune.

It had been one hell of a surprise. Jaune hadn't really been touted as any kind of prodigy by Yang or her mom when they'd talked about him, mostly just talking about how he'd started later than usual since Summer had been his first combat trainer, and that Yang was helping out.

Sure, Ruby hadn't been as interested in knowing how good her friend was compared to asking about what weapons he used, but she hadn't expected him to be good enough to take on Yang and Ruby at the same time.

Yang was top of her class back at Signal. And while Ruby wasn't the same, she was no slouch. That was what happened when you had parents like Taiyang and Summer and an uncle like Qrow. She was out of practice a little bit, maybe, but she wasn't bad.

And neither was Jaune, apparently. Because while it was true that the sisters might have had the upper hand when the fight started, he'd somehow managed to keep up.

Yang's powerful punches were blocked or parried by Jaune's shield. Flashes of her sister's semblance washing over the two blondes whenever blows were exchanged. The dust crystals that Ruby had seen added to her friend's shield when she'd first been introduced to him all those weeks ago were doing a lot of work absorbing the impact of Yang's strikes.

Because Ruby had seen what happened to fellow Signal students that thought they could take Yang's attacks head-on.

It made a storm of steel, Jaune's shield dancing about in front of him to keep Yang from getting any good hits in while he closed on Ruby, immediately deciding he'd rather fight both sisters in close-quarters instead of letting the youngest of them keep distance with her sniper rifle.

At least until Jaune revealed what the dust-studded shield's secret was when Ruby decided to use her own semblance to rush behind him with Crescent Rose bared for a swing and she was met with a back-handed swing from Jaune's shield.

There was a sudden flash of light and a rush of air. Ruby's head spun as the world seemed to… fall away.

Had… had she been flying?

And then she felt herself hit the roof of the training room.

That… that had been a new experience for her. Her mother laughing as she fell to the ground in a fleshless and confused heap, the older woman picking her up off the ground and very happy to find that Ruby hadn't even gotten any bruises from that. The wonders of Aura.

It was hard to complain about it, too, since that had apparently won her and her sister the match from what her mom had said. Her sister closed the distance with Jaune while his shield was out of the way and parrying her friend's half-flailed sword strike to fend her off.

He'd gotten a punch to the gut for his troubles, for once taking the full-force of a Xiao-Long strike that had sent him skidding off the designated fighting space.

"Well done, three of you." Summer said, after she patted Ruby down to make sure she wasn't too hurt, "You held off both your opponents admirably, Jaune,"

Her mom proceeded to walk all three of them through the mistakes they'd made, as well as advice on how to improve. It wasn't anything that Ruby found particularly new, but it felt different when it was her own mom doing it. Dad was a teacher, sure, but combat class wasn't the main thing he covered, instead focusing on how to best deal with the people they were trying to save.

Mom was the fighter - had been the fighter. The only other person that might have seen more action than her mom had was uncle Qrow, and that was only because mom had retired from active service.

So she'd soaked it all up. Absorbed every critique given to her, especially the bits that her mom had caught that Ruby hadn't gotten at school. The girl wasn't sure if it was because of Summer's greater field experience than the teachers they had at signal or if the older, silver-eyed woman was more used to just focusing on every little thing her students did.

It must have been different just focusing on one or two students versus several entire classes after all.

But after that, they'd been dismissed, Jaune and Yang making a beeline for the showers while Ruby had stayed to quickly give her mom a hug.

"You're all sweaty, dear," her mother said, laughing all the while and more than happy to return Ruby's embrace anyway. A quick but wet kiss was planted on the crown of Ruby's head, the girl shivering at the contact at the rush of giddiness.

"I kept up!"

"You did!" Summer said with a cheer, her embrace tightening, "You did so well. I'm proud of you. Jaune's had a slow start, but he's been growing by leaps and bounds even with just Yang and I. If he had the mind to become a huntsman, he'd be a force to be reckoned with. And you managed to not just stay in there, but you and your sister managed to land the win."

She was shooed off to the bathroom shortly after, Summer explaining that as much as she loved Ruby's hugs, the smell of her daughter wasn't the best for her stomach and for Ruby's coming little sister.

Ruby had gone and gotten her shower, making a beeline for the nearest shower room to get herself cleaned up. She was already behind her sister and her friend, and wasn't too keen on being left behind, especially since they hadn't talked about what they were going to be doing afterwards.

It was only after she'd gotten out, after she'd already dried herself and was getting changed that some strange noises were coming from the other shower room. Loud enough that it was overpowering the white noise of falling water.

Only then did Ruby notice something.

There had only been one shower going. Besides her own, only one shower had been on when she'd come in, and that same shower was running after Ruby had finished. And she hadn't seen anyone else come out before she'd gotten into the changing rooms.

Which was how she found herself where she was now.

Ruby had suspected. Ruby would have said she was sure.

But she hadn't expected this.

Jaune was treating her sister so roughly. At some point he'd turned around - without ever taking his dick out from the other blonde's mouth - and shoved her up against the wall. Ruby winced from the sound, a dull thunk that she was sure would have done damage if not for them having aura. But she also knew that aura didn't dull pain.

Not that it seemed to bother her sister any. Yang had gone from being on her knees to squatting between Jaune's legs, her thighs spread wide to present herself while the water fell around them. Even then, Ruby couldn't help but think that the puddle of cloudy, shiny liquid that had begun to pool at her sister's feet wasn't entirely water.

Ruby could see it. See the way her sister's body shook each time Jaune's body pressed her head between him and the tiled walls of the shower. Spread legs twitched, and Ruby could even see her sister's hips thrusting upward, sparkles of Yang's arousal catching the light whenever the older girl did so.

Yang wasn't just okay with what was happening. It looked like… like she was enjoying herself.

She needed to go, Ruby knew. She shouldn't be here watching this. This was private, this was theirs.

But there was something hypnotic in the way Jaune crushed her sister against the wall, the way the bulge marking his invasion of Yang's throat moved up and down each time.

It was affecting both girls. Ruby could feel her breath getting heavier, her thoughts fogging up. A heat had suffused her body with an intensity she hadn't felt before and she'd played with herself last night. Yang wasn't exempt from this, either, her sister's normally sunkissed skin practically glowing pink with a full-body flush.

That same heat had culminated into something molten, a familiar viscosity that was beginning to pool between her legs and threatening to stain the fresh pair of underwear that she'd put on.

She was barely dressed as it was. Only her panties covered by the thick bathrobe that was left readily available for them in the changing rooms.

A robe that was really, really starting to feel too heavy on her scorching skin.

But she fought the instinct, even as one of her hands crept closer to the space between her legs. She couldn't afford to waste any more time. She couldn't afford to get caught. It'd be the most embarrassing thing ever.

Not that she moved.

Jaune's thrusts were getting frantic now, each press forward practically slamming her sister against the tiled wall. His hold on the other blonde had tightened, too. Hands wrapping several times around Yang's hair until he could place his hair-enveloped fingers directly on Yang's scalp. Ruby found herself wincing at the sight of it. She'd had her share of accidental hair-pulling in spars before, but there was one thing else that stood out to her.

Yang hated it when someone touched her hair. Even someone just brushing up against it accidentally caused her to fly off the handle at Signal to the point that very, very few people had the balls to actually go for it. And those that were crazy enough to try found themselves completely crushed after she requested them for the next set of class-approved spars.

A physical beating on top of being shamed in front of the class.

It was a testament to how much Yang was letting Jaune get away with if not only was she letting him touch her hair, she was letting him mandhandle it.

Then Yang came. Clear as day from where Ruby was, her sister sending a fountain of girlcum. It sparkled in the light of the bathroom, drawing a cone-like arch that fused in with the flow of water coming down from the rain shower in the center of the room.

Her sister thrashed as she broke beneath Jaune, her squatting legs looking like they'd give up beneath her while the older girl fucked the air beneath Jaune's tightening balls.

Ruby could hear Yang's scream. Muffled as it was, it still managed to make it all the way to the mostly-closed door that led into the changing room the two had taken. What little air that made it into Yang's lungs forced out from the force of it. Strings of throatslime seeped down, down, down. Drawing a trail between her sister's bountiful tits, mixing with the sweat and water from the shower and covering sun-kissed skin in an erotic film.

Only then did Ruby notice that her sister's nipples were pierced. Her clit, too.

But whatever else she might have wanted to think about the changes that had happened to her sister had gone out the window as Jaune loosed a throaty groan.

"That's it, Yang…" He gasped, his voice just barely a whisper that Ruby might not have caught if she hadn't been completely focused on what was happening in front of her. "Oh your screaming feels so good."

Jaune's thrusting was getting more frantic. His own legs shuddering as he erratically continued to fuck Yang's strangled throat.

Her sister didn't fight it. Even as the sound of her head banging against the wall behind her filled the room and joined the cacophony of violence and sex.

No. She didn't fight it. In fact, Ruby saw as Yang came some more. Her legs finally gave out beneath her, going limp as her torso trembled in what appeared to be a series of cramps. Juices shot out of her with renewed vigour while her lands clung on to Jaune's legs for dear life.

Ruby whimpered at the sight. Biting her lip, she did her best to keep quiet. Strength started to fail, too, as the heat all across her body pooled at the base of her stomach. Almost the same place where she could see her sister's body twitching as she came from having the boy she liked fuck her mouth and throat.

The silver-eyed girl wondered if her sister could breathe, if anything besides the sweaty musk of her blonde boyfriend was getting into that head of hers.

And if Yang couldn't, was that making it more fun for her? Did her sister like not being able to breathe?

Ruby wished she could find out.

One hand teased at the folds of her robe as the thought came. But that wasn't the place that she really wanted to feel something, was there? Despite feeling a ball of molten iron forming in her core, there was somewhere very specific that Ruby Rose wished she could have… penetrated.

Her fingers were salty. Clammy and practically slick with sweat from how worked up she'd become watching her sister be used by Jaune.

It had just been the first knuckle of her forefinger. And with how slender Ruby's fingers were, it shouldn't have had any effect on her.

But that wasn't what happened.

Ruby gasped as she felt her whole body come alight at the feeling of flesh being pushed past her lips. A sound somewhere between a moan and a scream bubbled up from deep inside her throat. Her lips pursed around her shaking finger, her tongue slathering it with spit while she instinctively tried to breathe through her mouth.

She swallowed.

The silver-eyed girl saw stars. She slumped against the doorframe, and her body shook uncontrollably. Her ignored core screamed to her, called her hand to her now-sodden nether lips. But more than that, there was something else.

Deep in her throat, the itch had returned. It wanted- She wanted- She wanted…

More. Deeper.

Ruby sent another finger in, shoved both digits all the way until she felt it curve downwards, felt her body fight against it and her throat close-up around her fingers.

That did it.

She felt her vision go white for a moment, legs completely surrendering beneath her as she collapsed to the floor. Her core sundered just from the feeling of her throat gagging around her fingers, a gush of thicker-than-usual spit coating her fingers and spattering across her hand while a fountain's worth of syrupy girlcum rushed out of her winking pussy lips, overflowed her ruined undies, and coated her thighs.

Ruby was cumming. She was cumming from watching her sister be fucked in the mouth by her boyfriend while she watched.

Her throat was aflame, jolts of electricity shooting up to her brain each time she felt herself gag on two - two - fingers.

Good… So good…

She didn't know how long she'd stayed like that. She didn't even know if she'd been caught.

Part of Ruby didn't care.

Instead she rode the unfamiliar orgasm, moved her fingers around in her mouth and at the entrance to her throat while the rest of her body shook like a dying fish as the puddle of her shattering grew beneath her. It soaked into her robe, coated her skin, filled her nose. Stimulating her senses the same way just the sights and sounds of her sister's debasement seemed to.

She hadn't been caught, though. In fact, she might have been gone for shorter than she thought she had.

Because when her vision finally cleared enough for her to see, and when she finally mustered enough strength to push herself up to her elbows to see what was going on, Ruby found her sister still being fucked.

And Yang was cumming still, too. How the older girl had managed to do that, Ruby didn't know, but a cold pit of fear opened up in her belly. Hot and cold mixing as she wondered what it would be like to be cumming for that long, shattering and shattering and shattering endlessly.

Jaune, though, Jaune just kept going. He smashed Yang into the tile wall, going hard enough that Ruby thought she could see her sister's nose being flattened against Jaune's crotch and her face being crushed into his tummy.

Still, Ruby could see the signs, see the way Jaune's thrusts had become short. He was practically rutting Yang's mouth and throat now, his cock almost entirely sheathed inside her sister's doubtlessly tight esophagus. His balls had risen, and his breaths were coming in ragged enough that even Ruby could hear it through the thunderous sound of her own heartbeat.

When he finally came, it felt like she was witnessing the arrival of a storm. Something deserving of awe.

There was so much. Even though Jaune refused to pull out of her sister's mouth, Ruby could see the way her sister's body almost seemed to warp around the load being pumped into her stomach. There was enough of it that Ruby could see some of it come out of her sister's nostrils, a drop or two threatening to run down her chin to join the absolute deluge of throatslop, sweat, tears, water, and… milk!?

But Jaune continued to rut her sister even as he came. The boy roared in triumph as he shot what must have been a titanic load after titanic load of swimmers down her sister's gullet.

Ruby… Ruby wished she could taste it. She wished she could reach out and pull Jaune out of her sister's mouth. To let his load shoot over the both of them, to feel the fiery heat of it on her skin and coating her hair.

Suckling on her too-small fingers, Ruby wished she could feel it going down her throat. Feel it form a warm ball of heat in her stomach.

The pit of fear below that stomach grew, cold and unwelcoming it was. This… this was all new to her - all of it. Never… Never…

Only then did she remember that Jaune was her sister's boyfriend. That she wasn't supposed to be here.

This was their private time, rough as it was. It was theirs.

And she didn't want to get caught. Because if they had questions for her, Ruby didn't know how she was supposed to answer.

So she fled. She crawled her way out into the locker room that led back to the training hall and half-stumbled her way back to her room. Crying all the while.

It was only when she'd finally shut the door behind her that she realized she was still dressed only in her ruined panties and a half-open bathrobe.

And that she never took her fingers out of her mouth.

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Yang felt her womb throb.

She whimpered - or tried to. Yang could feel her body squirming as her insides tried to squeeze down on an intruder that wasn't there, waves of pleasure coming off her too-empty baby room.

The girl was leaned up against her headboard, trembling knees squeezing down on one of her pillows while she did her best to merge herself to the thick slab of ironwood and the wall above it. Nights at the Chateau were cold. How couldn't they be with the unobstructed wind that could flow in from all directions. There were no buildings or mountains to block their path and while the property had been put on a plain, slopes leading up to the house meant they were on a low-rise plateau.

But despite how cold it should have been, Yang's room had turned muggy. Her naked skin covered in a sheen of sweat while heat came off her in waves so intense she could have sworn she saw steam fogging up her room.

It… It was unpleasant. Breathing had become hard, and her body still ached even though she knew her aura was repairing the damage.

Still… Still she couldn't stop moving.

Yang's hips rocked back and forth while her thighs burned, miming thrusts as she remembered what had been done to her earlier that day. Her hungry womb still wasn't satisfied, still felt too empty especially compared to how bloated her stomach felt, how her well-worn esophagus was still clogged with the echoes of Jaune's jelly-like load.

Ruby had seen her. Ruby had seen her being used by Jaune, had seen him wrapping his hands around her hair and driving his cock deep enough down her throat that she couldn't breathe.

This shouldn't have been the first time. Yang suspected that Ruby had seen her that night in Beacon when her master had driven her mad with linked pleasure. Made the blonde girl experience how he'd thoroughly used both Summer and Raven at the same time while she'd been forced to not only sit it out, but spend the whole evening suffering the live connection as she went out with her younger sister.

Summer's silver eyes still haunted those memories. They twinkled when they'd been at the restaurant, and glowed with mirth when she'd seen Yang in the restroom furiously cumming her brains out from feeling Jaune wring-dry the woman who'd birthed her.

And now… Now it was to the muffled sounds of her sister strangling herself on… something.

Yang didn't know what it was. She didn't remember her little sister owning any toys, doubly so since she'd helped Ruby finish her packing when they'd moved her here from Beacon.

But her sister was definitely using something. Because she could feel it. Digging deep down her esophagus, making it borderline impossible for her to breathe properly and only made worse by how thick the air had become from her exertions.

"Hgggrkh…" Spit came out from her gaping mouth like a fountain, overflowing through whatever phantom force was being shoved into her sister's throat and flowing down her chin. It joined the sweat between her cleavage. "Hggggggghhhhhhhh…"

Yang's body writhed as she felt the lightning bolt of pleasure going up and down her body.

Fingers. She realized, her thighs threatening to give out as she felt the light scrape of fingernails too small to be hers scraping the back of her throat, Ruby was throatfucking herself with her fingers.

And she was doing it loudly, too. Her sister's voice came through even the inherent soundproofing that had gone in each of their rooms. That the younger girl was managing to do so with her voice box blocked by her digits was impressive.

It had Yang wondering how much her sister had seen. She'd been vaguely aware that Ruby had been watching, that it had been planned that way since Summer had asked Yang if Ruby had ended up joining them.

But Yang hadn't really found out until after the fact. Apparently her sister had run out of the changing rooms sometime while Jaune had been using her and she'd been completely blind and deaf to it.

All of her attention had been on Jaune. Only Jaune.

Her empty womb clenched at the memory. Trembling hands pressed against the twitching flesh of her belly, heat from her palms granting Yang some small relief.

She'd have sighed if she'd been able to, instead gurgling some strange sound between a wet moan and a choke as she felt Ruby's fingernails drag against the back of her tongue.

Juane had fucked her throat until she was half-unconscious. She could still feel the heat of the loads filling her stomach. He'd gone and gone and gone on her that Yang had become too full to have dinner. Too exhausted to do much more than rest, which was why she'd spent the rest of the afternoon until now in her room once her master was done with her.

Though it wasn't like Jaune had finished with her quickly, either. No. Master Jaune had taken his sweet time playing with Yang, like he always did after training.

Once he'd had her on the brink of passing out from cock-induced asphyxiation, he'd thrown her to the ground and mounted her. Driven his cock all the way to her womb. Yang could still feel it. Feel how his girth split her open and the head of his cock pressed well beyond where her womb ended, tenting her skin as visible proof how he could rearrange her insides. How much of a cocksleeve she was.

Had Ruby been there to see that? Had her little sister seen how Jaune had crushed her? How his smaller body had taken charge and bent Yang in every way he wished?

Yang wondered if Ruby had seen the way Jaune had showered her in semen. When he'd done what had become tradition between the two of them and sat down and commanded that Yang jerk him off with her silken locks. When Yang had wrapped her hair around his length and pleasured him to compilation while her mouth slobbered all over his balls and she begged him to bathe her in semen.

Was Ruby still there to see Yang beg for him to cum inside her?

Hands pressed down on her womb, the blonde's body threatened to fall forward on the sheets as she felt her already tired thighs go weak at the jolt of electric pleasure that pulsed out. A jolt that was mirrored from the link she'd been given to her sister. Ruby's throat gagged on her fingers, but it instead sent a blaze of pleasurable fire up into her already light head and down into her hungry and neglected womb. Her hips thrust out as she imagined her master's cock before her, teasing her lips, promising to pierce all the way to her womb.

To fill her. To fill his cum bucket with the semen that he'd deposited everywhere except her core.

Because that's what he'd done.

Jaune had folded her in half as he fucked her today, his shorter form towered over her. But he hadn't cum inside her pussy once. Instead, it had been down her throat, on her face, in her hair, or even in her ass. But he had neglected her womb.

"Mphgggrkh… Hgggrkhhhh!" She wished she could whimper. Yang wished she could beg.

Master. Master Jaune. Please.

She wished he'd cum in her. She wished she could feel his hotness in her core, pressing outwards. Feel her body melting from the inside out as she leaked arousal from just the sensation of his load swelling her baby room.

Yang balled her hands into fists, her back arched forward so badly she must have looked like a bow being strung. From pressing her palms down on the bottom of her belly she instead started pushing with her knuckles. Rubbing up and down in an attempt to crush her womb.

"MPHHHHHHHHH!"s

The world fell away as she came. Shaking, trembling, Yang collapsed unto the bed while her hips continued to hump empty air. Girlcum shot out from between her legs like a fountain, shot with such intensity it turned into a fine mist, joining the already heady mix of her arousal, her sweat, and the remnants of Jaune's cum that she'd been unable to wash out from her hair.

But still her womb throbbed. Still it hungered for Jaune's semen.

So she kept going. Choking on the ghost of her sister's fingers while she began to work herself up to another orgasm with her knuckles crushing her battered womb. Silently praying for relief, for master Jaune's mercy.

Until eventually it came. A pair of silver eyes entering through her door and looking at her with something almost like pride.

"Master wants to see you, dear."

~TtT~

Jaune had spent the remainder of his day in his rooms.

He'd left Yang in a puddle of sex. But it seemed he'd gotten a little carried away because it was closer to evening than late afternoon when he'd finished. So he'd taken his dinner in his study with Summer and Raven's company instead of having it at the dining room.

Besides, he sincerely doubted that either Ruby or Yang were going to have the energy to be around him after what had happened. He'd heard the sounds coming from Ruby's room. A large part of him was sure that Summer was going to hear her still as she picked up Yang.

It also gave him some time to spend with Raven. Since Ruby had moved in, she'd been spending all her time in either his or Summer's room. Which wasn't much of a distinction since Summer's room was already attached to his, and she barely spent any time there anyway. But since they didn't really want to bother with having to explain Raven away, he and Summer had made the decision to just keep Raven in his rooms.

Raven didn't object, of course. Not that Jaune expected that she'd still be capable of that.

Tonight's dinner was a nice and quiet affair. He'd opted to take it in the sitting room of his study. Summer had opted to have a hearty meal made for them in the kitchen and brought up. The cart had been left at the door for her to wheel in.

Meaty stews with lots of veg, some sweet drinks, and even fresh fruits for dessert.

Everything had been made all the better by the fact that Summer had fed him all of it, all while Raven sat between his legs and made sure his cock never wanted for wetness or warmth.

"Did you catch when Ruby left?" Summer asked as Jaune took a bite of the stew. Tender meats that fell apart at one bite and vegetables that had enough body to keep the whole thing from feeling like mush in his mouth. The heat of the spices, the taste of it warmed his chest alongside Summer's curves pressed against his side, warding off the cold tonight.

Jaune thought back, but all he really remembered was the feeling of Yang's holes undulating around his cock as she came her brains out. How she trembled as she serviced him with her hair and hands before he coated her in his cum.

Maybe it was the far-away look in his eye, but Summer seemed to understand. Still, his first slave groaned in disappointment before going in and getting him another spoonful of stew. The silver-eyed mother-to-be placed more food before his lips while she teased at the bar nape of his neck.

He'd almost had, but there was a sudden surge of suction from down below. A blaze of hot breath accompanied by a deluge of spit and throat-slop that covered the entirety of his shaft and part of his crotch as Raven dove down and down and down. Until pursed lips were pressed against his base.

"Oooooh…" Jaune felt his body go rigid, legs straightened and his hips jolted up in a thrust.

Raven gagged, choked, swallowed. The flesh of her throat twisted down around his cock and did its level best to drag him down deeper, mostly around his cockhead. Especially around his head.

"Liked that, did you?" Summer cooed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Her lips left a press of scorching heat on his skin that was only elevated further when he felt more than heard Raven moan into his length.

"Fuck," He mumbled, gritting his teeth as he wrapped his arm around Summer's hip to ground himself.

But he couldn't take his eyes off of Raven.

Scarlet eyes had turned dull. Lifeless. There weren't any thoughts going on back there, not that Raven seemed to have much of them these days. Glued to Jaune's side as she'd been, captive in his room. She'd spent more time on her back or on her knees than anything else.

And Jaune wondered when he'd start to see it. It had only been a few weeks since Raven had joined his household, and she had a lifetime of physical activity besides. But it would happen. The days of nothing but housework and sex would catch up to her eventually.

He tried to imagine it. Raven. Softer. Plumper.

Inside the depths of her half-conscious gullet, Jaune's cock throbbed at the thought.

Then it was replaced with blonde hair and lavender eyes. A similar sight to the one he'd just seen earlier today after training. His cum covered her hair, the space between her thighs, her asscheeks, and her face pink from being slammed against his pelvis.

Yang looked so much like her mother.

But there were differences still. Raven's body was firmer, even as her pierced tits dwarfed her daughters. Wider hips that marked a woman ready to give birth - one that already had birthed, and a taller statue.

Jaune was suddenly hit by the overwhelming urge to see them side-by-side. To have them mirrored before him. A pair of twinned mouths pleasuring his cock while he painted two heads of hair stark-white when he climaxed.

Raven was painted in a different brush from her daughter. Pale skin and dark hair framed gorgeous red eyes. It made her a creature of the night.

"I wish I could have had Raven at Yang's age," he mumbled to himself as his free hand took a fistful of Raven's thick locks, pulling her back just a little bit before dragging her down again. Jaune shuddered at the way her insides clung to every inch of him, "I wish I could have them both. Now."

Dim eyes said nothing about not being there. Or her body had been conditioned enough that it acted on its own. Raven began to bob herself up and down his length. Shallow movements that kept almost all of him still inside her and moving at a lazy enough pace that Jaune could just bask in the feeling of it, letting go to let her move freely.

Still, he looked at her. Strings connecting her lips to the base of the fuckstick she'd become the onahole of. It was a sight.

He wanted it doubled.

"You… You can do that?"

Jaune turned to see Silver eyes studying him. Red-black brows knit in confusion.

He didn't immediately say anything. Opting to answer her question by waving a finger over the two of them. Jaune's will reached out as an invisible hand.

Summer stiffened. Raven screamed.

Both of them came.

For him it was a tingle, the thrum of electricity going through Raven's flesh from the magic he'd bound into the needles piercing her brought her back from the strange sex-trance she'd fallen into. Pain. But for Jaune it was pleasure, even as he felt the way it threatened to touch him from the piercing he'd left on her tongue.

Raven had been changed, however. Like Yang, pain that Jaune inflicted was as much pleasure, and after how high-strung she'd been - already seeping since Summer had started laying dinner out and Raven had been servicing him - she'd been waiting to pop.

And Summer felt it, too. Suddenly linked to her former teammate as she was.

Jaune didn't wait for their orgasms to die down. Once again grabbing ahold of Raven's head by her hair, he pulled her to his base and thrust up against her while keeping Summer steady against him.

He didn't miss the burst of molten liquid soaking into the sleeve of his robe. Summer gushed milk from her heavy tits as she came.

"After everything I've done to you. To Yang. What I'm doing to Ruby." Summer choked, eyes going wide as a phantom… thing filled her throat. A brief link Jaune made between Summer and the child she'd birthed to make a point. The woman gasped as the link was cut. "Do you think that changing someone's age is supposed to be hard for me?"

Idly, he gestured around them. To the Chateau, to his home, to where it all began. To this place of power. His power.

"With this? With how long I've had to get my claws into the two of you? Into Raven? Into Ruby?"

Raven hummed in pleasure. Tongue lashing at the underside of his cock as she began to come down from the high of her pain-included shattering. She was listening. Jaune could see her eyes looking up at him in what might have almost been wonder.

He loosed a shuddering breath. Reaching out he touched her cheek, felt it hollow out as she tried to swallow him down.

"But you're torn," Summer whispered, falling bonelessly against him and placing her head on his shoulder. Her heavy tits weighed down on his left arm, "You've told me how much you want to see Raven as she is, as a maid, as a bed-slave. I suppose it'd be a different appeal if she turned into Yang but in black and red."

Jaune could only nod. Ultramarine eyes closed as he saw both visions before him. Raven the maid, and Raven as the dark mirror to Yang's fiery exuberance. Both folded in half and split open by the iron rod between his legs.

A clenching choke drew him back, eyes opening to see tears pouring down the cheeks of the woman in question. Eyes slowly dulled again as she fell back into the rhythm of service.

Summer hummed thoughtfully, running her own hand through Raven's hair.

"But… But what if you could have it both ways?"

One gentle hand wrapped about his churning balls, Summer's fingers cupping him around a delicate warmth that contrasted starkly with the thrumming pressure of Raven's esophagus. Jaune felt her fondle him, encouraging him to ready a large load for what was to happen next.

"Think about it, master Jaune." Her voice was soft now. Soft enough that it was almost getting drowned out by Raven's soft gaggings. "Three girls. Raven exactly how you've been wanting to make her, Yang, and a twin." Another kiss, bright like starlight against his jaw. "Her twin."

He could see it, too. He'd already imagined the two ways he could have Raven. Seeing both at the same time? With Yang? Together?

Jaune shivered as he saw all of them in his mind's eye. Soft curves and the promise of firmer flesh. All obedience, all hot and warm and wet. Linked together by chains between their piercings and the mark of his cum between their holes.

"You see it, don't you master Jaune?" Summer cooed, the smile on her lips clear in the sound of her whispers.

Then she had his hand in hers and on her belly, on the growing bump that he'd put there.

"Why don't you give this little lady a sister? It's long overdue that you finally stuffed one into Raven."

More kisses. Sweet whispers between each one as more and more of Jaune's senses were drawn downward, down to here his cock was lodged to the base in Raven's gullet. He shook as he felt the pressure touching the peak, the abyss of his completion just waiting for him over the edge.

"You can do that, right?" Summer asked as she gave his balls a squeeze, Raven's spit coating her palm and fingers in just the sweetest way. "Make that little baby Yang's age? Give her a twin she never had?"

Jaune gasped. Suddenly the image in his mind went from a difficult desire to entirely within reach. But there was one problem…

"Her mind won't develop. Ahhh… Years…" He shook. Raven groaned into his cock and a surge of throat-slop washed over his length. Summer's deft hands collected the excess and rubbed it into the skin of his balls. "Take-Takes years to learn those skills. Can't fast-forward those."

The pleased hum Summer pressed against his jugular almost made him boil over.

"Good," she whispered, only too happy at the thought, "It's not that she needs to do anything besides take your cock anyway, right?"

Jaune felt Summer lick her lips while she was pressed against him, the sweet scent of her milk filling the air and joining the slightest tinge of ozone from the thrum of electricity still thrumming through Raven.

"We live for you, Jaune. For your pleasure. You've reshaped us to your liking, ruined our lives for your benefit."

Even Raven was losing it now. Her bobbing turned frantic, likely sensing the tense throbbing of his cock down her throat and wanting to encourage him. Did she still hear what was being talked about? That they were talking about putting a baby in her just so he could force-age the babe so that there'd be another Yang in Raven's colors?

Did she care?

"We're yours, master Jaune. Use us. Ruin us. Make more of us to ruin."

He could. He would.

Jaune came.

Chapter Text

Chapter 36

There was something different about tonight.

In the months since Yang had been pressed into Jaune's service, she'd walked down the hall that led to his room many times. She'd be bringing food up or down, taking his laundry to be washed, or even just waking him up to start his day.

Though the last was rare. More often than not, she'd be starting the day in bed with him, her mother opposite herself. It was together that they'd wake him, hands and mouths and pussies working together to pleasure him back to the waking world. Sometimes they'd have something planned and one of them would need to step away. Usually when the master had somewhere to be and he'd need to have breakfast soon after waking. A rarity in the summer months.

But almost as frequently, Yang would be staggering her way to her own room with her clothes ruined, her hair matted with semen, and her holes overflowing with Jaune's cum. A trail of her shame left behind her.

"Yang?"

Lavender eyes blinked as she turned to her mother. Summer hadn't birthed her, but Summer had raised her. Been the person to be her mother. But Summer had also been the one to sell her out, to offer Yang to this boy her age as a slave, a toy. Something that was about to be done to her sister, Ruby.

Idly, Yang's eyes drifted down.

Her mother had come in one of Jaune's robes. Nothing they hadn't worn before, but it was rare for either of them to wear them out in the halls - they had uniforms for those. It was rarer than even that for them to wear the robes open out here.

Summer's milky skin seemed to glow in the low light, a light sheen of sweat that accented her curves. From her graceful neck, to the barest hint of her collar visible through the robe, to the hefty hang of her fat and perpetually leaking tits. Lines of translucent white ran down the curve of her underboob, the soft lines of her hips, and down to her seeping and hairless pussy.

But it was to her mother's gravid womb that Yang looked, and her own ached at the sight of it.

Empty. She still felt empty.

When Summer had come in to collect her, Yang hadn't been in any state to go. Her hair crusty and matted from Jaune's cum, some of it still leaking from her abused asshole, and the rest of her covered the overflow of spit and dragged-up throatslop, she must have been quite the sight to behold. Especially with the cone-shaped stain that scarred her sheets, the remnants of multiple orgasms.

But with the connection to Ruby severed with her mother's arrival, she'd finally been able to collapse unto her bed. Exhausted, half-conscious, but still suffering from a womb that demanded it be filled with cock, cum, or both.

Yang was sure she'd passed out then, when the thread was cut and she was all of a sudden alone in her own body. Her brain half-fried from cumming too much and the rest of her just exhausted, she'd just… collapsed.

But when she woke it was to her mother doing her level best to clean her up, a wet towel in hand and a bath ready for her. A bath that didn't take her too long except for her hair, which needed more attention.

When she finally stepped out, however, her mother was waiting for her. A familiar set of golden chains hanging from her fingers in one hand and the exact same robe she wore in the other.

A robe Yang, too, now wore and chains that decorated her sunkissed skin. Decorated. That was a word, wasn't it?

"You're beautiful, Yang," her mother whispered as she pressed herself against Yang's back. Heat from her mother's stomach leached through the thin, silken robes. Summer touched her daughter's taut stomach, reached high above the navel before going into the folds of cloth to tease at the bottom of the girl's tits, "I'm so proud of how you turned out,"

A whore. A slave. A toy.

Her mother's other hand brushed over Yang's neglected womb and her whole body shuddered.

Then Summer teased at the chain.

The same chain that hung from her piercings, connecting her nipples and hanging down her center to her clit so she could be controlled by pulling one thing.

Yang groaned, her knees threatened to buckle. Nigh-instantly, her pussy warmed and turned sodden. A gasp filling the room as she leaned into her mother's embrace for some very real support.

Her mother leaned down and planted a kiss on the crown of Yang's head before leading the girl outside.

"What's happening tonight, mom?" She couldn't help but ask.

Because there was something different about tonight. It wasn't Ruby - who she could still hear vaguely screaming through the walls of her room and into the hallway. It wasn't training earlier. Ruby was being worked the same way Yang had been, the same way Raven had been though master Jaune was being nicer about it.

It wasn't even that her mother had come to get her the way she had. Though there was something new in Summer coming to clean her up, to dress her up and… decorate her like this. Clothed in a nice robe, but naked save for her piercings and the chain that Yang was certain master Jaune would be taking advantage of when the time came.

A doll. She felt like a decorated doll.

But on top of that there was something else. Yang wasn't sure if it was an energy in the air of the chateau or if it was just the tingling excitement beneath her skin, but something was up.

Her mother responded by yanking on the chain.

"M-Mo-Mom!" She stuttered, half-stumbling forward, "What the hell?"

"Something is happening, dear," the older woman answered, grabbing Yang by the hand and dragging her forward headless of the shakiness she'd sent her daughter into, "And I think the master was kind enough to let you take as much time as he did,"

The double doors leading to master Jaune's room were ajar. The light coming from between them called out to the whole hallway that it was time for the two of them to come.

A light that opened up to them as her mother parted the doors open wide.

That… that was a view.

Master Jaune's sitting room had been rearranged. Couches that were supposed to be used to entertain personal guests of his - that Yang hadn't been around long enough to ever meet, her mother told her, since he apparently let his sisters come up here - but were more-used for him to relax on lazy afternoons while one of them serviced him had been moved to the side. The table, too, had been shoved into the corner, and even the carpet had been rolled-up.

It would have left the room quite bare save the paintings, the bookcases, and the displays that still lined the walls, the tapestries that Yang never quite paid attention to, and the open doors that lead to his study, and his room.

But it didn't leave the room empty at all, no.

Not when Raven hung, strung up like a prized bird, from ropes that were thrown over the rafters.

She was naked, of course, save for the collar that would be bound around her neck for the rest of her life. Leather harnesses criss-crossed her flesh and squeezed her in all the right places: her thighs, her hips. Her tits almost seemed to pop from how they were being squeezed near the base, but still managed to hang heavy with her pierced nipples leaking milk.

A ring gag was placed on her mouth, her pale-pink tongue hanging down with little sprays of spit coming out with every ragged breath she made. Some of it even got on her hair, wild as it usually was but bundled up in a thick tail that was thrown over her right shoulder to get it as out of the way as possible.

Her mother - her birth mother, too had her chains dangling down. Her nipples, her clit, even her tongue. But unlike Yang, her mother's chains didn't connect at the ends, instead attached to a weighted bell that jangled every time she squirmed.

And she did squirm.

Legs folded up with her feet against her ass and her thighs spread wide by two different lengths of rope that pulled her to far ends of the rafters. Raven's arms, too, were folded very tightly against her back, forcing her to arch her back perpetually in what must have been very uncomfortable.

Knowing how Raven had been changed, however, Yang was sure that her mom was finding the whole thing just as enjoyable as she found it uncomfortable. Especially if the glassy-eyed look in her scarlet eyes were any indication.

As well as all the fluids leaking down the chains. Clear drool down her birth-mother's open mouth, white milk from her nipples, and the thick and cloudy seepage of her arousal.

"We're here, master Jaune,"

Only then did Yang notice him.

He was seated on one of the high-backed chairs on the other side of the suspended Raven, dressed only in his pajama tops.

Even he was focused on the hanging form of Raven, his fingers tapping excitedly on the armchair while he took the sight of her in. He licked his lips for a spell before he turned to them.

Lavender eyes laser-focused on her master's cock, saw the way it twitched at the sight of them.

"Glad to have you, Yang," he said as he stood, his bare cock exactly level with where Raven's holes were. But instead of stepping into the spread legs he walked around Raven. Towards them. "As you can see we've gotten your mother nice and ready."

"Ready for?" Yang couldn't help but ask.

Summer was pushing her towards Jaune before anyone answered, and he caught her with practiced ease. Sending her Summer a comiserating glance before pressing Yang against his side.

Yang shivered as she felt the firmness of his body press against her womb. The same womb that still hungered for him, yearned for his cum.

He caught it, too, she was sure. The way her shaky breath brushed against his cheek or the way her body must have trembled against his own because he sent her a grin before reaching down and squeezing one of her asscheeks and pressing her against him even harder.

"Master…" she couldn't help but whisper.

"We're going to be putting a baby in your mother, Yang." He said as his other hand reached down to the area over her own mother's womb, gently pressing against the pudgy flesh before clenching his hand into a fist and then pushing.

Raven screamed. A sudden spurt of arousal coming from between her parted legs as her back arched upwards in an instinctual need to pull away from the combined pleasure and pain. It sent the woman swinging, her body going to and fro from the sudden movement showing Yang exactly how the setup for her mother was going to work. With the doors open, Yang was sure that it would have echoed down the halls. Surely Ruby could have heard it. She doubted her sister would have cared if she was still fucking her mouth the way she'd been when Yang had been connected to her.

Though Yang doubted it would have mattered if Ruby walked out of her room to see them. She was certain the master didn't mind, if it wasn't a planned thing altogether.

Her birth-mother's gasps were pained as Jaune eased up the pressure, her head hanging down and the blonde girl was sure Raven's hair would have covered her head if it hadn't been tied off beforehand.

Pressed against her thigh, Yang felt Jaune begin to stiffen and, without another thought, she reached down. Her master shouldn't need to get hard by himself. And, as she wrapped her fingers about his girth, she realized that he was too dry.

Unacceptable.

"We have something very special in mind, too, but that's for later," Her master said as Yang dropped to her knees, "For now," Jaune's fingers twined through Yang's newly washed hair in a familiar motion, a practiced motion, "How about you get me hard, Yang Xiao-Long?"

She didn't need to be told twice.

This was her place.

~TtT~

Jaune had played with Raven as Yang sucked him off.

He was very relaxed about it, at least outwardly. But Yang could tell how excited he was from the way he throbbed down her throat, how his balls twitched against her chin.

Raven squirmed in her bindings as he molested her - at least as much as she could. Her pained moans filled the room whenever Jaune caressed a tit, or tugged at one of the chains. There was something in the way her master enjoyed her birth-mother's breasts, in the way he seemed to just cup them from below and relish in the heft of them that touched Yang deeply. She'd found herself doing exactly the same to herself, her fingers twining the chains and tugging on them for just enough hurt for it to be interesting.

It made her womb clench.

She wished that master Jaune's cock was inside her pussy instead, spreading her open and rearranging her insides as he drove the head of his cock all the way to the back of her womb and then some.

Each drop of precum that fell all the way into her stomach was instead readying her baby room to receive his load.

Yang used her free hand to press on the outside of it for some relief, something she was sorely beginning to need with how the feeling was starting to gnaw at her. It… it wasn't enough. She whimpered around Jaune's cock as he continued to enjoy himself with her birth-mother.

Raven came at least two more times from Jaune's ministrations. Her screams echoing through the room each time she did, though it was hard to tell if it was the pain from having such sensitive places pulled at.

Not that Raven spoke. The woman that had carried her seemed lost to it all, drowned in so much pleasure that she seemed incapable even of forming a coherent thought. A collection of holes that was made to just take the torture, take the abuse, take her master's cock, and be stuffed with his cum.

By the time Jaune seemed satisfied enough with Yang's service, she'd already gotten covered in the hot and misty sensation of Raven's girlcum. Spots of white-hot heat that fed into the hollow flame at the base of her belly.

Unceremoniously, Jaune dragged himself out from the depths of Yang's throat and positioned himself between Raven's half-slack legs.

Summer was by his side a moment later, grinning wildly as she wrapped her practiced fingers around the base of his length. Deftly, she aimed their master's cock at Raven's pussy, took hold of the central rope that held Raven aloft, and pulled.

Yang saw Raven cum again as Jaune penetrated her. Her insides now soft and pliant, did little more than accept the too-big size of their master's fuckpillar as he forced more and more of himself into her.

It wasn't long until he was knocking against the entrance to her womb, lavender eyes following every inch of his progress. Watching as the familiar-but-unnatural bulge of his advance went further and further in.

But not even Raven's womb had any fight left in it. With a sudden thrust, a shuddering groan from Jaune and cheer of triumph from Summer, Jaune was in.

And Yang felt the yearning hit her like a freight train.

On the floor she stayed, legs spread and strings of spit and throatslop just barely linking her to the cock that was fucking her mother, Yang stared on at the fucking happening above her.

Summer controlled the pace, braced against Jaune's side by one of his arms, she used both hands to swing Raven back and forth.

Unsurprisingly, her mother set a merciless pace. A pace that Jaune seemed to approve off as his heavy breaths hissed praises for her mother - both her mothers - as felt himself be massaged by Raven's insides.

"We should have done this long ago…"

"She doesn't want to let go, Summer."

Yang could see the truth of that. See the barest hint of pink as Raven's insides clung to her master's length each time she was dragged off his length. A pink that seemed to get longer with each pullback until Yang wondered if Raven's insides would spill out from the intensity of Summer's handling.

As she devoted both of her hands to squeezing down on her womb, her fingers digging deep enough that it felt like she was driving them into dough, she wondered if that would have stopped anything.

Not even for Raven, who was downright wailing now, her juices coming down like a waterfall each time Jaune bottomed-out in the depths of her.

"Deep!" Summer cheered, pulling harder and harder each time it happened as though she'd be able to push their master further into Raven's fuckhole, "All the way inside, Master Jaune!"

She'd snuggle up against the boy every now and then, planting kisses on his shoulder, or his cheek. Every now and then she'd lean in to whisper temptations in his ear.

Though she was never quiet enough that Yang couldn't hear her.

"Cum inside her, master Jaune!" she egged him on, pressing her face to the space between his neck and shoulder and taking a deep whiff of his scent, "Give Yang another sister!"

She felt empty when she heard that. As her master fucked Raven with the full intent to impregnate her, she felt so very empty. Her womb… Her womb wanted that.

It was violent. All of it. From the sound of slapping flesh, to the swinging of the weights, and the ringing of the bells with each sudden move or stop of Raven's suspended and helpless body.

And Yang wanted it to happen to her.

Wide, Lavender eyes couldn't take her eyes off any of it. Looking up as Jaune's balls slammed into Raven's clit, as her birth-mother's arousal coated the boy's balls in enough slick that it was running down his bare legs, as heavy tits swung and milk splashed against Yang's skin and the weighted bells threatened to hit the side of her head from the intensity of it all.

She wished it was her there. Strung-up and helpless as her master used her exactly as he'd made her to be: helpless and overcome with pleasure and pain both as he took his pleasure from her freely.

And when he finally came, something in her shattered. Her mouth paradoxically too wet and too dry at the same time as she watched Jaune fire shot after shot of his semen into the woman that had carried her, stuffed her with enough semen that Raven looked to be as pregnant as Summer was.

"Muh-" she gasped, "Me!"

She'd gone ignored, of course. Her master was in the throes of his own orgasm while Summer was focused on making that orgasm as satisfying as possible. Yang could see how Summer cradled Jaune's nutsack with one hand while she kept Raven braced against his crotch with the other. Rhythmic squeezing of her fingers encouraging more sperm to be pumped into the hapless woman's defenseless womb.

"Me!" she continued to say, breathless, desperate, "Me!"

Her.

Cum in her.

Impregnate her.

Stuff her womb. It wanted it. Needed it.

Yang needed it.

And she told them. Again and again until the stars disappeared from Jaune's eyes and he looked down at her and listened.

"You can't, Yang," her mother said as she got down and knelt beside her daughter, idly licking her fingers of semen and girlcum both while Yang stared at the seeping load that managed to leak through the plug made by master Jaune's cock, "You're going to Beacon."

Her hands once more pressed down on her too-empty womb.

"Do… Do I have to?"

Something flashed in her mother's eyes, at her words. Whatever haze of arousal that had clouded all their minds vanished in the face of it.

"Are you sure? You've always wanted to be a huntress, Yang. Since you were little."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Yang loosened the pressure on her womb. Aura stepped in almost immediately, whatever hurt she'd caused herself from the callous treatment of her skin faded away as an almost-bruise and the faint mark of her nails disappeared. Pain faded, but the pleasure remained.

The hunger, too.

Clenching her fists, she remembered the feeling of her gauntlets, Ember Celica. Weapons she might never get to use professionally if she pulled from the program.

But would it even matter to her? Going back to Signal meant being away from her mother, being away from Jaune. And she'd barely been able to survive being neglected for hours, of having her womb starved of cum for a day.

How could she possibly manage being back at Signal for most of the week and staying at their house on Patch until the weekend. And that was assuming she'd be able to come back on weekends at all.

And… And Yang knew the power master Jaune held over her. Was this her? Or was this him?

Did it matter? Did her choice matter?

A gentle hand placed over her cum-starved womb sent her whimpering.

"Oh honey," Summer cooed, drawing Yang into a hug.

"I- Ah… I-" she was sobbing, confused and aroused, and lost all at once, "I don't know."

~TtT~

It hadn't taken much for Jaune to calm Yang down.

Though he couldn't say he'd ever had to dick-down someone that was sobbing against his chest while she rode him, if it could be called that. Yang had been a limp thing, insensate while she cried her heart out and her pussy and womb devoured his cock and refused to even consider letting him go.

Not that he needed to move an inch to enjoy her. Yang's well-trained fucktunnel doing all the moving until he was cumming inside her cockwarmer pussy.

Yang, exhausted and lost, passed out soon after.

And Summer? Summer was ecstatic.

"Masterfully played, master Jaune,"

She was caressing the daughter she'd raised, placing tantalizing licks along the place where her jugular would be while she yanked at the chains connected to her nipples. Her fingers were coated in her daughter's milk.

"Do you think it was enough?"

The silver-eyed woman sent him a raised brow before offering Jaune her milk-coated fingers. Yang's milk was sweet.

"I don't think Yang will even make it to graduation," she said as she pulled her daughter off his cock and laid her down on the floor by his feet, "And if she does it's a testament to her strength of will. But graduating to Beacon? Making it there at all? I doubt she'd be able to handle being away from you after another summer."

Which brought his attention back to the other half Summer's little idea: Raven.

He'd already cum inside her once, but while he was confident enough his seed could take, why be in a hurry?

"Summer," he said as he got up, his filthy cock was pressed against his first slave's lips and being cleaned moments later, "Do you remember when I put that baby in you? Do you remember how long it took?"

Her eyes met him with a light that was downright sinister. With a pop, she pulled herself from his cock before pressing a sloppy kiss to the head of it.

"Days."

Chapter Text

Chapter 37

It was odd to not be sucking her master off first thing in the morning, Yang realized.

Perhaps it was a testament to how far she'd fallen, or how thoroughly master Jaune had broken her. Months ago, she'd have tried to beat anyone that would have even implied that sucking cock was the first thing she'd do in the morning.

Not now.

She was pressed against Jaune's side. They'd retired to his bed after he'd finished with her birth mother the night before. Summer had been on his other side, and she'd gently stroked his doubtlessly sore muscles as he wound down for the night while Yang did her level best to fuse herself to their master's other side as she thought about what he'd asked her.

Giving up becoming a huntress. End her childhood dream before she'd even started it. A stark difference from what her mother - Summer - had done. Where she'd managed to start her family while continuing to serve before an injury ended her career.

And then Jaune. Jaune who now owned all the women in their family. Ruby, too, because Yang could see the writing on the wall.

Did she want it? Yes. Her womb, even now, wanted to be filled. Stuffed full hot, sludge-like semen that would be packed so tightly it sat at the entrance of both her ovaries. Until her young and fertile body gave up the ghost and grew pregnant with his child.

But it'd mean not going to Beacon, not finishing her schooling. Relegated to a young, hot, and blonde set of holes that spent all her time on her knees or on her back freely available for Jaune's use. Alongside both her mothers and the sisters she would soon be having.

And a daughter. Well, eventual daughter.

Yang couldn't help but imagine it. Another blonde girl, a copy of her in all but her eyes which would have Jaune's shade of ultramarine blue. Both of them on either side of their master, a smaller mouth choking on Jaune's too-big cock while Yang encouraged her the way Summer had, her hands stroking Jaune's tummy, Jaune's crotch, cradling his balls as she talked her daughter through the worship of cock.

Lavender eyes closed at the image of it. A whole family tree born from the seeds he planted, grown around him like a garden of soft flesh and willing service. All his.

As it should be.

Her hand stroked his bare skin beneath the blankets. Slow, stead, firm. A massage intended to stoke desire as well as loosen well-used muscles. Every one of Yang's instincts yearned to creep down beneath the sheets, to take him into her mouth and strangle herself on his cock and hopefully coax a load from him exactly as he was drawn back to the waking world.

Or better yet, to drive his length all the way to the back of her womb and use her cocksleeve-pussy to jerk him off as she kissed and worshipped him with her mouth until he awoke.

But he wouldn't like that. It was her birth-mother's turn to be stuffed with cum, to be… impregnated.

Her womb clenched at the thought, slick ran down her thighs and Yang couldn't help but whimper. It was a pathetic sound, one that she was sure her master would enjoy.

"Master Jaune…"

Yang teased at the area around his cock as she whispered to him. Pressed against his side with her cheek laid on his shoulder, she could feel the heat coming off him. Her body must have been hotter than his on account of her semblance, she was sure, but there was something in the heat of him that excited her already hungry core. It could be in the way his chest seemed to rumble with each breath, or the firmness of his still-developing body that belied a strength anyone else in their age group shouldn't have possessed.

She teased his crotch, his thighs. Her breath brushed the underside of his chin and his jaw while she periodically pressed kisses against his neck and shoulder.

Already she could feel her ministrations bear fruit. His juice-covered cock brushed against her forearm as it began to harden. A rod of white-hot iron.

"It's time to wake up, Master Jaune," she whispered between kisses, her practiced lips pushed up against his ear and even slipping in the odd lick while her fingers drew circles around the base of his cock. "Raven needs her breakfast. She needs more of your cum."

Yang did, too, really, but it wasn't her place to ask for it. Not right now. Jaune's cum was for Raven at the moment. Until he decided that she'd been sufficiently stuffed to guarantee her pregnancy - a thought that boggled Yang's mind considering just how much Jaune could loose in a single load. How had they all not gotten pregnant yet?

But she supposed that was all part of his control over them, wasn't it?

"You said you'd keep going, didn't you? When you told mom - Summer - last night how long it had taken to get her pregnant?"

She was licking his ears now. Covering it in her heated breath as she exhaled while her hand below had started on a slow and languid handjob to stimulate master Jaune back into the waking world.

Days, mom had said. Days.

Yang wanted to ask Summer what it had been like. How she'd survived the ordeal. Jaune was rough with them most times, and there were days where Yang was certain he'd be fucking her to death. From the way it felt like her lungs were crushed as he rearranged her insides, or how her heart might burst or her brain might melt as he dragged her from one orgasm to the next without allowing her even a moment to rest.

To do that near nonstop. For days…

Raven hadn't been given any respite until Jaune had decided it was time to sleep. Jaune had deposited load after load inside her, so much of his cum being pushed into the comparatively small space that was her birth-mother's womb that it came out in a deluge every few loads. Managing to push through the previously air-tight seal that their master created when he plugged their holes up with his cock.

Catching her breath as she felt master Jaune begin to stir, she looked to see the state her mother was in.

Raven's body was a mess. She was covered in Jaune's semen from head to toe. A glaze that Yang could catch in the morning light. Dark hair matted and hung heavy with several loads that had been shot unto it from behind. A trail of Jaune's baby batter trailed down the middle of her perpetually-arched back all the way down to her abused asscheeks that still held the marks from last night. Angry red and pink, slathered with off-white. A beginning to the waterfall of sludge that still came from between her legs.

Even now, it flowed out of her. A slow and steady stream of molten fuck-sludge that formed a massive puddle beneath her suspended form. Yang hoped she'd be able to drop her mother into it before she was asked to clean her off.

"Yang…"

But she had someone more important to take care of first.

"Good morning, master Jaune," she leaned back down to plant a kiss on his cheek. The hand beneath the blanket doing a very firm tug towards the head of his cock. "Did you sleep well?"

His length was still wet. Slick with Raven's juices and some spit. Yang and Summer had made it a point to clean him off any of his own cum that might have gotten stuck to him before bed.

With their tongues, of course. Only the slaves should sleep covered in semen.

His half-asleep hum was all she needed to hear to be spurred into action.

Yang slipped down into the blankets after giving her master one last tongue-lashing against his ear. Something that left his length throbbing in her grip and his hips thrusting against her hand unconsciously. It brought a smile to her face to see that she could please him so, draw those excited and half-thought responses from him when he was normally the one that could turn all three of them into putty in his hands.

She'd been instructed to not suck his cock, that she was not to take any cum that was strictly reserved for Raven right now.

But Summer had never said anything about sucking Jaune's balls. Coaxing his jewels to make bigger loads, a thicker batter.

"Oh… Yang. Hngggg…"

And he was pleased. Yang couldn't help but smile, groaning in satisfaction as she felt his hands twine around her hair and pull her closer against his balls. His cock twitched and throbbed as he groaned above her, his grip tightening enough to hurt and sent her into the throes of excitement as her womb shuddered at his very casual abuse.

Her hands weren't idle, either. Of course they wouldn't be. Moving from her handjob, she caresses his sides, his hips, his thighs, his tummy. Anything but his cock. At most she'd brush against it 'accidentally' when she'd stroke at the area near it, or when she'd pull back from his balls and slather them with her tongue.

Jaune loved it all. His little gasps filled her ears, and sent her twitching pussy leaking. She was sure her knees would have gone weak if she'd been kneeling.

"It's time for Raven's breakfast, master Jaune."

He shivered, and as their eyes met when he cast off the blanket, Yang knew he was tempted. Tempted to take a tighter hold of her hair, tempted to drag his cock over her face and stuff it down her throat. She could see it in the way he looked at her, the hunger there that she'd grown only too familiar with since she'd become his.

Yang would have let him, too. He called the shots, after all, and it was his rules they all lived by now. If he wanted to bend them for his benefit, that was his right.

Panting, he grinned down at her. Lavender eyes that could barely look past the great mast that was his member. Yang sucked at his balls and wrapped both her hands around the base of his cock.

"Get her cleaned up," he said despite not letting go of her hair nor moving to get up himself, "I'm not touching that thing with how filthy it is."

Thing.

Thing.

Yang's eyes rolled back into their sockets as she felt herself cum just from the thought of how casually cruel he was being. Her hum pulled a groan from her master as she screamed into his ballsack.

Only then did he let go of her hair.

"Get… Ahhh… Get going."

It took Yang a moment to recover from the small orgasm, but when she did she remembered something.

"Can… Can I drop Raven? Into the puddle?"

Jaune looked over the bed to see what she was talking about.

He laughed.

"Sure. I'll see you in the bath."

Yang didn't know why, but it was her chest that felt warm just then and not her womb.

~TtT~

Jaune and Yang didn't show up for breakfast.

After the night she'd had, Ruby had been really worried that she might have embarrassed herself. Something that would have been a very real problem considering her sister was just in the room next door and their mom was in the one down the hall. And Jaune. Brother Gods, she'd have been unable to live it down if Jaune had heard what she'd been up to.

Unconsciously, she'd made her way to his door to see if he was awake. She'd already been in there a few times and it wasn't like Jaune had ever expressed that his quarters were off-limits. Besides, the first thing she'd see if she got in was his sitting room and not his bedroom. Worst case, she'd planned to wait on the couch before she went down with him for breakfast.

She'd been reaching for the door handle when it opened to reveal her mother. The sight of whom left Ruby feeling embarrassed for the woman. It was a sheer thing. Thin enough that Ruby could see the color of her mother's milky skin underneath, nevermind that the robe was already white.

Every curve, every dip, every jiggle of her mother's softening flesh was seen with every gentle movement. Ruby felt a warmth in her belly and an itch at the back of her throat.

It had been so bad she'd barely managed to croak out a "Good morning, mom."

Not that her mom seemed to notice. Instead, Ruby had been directed down to the main dining hall, where she found that Yang wasn't down there. And she hadn't been in her room, either. Her perfectly in-order room.

"Oh, she's in Jaune's room right now," her mother answered as she was spooning food unto her plate. "They're having breakfast together."

Silver eyes grew wide at the answer, though she didn't have the courage to ask her mother the questions that were bubbling at the tip of her tongue. How long had she known that they were together? Was it a very recent thing? Did… did she know what they got up to in private? Was… was that okay?

Ruby was reminded of what she saw Jaune and Yang doing the day before in the training room showers. How he'd lodged her throat with his thing and used her sister's mouth like he owned it. Even grabbing at her hair in ways Yang let no one else touch.

The girl swallowed. Her mouth was filled with too much spit. Even then, she felt a little bit of it escape from the corner of her mouth when she tried to take a deep breath. Alongside it came the feeling of being watched.

Silver eyes that mirrored her own started at her, her mother's face surprisingly serious before she noticed that Ruby was looking back at her.

"Hungry, are we?" Summer said, her face morphing into an almost familiar grin.

Ruby didn't know what to answer. Or what to think. So she nodded and began to eat.

The meal went quietly, but her mom excused herself before Ruby could finish her own food. Work, she said, but Ruby didn't miss how her mother walked right back upstairs, nor could she take her eyes off the way her mother's hips swayed with each step she took. The swell of her very plump behind was very clearly visible through the robe.

It was only then when the thought struck her.

Was… Was Jaune also fucking her mom?

And that was what brought her back up the stairs after she'd finished her meal. A meal that didn't do much to alleviate the itch in the back of her throat. Not really.

Ruby gulped. Swallowing. That did something. It also sent a jolt directly down to her poor pussy. Just like how her fingers lodged deep down her gullet seemed to make her feel the best of all. Even the memory of it had left her knees shaking, hot breaths coming in pants as she held unto the handrails of the stairs as she crept her way back up the stairs.

Jaune and Yang were in his room. Yang's room was still empty, and there was no sign of her mother. Ruby was sure at least two of them were still in the boy's quarters.

His door was unlocked. But that wasn't particularly new.

What she hadn't expected was to see the chains dangling from the ceiling. Or to hear the sounds coming from the bathroom.

Flesh slapping flesh. Gagging, choking. Strangled moans, and cheering.

"We should drown her, master Jaune. Stuff her tummy full of cum and shove her head under the water while you fuck another load into her baby bag."

Yang.

Ruby had never heard Yang sound so… calloused. But it did confirm one of her suspicions. Yang and Jaune were fucking, and Summer was involved. Her mom. Jaune was fucking her sister and her mom.

Together, too.

A well of fire opened at the bottom of Ruby's belly. Her knees grew weak and she barely managed to get down on her knees on the rug of Jaune's sitting room before she fell down. She didn't want to make noise and disturb them.

Like the day before in the training room showers, however, she wanted to watch. Needed to watch. She didn't know why, but she did.

Swallowing - and shivering as she felt another bolt of lightning go up and down her spine - she crawled to the half-open door of the bathroom.

Only to be surprised again.

That… wasn't her mother.

It was a familiar person to her, Ruby was sure. Insofar as a woman with her face pressed down to Jaune's crotch while Yang had the tresses of raven hair wrapped around both her hands like the reins of a horse and controlling the pace of a blowjob even more violent than what Ruby had seen Yang subjected to the day before.

They were in the tub. Jaune sat against one wall on the edge of it while the woman was half-submerged in the hot water with Yang directly pressed behind her.

"Suck, mom," Yang growled, pressing her full weight against the older woman, "You aren't eating anything but cum for the next few days, and master Jaune has a long day of pipelaying in store for you,"

Mom.

Mom.

Ruby remembered it now. A photo of her mom's old team. Her dad, uncle Qrow, and a dark-haired, scarlet-eyed woman that she'd never seen before in her life. Yang, but darker. Painted in a different brush.

Raven.

"Hello, Ruby."

The gasp was smothered by the hand her mom had put over her mouth, what struggle she had stopped as she felt her mother's heavy tits and pregnant belly pressed against her back. The baby, she thought. Struggling might hurt it.

"I have to admit that I expected you here sooner," her mother giggled as she whispered against Ruby's ear. The hand that wasn't covering her mouth crept down her abdomen and slipped back up after getting beneath her shirt.

Ruby shuddered in her mom's grip as Summer caressed the area closest to the blooming heat in her belly. This time, the woman's hand stifled a whimper instead of a shout.

"Look at them," her mother instructed before planting a kiss on the crown of Ruby's head, "Raven's come back to us, Ruby. Come back to join our family."

Jaune had gotten up now, his hand joining Yang's on Raven's head in some perverted sign of affection while he began to fuck Raven's mouth in earnest. A savage fucking where he'd drag out half of his prodigious length from the depths of the dark-haired woman's throat before slamming himself forward with enough force that Ruby was certainRaven would have been thrown back if not for Yang keeping her own mother anchored.

The mouth-pussy was a fountain of obscene fluids. Precum, throatslop, drool. The red eyes that Ruby had seen in the photo gleaming with a ferocity she'd never seen before were now glazed and sightless. The choker around her neck stretching with the bulge of her neck from the way Jaune's girth spread it open.

"You want it, don't you?" Summer asked, though Ruby's mom didn't seem to keen on an actual answer as fingers invaded the young girl's mouth.

Fingers she moaned around. Licked. Slathered with spit. Sucked.

And when Summer drove her digits all the way back, when she threatened to enter Ruby's throat, Ruby lost it.

She came. She came in front of her mother while she watched her friend fuck her sister's mother's mouth.

Ruby came.

Because she did want it. She wanted to be strangled by that cock. To drown in the cum just like Yang said.

Her mother understood, somehow. Perhaps it was the way her whole body rocked with the force of her orgasm, how her legs completely gave out beneath her and it was only Summer's hold of her that kept Ruby kneeling at the door to the bathroom, the tiles sprayed with girlcum as she squirted all over.

"You do!" Summer giggled as she planted a kiss on Ruby's cheek this time. "Well, you can't yet. Not for the next few days, in fact. Master is trying to give Yang a new sister - a twin!"

Ruby didn't understand what her mom was telling her as she explained what was going to happen to Raven. The only thing she understood was that no one was getting any cum from Jaune but Raven, and that she'd be forced to do nothing but watch until then.

Despair joined arousal as she came once more after realizing she wouldn't be able to have that cock in her mouth at all. A cock that her body was telling her she needed in her throat lest she go mad.

Ruby wept as she came again. Even the thought of denial somehow throwing off the edge and turning her into a quivering mess of a little girl in her mother's arms.

Her only solace was the feeling of her mother's fingers at the entrance to her throat, and the small relief it granted her as she choked on them.