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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Character:
      Weiss_Schnee, Ruby_Rose_(RWBY), Blake_Belladonna, Yang_Xiao_Long,
      Neopolitan_(RWBY), Neon_Katt, Coco_Adel, Raven_Branwen, OC_-_Character,
      Velvet_Scarlatina
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      Published: 2018-02-22 Updated: 2018-03-06 Chapters: 4/? Words: 8136
****** Mika's Special Drawer ******
by Twisted_Fate_MK2
Summary
     Random smut drabbles and my first posting here. Some are standalone,
     others have continuity, have fun figuring that shit out. I do hope
     you enjoy and while we have almost ten instances planned out,
     suggestions are welcome. And yes, I am the Twisted from FF. Same guy.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Ren had needs. Dealing with Nora constantly, her infuriating need for pancakes,
affection that didn't go far enough, and loud noises and stories
was...Stressful to no end. Especially with how she insisted on bouncing around
in those damn skirts of hers.
He loved her, he truly did deep down to his heart... But a guy's gotta have a
few minutes alone to sit down, relax, and enjoy himself. Especially when the
woman he wants more than anything insists on bouncing around, letting everyone
in the world see her milky thighs and bright pink underwear. If he was the
suspicious sort, he'd almost think she did it on purpose a lot of the time.
And now they were sitting in class, the girl's leg pressed against his, barely
an inch from his fingers where they rested on his own thighs. For once, she was
quiet, focused on the fights that were happening- but he could only feel her
thighs against his slacks. So irresistibly soft, and even more so in how close
they were… Swearing, he decided his need outweighed the class.
He triggered his Semblance, waiting a few moments for it to take effect fully
as he gently ran his hand against Nora's thighs, all of it seeming quite normal
to the girl and the people around them. Which matched his Semblance name. But
as he felt her thighs against his fingertips, he felt his own needs growing.
He went a bit deeper, rubbing his thumb against her panties as Nora shifted and
groaned light;y, looking down at him. "Ren, do you need something?"
"Nothing quite yet, just sit for me right now, and loosen up your skirt a bit.
Okay?"
She nodded, going back to the fights as she unzipped her skirt, letting her
partner pull it down her hips and lifting so he could slide it further past the
curve of her generous behind and drop on the floor around her feet. He urged
her legs open with a hand, pulling at her soft thigh gently, and she spread
until her stopped her and leaned back slightly, so he could access whatever he
wanted. Just like he'd told her so many times before.
They were more than practiced at this by now, Ren was… Quick to escalate and
exercise his needs out on her, and she was always willing whether he used his
Semblance or not. She knew what to do, how to do it, and that she should always
be on the pill, at least until they were ready for something more than being
just partners that banged sometimes. All just in case Ren was 'in the mood'.
Which was also the reason for Nora only wore a thin, lacy pair of panties,
instead of shorts or something more protective under her skirt.
"Pyr, can you scooch over? Ren wants to take care of something." Nora
whispered, the Mistralian taking a single look at what was happening under the
table and nodding, sliding a bit to the side slightly in the bench and pushing
Jaune over a bit to make room. "Thanks, Pyr! You're the best. Right, Renny?"
"Quite." Ren said quietly and distractedly, as Ren raised a hand, cupping her
most intimate of places and gently rubbing it, hearing Nora's breath hitch as
she gave a soft and contented sigh, eyes closing slightly as his fingers went
to work. Finding her sweet spots was easy, he'd been doing it for years, and
inside a minute she was panting and gripping the table in front of them hard
enough for the wood to groan.
Below them, the currently fighting team finished, and goodwitch looked into the
crowd, her eyes passing over the two as she picked out another team.
Trading out his left hand for his right while he played with her, he pulled her
against his shoulder and wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, resting his
hand on her throat and forcing her chin up so he could nip at her throat,
making the woman groan loudly as he found her collar and bit down gently,
"Reeeeen… Don't be mean..."
He smirked in reply, tugging her panties to the side as he dug his fingers into
her, ever-so-gently moving them inside her, the woman moaning every time he
touched one of her sweetest spots while he held her throat and kissed up it,
biting the tender flesh while his thumb rolled her clit gently on occasion to
draw out another groan or a moan. Kissing his way up her throat and to her ear,
he bit on her ear lobe gently, "Suck me off, Nora, and I'll think about letting
you cum."
"Okay, Ren, whatever you want." She said, turning on the bench and bending down
to work at his pants with her fingers while Ren reached down her back to grab
at her ass greedily. After a bit, Nora had fished out his dick through his
zipper, gently licking the head a few times experimentally before she opened
her mouth to suck his dick.
Groaning, he pulled her hair out from in front of her face and held it there,
using the grip he had to encourage her to take more and more of the shaft into
her mouth. With his other hand, he gently squeezed her ass, kneading the soft
flesh before sliding his hand further down to reach past her ass and prod at
her entrance, the woman moaning around him pleasantly at the contact and taking
more of him as encouragement.
Pulling her by her ass, he hauled her further into his lap so he could get
easier access between her legs, and she moaned loudly even around his shaft as
several fingers entered her, toying with her and driving her closer to the
edge.
She gently hummed in reply, sending vibrations through his dick as she pushed
herself deeper into him in gratitude, speeding up a bit as he grunted in
pleasure. He sped up his fingers a bit in reply, sending a shudder through
Nora's body as she came, his fingers getting drenched as the sounds of his
fingers entering her sound out amongst the sounds of combat and slamming a fist
into the table with her climax hard enough to splinter the wood.
"Cumming." He warned quietly, as Nora continued do deepthroat him, holding her
throat down as the first few bursts came from his dick, quickly filling her
mouth until she pulled away unable to breath, his member leaving her mouth with
a wet 'pop' as his seed splattered across her face, the woman panting lightly
and standing up in front of him.
"Now that you two are finished…" Miss Goodwitch said, tutting gently as Nora
swallowed his load and smiled satisfiedly at her. "Miss Valkyrie, you are up.
Assuming you don't need a moment to catch your breath?"
"No, Miss Goodwitch." She said, stretching as she rose and heading for the
changing room, "I'll get ready to smash some heads, now I'm in the mood for
smashing~!"
"And do wipe yourself off, will you?" She chided lightly, shaking her head in a
good natured way.
She scooted out of the way, her fluids still on her thighs, her pussy still on
full display, and a few streaks of cum on her face as she walked down the
stairs, Ren's eyes firmly on the girl's rump as she swayed her hips a bit more
than usual for his benefit, almost to say 'follow me and have more fun~'
God he loved Nora.
***** Blaked Against a Wall *****
Chapter Summary
     OC (Ray Steel) and Blake. Ray uses a Semblance to 'convince' the
     Belladonna to come outside for some fun against the wall at Beacon.
Ray Steele was a simple guy, with simple dreams : He wanted to fuck girls.
A lot of them.
As often as possible.
And as many different girls as possible.
That, at the end of the day, was the only reason why he even started trying to
be a Hunter in the first place. Sure, he wasn't the strongest guy ever, he got
his ass kicked the last time he tried to fight "Fairly". He learned that lesson
quickly. Fair only mattered in whether a woman was fair looking or not. Beyond
that it was useless.
But while he wasn't strong, he was damn smart. And with his Semblance, he more
than made up the difference.
And now he was here, surrounded on all sides by hot girls and, of effectively
no relative importance, guys. So many hot girls, so little time… And every one
of them craving the thing hanging between his legs. It was… almost boring to
him, at least right now. He wanted something fresh. A challenge. He'd already
tapped three girls today, and if that was what he had to expect when he came
here… The girls so far were disappointingly samey to say the damn least.
So he'd gone for a walk, leaving his little entourage behind.
He heard some shouting, turning his head to see a bunch of girls chatting idly
against a wall away from the windows, before one of them blew out her
candlestick. But before she did that, he had spotted his next target. Funnily
enough, it was the one he'd already seen with a rod in her hand and blowing.
He walked up as she started putting away her things, and she sighed when he
spoke, "Hey babe, how you doing?"
"Just fine, thank you, I was having a wonderful time reading my book." She said
and rolled her eyes lightly.
"Oh? Sounds fun, I guess," He chuckled leaning against the wall and crossing
his arms. "You like reading things then?"
"Only interesting thing." She remarked dryly, standing and turning to face him
with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
"Why don't you try reading me?" He asked suggestively, leaning towards her
slightly.
"I don't think I need to." She said with a sigh, shaking her head, "Why don't
you just… Tell me what you want?"
"How about the two of us get out of here?" He said sauvely as he could with a
flex of his Aura and his muscles, as she blinked, her eyes the typical pinkish-
ringed of other girls he'd used his semblance on as it kicked in and so
slightly suggested that whatever he wanted would be the best thing ever.
"S-sure, yeah." She said with a slight sway, smiling at him affectionately. "W-
Whatever you want,... Where do you want to go?"
"I saw a nice spot outside." He suggested, jerking his thumb that direction and
putting an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, her shirt letting him
get a decent view of her chest , and he smiled. "A few trees with enough shade
against a wall. Should have plenty of room and cover for us to… Hang out.
Sounds good, right?"
Slipping out unnoticed proved slightly harder than anticipated, but not
impossible, and soon he was leading her past the gate towards the copse of
trees he'd seen on the other side of a wall. Well hidden from the Academy's
grounds and with plenty of soft grass and space for whatever he wanted he to do
to be comfortable for her on her knees or back, didn't matter.
Not that her comfort much mattered.
As soon as they rounded the corner, he shoved her against the wall and wrapped
his fingers around her throat, pressing a greedy kiss against her lips and
flaring his Semblance in case she didn't like the roughness. She moaned loudly
into the kid when the Semblance flared into her, wrapping her arms around his
shoulders and letting him ravage her mouth. His hands explored her hair, intent
on grabbing a hand hold to manipulate her, and finding something unexpected as
he reached her bow.
"Are those ears?" he asked the flushed, panting girl and he rubbed them, the
girl mewling lightly and pressing into it with a slight nod. Smiling, he
ordered, "Get that bow off then."
"B-But I…"
"Now." He ordered, flaring his Semblance again as her eyes rolled back slightly
and he ran his thumb across the side of her throat and he squeezed gently.
"Take that bow off now, Kitten."
"O-Okay…" She said weakly, reaching up and undoing the bow. She made to drop it
and he grabbed it with the hand that had been in her hair, tucking it into a
pocket for later use. She pressed her chest against him needily, "N-Now
please…"
"Shhhh, Kitten. Do you understand me? You're my kitten. My pet. You want my
milk, don't you, Kitten?" He flared his Semblance again to quell any last dregs
of resistance and the girl moaned loudly and quivered in his hands, reaching up
to touch the one around her throat. "Leave it, kitten. Undo your yukata.
Slowly."
She nodded and he pulled back only an inch, watching her reach behind herself
to undo her obi, pulling the long cloth around her chest. He took that from her
as well, tossing it over his shoulder, while she parted the yukata more fully
for him. Grabbing the edges he pulled them all the way apart and offer her
shoulder, the cloth hanging behind her only because the wall caught it.
She shivered when the cool night air brushed against her pale skin, her taut
stomach trembling as he slid his free hand - the one not holding her by the
throat - down to run across the smooth flesh of her stomach, watching her heavy
breasts heave as she breathed and her nipples stiffened both from her
excitement and the cold air stimulating the small pink nubs.
Slowly, painfully so for her, he traced his hand up and around her right breast
bright eyes eagerly following the trail his fingers left, like a scorched trail
around her breasts. Slowly continuing to circle the soft mound, he smiled and
looked at her, "You seem excited. Like a little Kitten in heat. Can't you feel
it?"
She shivered, the man's Semblance exciting her against her will, and blinked,
trying to fight back. "N-No, I… I just…"
Squeezing her throat hard enough to choke the air in her throat, he smiled and
manipulated her head to the side. Leaning in, he bit at her ear lobe, forcing a
ragged moan out as he released her throat enough to let her make sounds, and he
whispered into her ears, "Now, now, Kitten. None of that. You're mine right
now." He said, flaring his Semblance. "Right?"
"Y-Yes…" She moaned weakly, eyes lidded.
"And what are you?" He asked, resuming his circling of her breast and flaring
his Semblance again.
"A-a kitten…" She moaned, rubbing her thighs together weakly in a desperate
need for some kind of friction there. .
"Ah, ah! Not quite." He tutted, flaring his Semblance again. "Now, what are
you, really?"
"A-A kitten in heat!" She managed to choke out, still rubbing her thighs
together desperately.
"And whose kitten are you?"
"Y-yours!" She moaned loudly, feeling the NEED only growing. She pushed her
hand down, trying to rub out a bit of satisfaction, only to freeze as he tutted
again and she felt that strange heat pour into her again. "Kitten, that only
makes it worse. Only milk makes it better, Kitten, do you understand?"
"Yesss…" Her hand left her own crotch, grabbing at his pants needily, "P-
Please…"
"Oh, alright Kitten. How could I refuse you when you ask so nicely?" She
smiled, and when he pulled her away from the wall, she offered no resistance.
Yanking her yukata away he threw it to the ground, wrapping her white obi
around his hands a few times and smiling, "Now, Kitten, give me your hands
behind your back."
She nodded, holding her arms behind her, and he shoved her chest against the
cold wall, the rough stone scraping against her pert niipples roughly and
eliciting a weak moan as he tied a tight knot around her forearms, binding her
arms behind her so her hands could touch her elbows and nothing else.
Sing her arms like a handhold, he ran his other hand down to grip her ass
greedily, "Damn, kitten, this is a prize to win." He gave it a harsh swat, the
skin reddening, and she his eyes, he reached into his pocket and fished out her
bow, making a thick knot in the center and wrapping it around her face before
she could protest, making an effective enough gag that she couldn't do much but
whimper, her head turned to peer at him needily.
He lined his cock up with her dripping entrance, gently rubbing her pussy
through her panties, causing her to make throaty moans against her gag with
each movement until he tucked the pale white panties out of the way and
smirked.
"Here we go, kitten… Oh, I forgot to ask if you were a virgin? Or the pill?"
She tried to speak, but all he could hear were muffled grunts, so he gave her
ass a harsh swat and elicited a muted scream instead, "Oh well, guess we'll
find out~" He said, pushing into her depths roughly nd sighing as she swallowed
him. "Not a virgin at least… Damn, that would've been nice."
She gave a mute groan as he started fucking her, the wet sounds of sex echoing
out as he hilted himself roughly over and over again, shoving her against the
wall with each thrust and scraping her sensitive flesh against the harsh, cold
stone as she grunted and groaned while her legs trembled and she watched him
over her shoulder with her feline ears flat against her skull.
"Damn, just as tight as a virgin, though… Fuck." he groaned, plunging himself
into her depths again and again, feeling her walls clench around him every time
like she was trying to keep him in her. He gave her ass another harsh swipe,
smiling at the shriek it elicited and slamming into her harder than before
along with it, "Gotta come back to you, Kitten… Fucking hell, maybe even try
out that ass of yours? If your pussy is like this I wonder how that'll be!"
Releasing his grip on her obi and letting her press harder against the wall, he
grabbed her hips and pounded into her harder and harder, occasionally giving
her reddening ass a harsh swat and smiling when she screamed around the gag.
Feeling him twitch inside her, her eyes widened as his Semblance began to fade
away, the girl bucking against him instinctively as she tried to fight back.
Grabbing her hair by the base of the skull he pulled her up, hot breath blowing
against her ears as he pounded into her and his other had wrapped around her
chest to grab at her swinging breasts, "You fucking me back or fighting back?"
At her glare he chuckled and that redoubled when he felt her clench him
tighter, "Fighting then and trying not to cum."
She grunted something against the gag and he smiled, biting her ear lobe gently
and eliciting an involuntary moan from her, he smiled. "I won't fight it then."
Her eyes widened and he smiled, letting her slam back against the cold stone as
he plowed into her and groaned loudly. "Gonna cum, just speak up if you don't
want me to fill you up~"
When all she could do was moan, grunt, and wriggle against him and the wall he
smiled, slamming into her and letting his eyes slide closed until he came,
filling her as her eyes scrunched up and she tried to ignore it until she came,
moaning long and loudly against the gag and sagging so that he had to hold her
up to stop her falling entirely and turned her to lean her against the wall in
his arms with him still inside her warmth.
She glared weakly up at him as he pulled her panties down past her trembling
ankles and pocketed them, "Don't worry about that babe, you won't mind for much
longer." He flashed his semblance at her, her hateful and suddenly fearful eyes
melding into the usual pink-ringed version, yet again.
"Welcome back, Kitten." He smirked, pulling out of her as he untied her bow,
ungagging her as she panted. Letting her slide to the ground he smiled down at
her and held his cock in front of her face, "Now, clean me up so we can go,
Kitten."
Her tongue wrapped around his dick, licking it clean of their cum, a feat that
took a very short amount of time. "Get your clothes, get dressed, and go back
to your bunk, Kitten. Don't spill any of my cum either, or you won't get
anything for a while."
***** Poker Night part 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Game time with the RWBY girls~!
Tags: Consensual, Sex Game, Sex Toys,
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Yang’s House Rules For Strip Flash Poker:
...And, following Yang’s House Rules, there’s a few points.
Folding means that you must strip completely and can’t wear clothes tomorrow.
So don’t fold.
Red Chips mean clothes, Black means Toys.
No river, and nothing else, best hand wins on its own. No Jokers allowed.
In event of a tie for last place, both lose. And they lose big.
Game loser becomes the Bottom Bitch for the fun after the game, and has to do
everything she’s told.
Toys can be taken in exchange for clothes, but you must keep the toys.
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“How in Dust’s name did you convince me to do this…” Weiss grumbled, looking at
the caardss in her hands with a grimace. “And how do I even do this?”
“It’s easy, Weiss. Here - this is a pair, and this is two pairs… That’s a
flush, this would be a straight.” Ruby explained as Yang smirked and Blake
looked down at her own cards, watching what Ruby showed Weiss and memorizing
them as fast as she could.
“Relax, I printed off a rulebook.” Yang smiled as she handed Weiss the paper.
“Read up, girls, this is homework unless you wanna be on the bottom~!”
“Why exactly did you look at me when you said that, Yang?” Weiss demanded
hotly, the blonde laughing to herself and shrugging with a look at Ruby’s
waist. Weiss rolled her eyes, “Pervert…”
“Says the one playing a game of strip poker?” Blake asked quietly, the Schnee
huffing at her and going silent while she read the pamphlet.
After a few minutes, all four girls were clad in their respective combat
outfits, or at least what Beacon called their travelling clothes, all while
Yang flicked out cards at them randomly. Of course, they had counted everyone’s
clothing beforehand, and had all agreed to keep to Ruby’s minimum of six
clothes, so the game didn’t take too terribly long. Suspense and buildup was
fun, but not too much of it or it was just… annoying.
Without a word, the game started, everyone taking a moment to look at their
cards, chewing their lips and thinking. Blake and Weiss several times check
their pamphlets, and then their cards, to make sure of things before
proceeding.
Yang waited a little while before speaking. “Alright, everyone, place your bets
whatever they are~! Remember, red chips are clothes, black are for the toys,
but they’re extra points. Don’t bet the wrong one~!”
All four of them reached out, grabbing red chips out of the vast stack of
checkerboard chips, one red chip for each piece of clothing, about thirty in
total, and twenty blacks, one for each toy.
After a few more moments moments, Yang spoke up again. “Alright, let’s get this
party started right, girls and… Ruby. Everyone, put your bets in and then your
cards down.” Everyone dropped their cards, getting a smile from Yang as she
took her minor loss in stride. “Good practice round. Luckily, I have my socks.
Not gonna do anything for ya unless you got that weird foot thing goin’ on,
Blake.”
“I do not, Yang!” She growled, taking her chip back and glaring at her.
Yang tugged off her socks, sticking them in front of her on the table, out of
the way, as she looked to RWB. “Who won?”
“Pair of jacks.” Blake said helpfully, as everyone slid their chips back into
the pot. Yang took a moment to stand up, marking a little bit next to her own
name:
Ruby: 6
Weiss: 6
Blake: 6
Yang: 65
Yang passed the cards out again, getting a little bit more relaxed as she saw
her own cards. She might not get the highest card, but she might not lose, and
she honestly didn’t care much either way. “Cards down~” Yang chirped, a bit of
her glee escaping from her mouth.
“Gosh dangit!” Ruby swore, putting her boots on the table as everyone slid
their chips back into the piles and Ruby marked a spot next to her own name on
the whiteboard behind her.
Within a few seconds, Yang was dealing, once again. Everyone looked at their
cards, Weiss checking the sheet a few times to get the rules down on what she
had and grimacing slightly.
“Alright, read’em and weep.” Yang said, laying her cards down with a confident
smile and leering at Weiss when she saw the Schnee’s own cards.
“So this is why Father said that gambling is a waste of money…” Weiss said to
herself as she put her own boots on the table, grimacing slightly. “Or, well,
clothes in this instance I suppose. And stop leering, you oaf! Or do you have
the foot fetish?”
“Maybe.” She shrugged with a chuckle, the Schnee rolling her eyes in response.
“Next deal~!” The four of them drew another set, checking their cards anxiously
for a few minutes and tossing their chips in according to the rules Yang had
plastered on the wall behind her and whatever they thought they had. After a
minute they were done, and Yang crowed a, “Cards down~!”
“Dangit, a tie...” Ruby cursed as Yang also signed, the two of them standing
and undoing their belts, tossing them on the floor while Blake leered at Yang
hungrily when her cape-like item was removed and gave her a clear view of the
curve of her rear under both her shorts and panties.
They left very little to the imagination, which Blake enjoyed thoroughly.
By now, it was second nature pushing the chips back into place.
With another draw, Weiss flinched as she saw her cards, an action not unnoticed
by Yang or Blake who smiled at her viciously. “Oh shut up…”
“Cards down~!” Blake chirped alongside Yang, Everyone flipping their cards as
they saw that Weiss had lost, sighing and giving up her necklace as she marked
her name again and grunted aggravatedly.
“I hate this game…” She glared for a moment until she turned to Ruby, “Why are
you wearing your cloak? Isn’t that… cheating?”
“Not unless she uses it to cover herself up.” Yang defended for her, the Rose
blushing at the implications. “She just likes her cloak. Travels in it, sleeps
in it, goes to class in it… Screws in it…”
“Yang!” She squeaked, grabbing her chips and tossing one in, “Play the game…”
They put their chips back in, drawing cards once again as Weiss sighed in
relief and Yang smirked knowingly. “Cards down~”
That smirk was wiped off her face when she saw Ruby’s three-of-a-kind and
Blake’s four-pair. She looked down at Weiss’s High card, seeing nothing more
than another Ace. A tie.
“Revenge is sweet!” Ruby gloated as Yang sighed and Weiss stared at her cards
defeatedly.
“Again!?! Umm, can I quit?”
“That’s folding, Weiss~” Yang chided, smiling innocently. “And you know what
that means~”
“Fine… I guess I’ll just take my jacket off then, you blonde pervert.” Weiss
said, doing exactly that with a few seconds of hesitance before tossing it on
the table while Yang leered at her teasingly. “What? They’re shoulders, calm
down.”
“Shoulders and the top of your breasts~!” She sing-songed at the Schnee, the
smaller woman blushing lightly and looking away. “And Don’t call me a pervert,
I saw you ogling my ass a bit ago.”
“Shut up and play…” She grumbled weakly, crossing her arms defantly.
Yet again, the cards were dealt. And, yet again, there was a loser, as Weiss
let out an uncharacteristic whoop of joy.
“Yay, again,” Ruby muttered sourly. “Gonna be in my underwear in front of my
sister… Cuz that’s not fricking weird or anything.”
She stood, fiddling with the clasps in her bodice until the laces came undone
and she could wiggle out of it. She cursed as she felt some of the laces catch,
trying to wiggle free of it and eventually managing to get free, but not before
managing to show her plump rump under her pantyhose and panties. For just a
moment, she bent over, showing off a bit of her core, barely a glimpse… but it
was obvious there was a spot of dampness in her white panties. Standing and
stepping out of the dress, she stumbled slightly, making her modest bust jiggle
pleasantly for all to see.
“What?” She demanded shyly, chewing her lip when Weiss’ eyes raked over her
body. “P-Play.”
And once again the cards were dealt and played.
“Honestly, I was expecting this far earlier.” Blake admitted as she unrolled
her bow, letting her ears twitch free. “My stockings don’t count either, since
Ruby can do that, and I’m a bit overdressed for the occasion.”
“Fair enough.” Weiss admitted, as they played another hand and Yang chuckled
quietly on her end.
“Twice in a row… somebody wants me to catch up to Ruby.” Blake idly mused as
she unbuttoned her jacket, smoothing out her halter top and ignoring Yang’s own
hungry look. Or, well, pretending to at least even if she felt the heat of it.
“Shall we continue?”
“Damn right we will!” Yang crowed eagerly, grabbing the cards and shuffling
them before setting them in the center of the table. “Okay everyone, draw
again~! Unless anyone wants to give up, that is~!”
They drew again when no one volunteered, Yang’s eyes lighting up as she saw
that Blake had tied with her for loser. Yang cleared her throat, looking at
Blake. “So, umm… Honesty time, I don’t have a bra on… So.”
“Me either.” Yang admitted with a shrug, “Kinda didn’t think about it
yesterday, and that was laundry day, so… Meh. Went without. What do you think
we should do girls?”
“Rule Seven.” Weiss suggested, gesturing at the board with a smug grin. “Just
trade out for a toy and keep your shirt on.”
“I’ll pick, then.” Blake smiled as she stood, walking over to the ‘toy chest’
and bending over to rummage through it while Yang eyed her plump, round behind
and smooth legs the entire time. Catching her staring from between her own
legs, Blake smiled wider, “Yang, you care what I pick?”
“Nah. I’m a big girl, I can take it.” She boasted, chuckling lowly and huskily.
Blake tugged down the front of her boyshorts and panties without even a slight
care to the eager and hungry eyes watching her every move, pushing something
into her with a faint moan as she pulled it back into place and bent over
again, a bit stiffer and with a pronounced round something showing through her
shorts as she picked out a ‘special’ toy, taking it in hand with a smirk and
making sure to hide it from view when she turned around and walked stiffly back
while Ruby casually tried to pull her cloak around her waist and swallowed
nervously.
“Here you go, princess.” Blake smiled as she finally showed off the dildo in
her hands: A dog’s, and a rather large dildo at that.
“O-okay. Alright.” Yang said, her throat dry as she rested the dildo on the
base of her chair, gently pushing her underwear and boyshorts to the side as
she lined herself up and slowly lowered herself down where she was sitting. She
felt the dildo fill her, giving a low moan as the nine-inch dildo hilted her,
filling her up. She gasped as she slid the extra inch, feeling the knot fill
her as she panted and pushed her bottoms back into place, easing down gently in
her seat and biting at her knuckle to maintain control while Blake smirked.
Ruby and Weiss, both blushing, shook themselves back into awareness, Ruby
gently smiling as she had an idea. “How about we end this early tonight - If
Weiss or I win, we all go to bed and continue ‘this’ in the morning. And yes,
that does mean leaving those in all night.”
“A-alright, but if we win, you have to join us.” Blake smiled weakly, as the
two of them took their seats, moaning shamelessly as the bases pressed against
the ground and forced their toys further into them. “N-Now everyone, draw your
cards.”
The sheer feeling of fullness inside her was arousing enough, Blake’s pussy
clenching vice tight around it almost constantly every time she shifted. And
she couldn’t not shift, every bit of her ached to move it. Yang was no better,
the bulging pieces turning and rubbing at her insides as though they had a mind
of their own, enough to drive the blonde to panting where she sat, her nipples
hardening through her shirt from the sheer stimulation from the feeling and
seeing Blake flushing.
“Now p-play ‘em!” Yang ordered, tossing down a pair of eights and smiling when
Blake had two nines. “Hah! Beat that~!”
“Pair of Aces.” Ruby smirked as she showed her cards, Weiss showing her own
high card as well, the two high fiving cockily and smirking at the larger
women. “Guess we win, right?”
“Dammi-eeeghe~!” Yang cursed, that uproar sending a shockwave through her as
she moved a bit awkwardly in her seat and making her squeal, the movement
pressing the dildo and making it shift inside her.
“Good night~!” Weiss chirped as she and Ruby went to their bunks, the brunette
of the two wrapping her cloak around her waist modestly.
The two of them stood up, slowly and hesitantly making their way to their bunk,
every movement stiff and laborious.
Neither got much sleep that night.
***** Timestop Arc *****
Tags : Timestop, Noncon, Group, Facial
The first time Jaune used his Semblance, he’d been confused. Pyrrha’s sword
hanging above his head, and the woman herself floating in the air for
impossibly long. It had taken an hour to unfreeze everything, and Jaune had
pretended it hadn’t happened.
The second time, Jaune had done it on purpose, standing in the hallway outside
the training area and the bathrooms. Swallowing nervously, he’d gone into the
girls’ side, always so…. Curious about them. There he’d seen Yang, topless and
smiling cockily at her sister.
The first pair of breasts he ever dared touch. And they’d been so soft, and
warm…
He loved how soft they were in his hands. How… feminine. The way they molded
around his fingers, the pert nubs that harden when he pinched at them and
pulled, careful not to damage the blonde’s body in any way.
Then he’d run out of the room and unpaused, and Yang had been flushed when she
left the bathroom, barely sparing him a nod as she passed.
The next pair he dared to touch were Velvet’s, as much out of curiosity about
Faunus as to see those smallish orbs of glory in the flesh, this time as she
sat eating her meal at lunch. Once again, soft and perky, feminine, and warm as
always, her blouse pulled open and bra pulled off her pert mounds as he gently
kneaded them. The soft flesh flexing and molding around his fingers
delightfully.
After he had finished, her nipples hardened and taut and her skin flushed where
his touch had been, he made sure to fix her blouse and bra, taking his seat
once more and unpausing to watch the show. She’s squeaked, breaking the carrot
in her hand, and bolted upright before looking around and sitting, flushed and
flustered, and Jaune had smiled.
He’d waited a few days, to be safe, before venturing again.
He hadn’t actually intended on it being Nora next, they were close as siblings
almost and he knew she had a thing for Ren, but it had just worked out that
way. T had been a regular morning, the girl bouncing around half dressed in her
already skimpy pajamas, and she’d given him a hug, pressing those wonderful
mounds against him while Pyrrha and Ren both tried to rein her in.
He just couldn’t help freezing everything. There she was, in her gym shorts and
t-shirt, her roud behind stretching the former and her breasts jiggling in the
latter alluringly… she looked beautiful, but his mouth felt ashen.
He gently reached for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up to expose her
mounds as he, once again, kneaded them, feeling the soft globes against his
palms molding around his greedy fingers. That was normal, so far. What made him
so much more nervous was what came next… What he wanted to do to her.
He gently reached down, hand hesitating only a second before slipping a hand
over her shorts as he tugged them to the side, exposing pink panties with
little white hearts on the. Cute, as always. He gently rubbed her panties, the
closest he had ever gotten to being intimate with a girl… ever, feeling her
body start to react to his stimulation and smiling.
And then he crossed the line as he pulled her panties aside, pushing his
fingers inside her gently, feeling the warmth clutch at his fingers as he
dragged them back and forward, exploring her shaved core to his heart’s content
while his other hand reached up to play with her breasts. Pinching, pulling,
poking and prodding her until he was satisfied, considering for the briefest
moments going further before deciding against it.
Not yet, at least....
He sat back down, watching her snapback and then moan throatily, collapsing to
the floor suddenly while they worried over her flushed state. Even if his was
fake, he wanted to see her reaction… Flushed, eyes lidded and clutching Ren as
he helped her up confusedly. Getting to the bathroom and hiding his own
excitement tenting in his loose pants was easy, while Pyrrha and Ren made sure
she was okay.
And, once again, he laid low for a little while after that, until one afternoon
when he’d actually been looking. For someone specific, in the library. He’d
found Blake alone in the back, on a small step stool and reaching for a book,
and smirked.
Perfect…
He froze the world again, and she stopped mid step on her way down, so he
grabbed her and pulled her off the stool, carrying her bridal style to the
nearest table and lying her down, her school uniform barely hiding what was
under its skirt far before he actually pulled it down and threw it away, giving
him his clear look at her lacy black panties.
How naughty~
Unbuttoning her blouse, he left it on her and spread her arms out to the side
in a ‘T’ shape, and simply broke her bra to get it off, admittedly becoming
kind of impatient and excited by what he had planned. He leaned down, pressing
his lips against hers for the first kiss he’d taken from anyone, and sighed
after a second at the unmoving things, moving to her breasts.
Those reacted when he crawled onto the table and leaned down, kissing and
sucking on them, biting hard enough to bruise the top of one just above the
breast as an experiment and sliding a hand to her core to tease the entrance,
all to excite himself. Which didn’t take long, of course.
Once she was nice and wet, he set about shifting her into a pose he’d seen
online. Standing with her head against the desk lying down and looking up at
him, hand behind her back so her hands touched her elbows and legs spread, ass
raised enough to let him access her easily, yanking her panties down and
tossing the with her skirt in the corner. He gave her pale, round ass a nice
slap and smiled at the way it jiggled and reddened.
He fished out his cock, leveling it with her core and wetting it with her
juices before he realized, exactly, what he was about to do. He was about to,
potentially, take Blake’s anal virginity. He repositioned, pushing forward into
her ass with a groan, her own moisture serving as his lube. It was tight,
almost painfully so, constricting against him.
He grabbed her hips, fingers sinking into her soft, pale flesh as he pulled her
against him until their hips met. It took a few minutes to loosen her up until
he could speed up, and by then he could feel his climax approaching already,
the wet smacking of his hips against hers, those amber orbs staring up at him,
the way her entire body shook with each powerful thrust…
He pulled her onto her side, tossing her blouse aside and leaning over her
while he slammed into her over and over, watching her breasts shake with every
hard thrust into her ass, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. Reaching up to
grab her breast and pulling her against his hips, he grunted and finally
finished, deep in her ass as he could reach and filling her to the brim.
Pulling out and letting her go, he sighed and rested on the table, giving her
ass a playful slap.
Ducking around the corner, he unfroze the world, and Blake cried out in pain,
surprise and a small amount of pleasure, nearly falling from the stool before
catching herself, face flushed, a hand holding her behind and panting. She
looked around in a daze, hesitantly pulling her clothes back on as she gave a
wary glance around her.
After his little ‘Session’ with Blake, she seemed a lot more... guarded,
occasionally looking around nervously and wearing shorts under her skirt. But
he’d enjoyed it far too much to stop now, and had a growing curiosity in his
mind....
How did it feel inside a woman, the proper way?
He needed to know, and needed to pick a woman to show him.
And he had his chance a few days later during Survival Training. Today, in the
safety of a swimming pool, the class would learn how to swim. Swimsuits were,
of course, mandatory.
Blake and Weiss, apparently, hadn’t gotten the warning, having to wear the
school-issue One-size-fits-all one-pieces, gently hugging all of their curves
and, in Blake’s case, not entirely being able to contain her assets. On both,
however, it was additionally clingy, not entirely able to hide their curves and
doing less to hide their flawless skin.
It looked hot on both of them,alarmingly so.
All the other girls were wearing bikinis, save for another freshman faunus who
had the bad luck of being the sole girl in a team and was attracting her team’s
attention with her swimsuit.
Yang’s bust, however, was attracting his gaze, the bountiful mounds barely
being contained within her bikini and he stressed the word as much as those
glorious orbs stressed her outfit. A white thing, lacy around the top of her
hips and the sides of her bust. The bust was barely contained, probably barely
legal if he was honest, and the seat of her bottoms barely hid the entirety of
her asscheeks.
Even just their opening stretching, the girl leaning over to touch her toes,
nearly drove him mad. The way her bottoms strained to hide her, the way her
breasts hung,alluringly shaking…
“Alright, everyone, let’s get started.” The Survival Teacher, Miss Aqua spoke
up, stretching as all of the class who hadn’t already gotten into the pool did
so.
The class did a few basic swimming techniques, getting those who couldn’t swim
up to requirement and ensuring that those that could could do it well, and the
water did nothing running in rivulets down Yang’s body and sticking her hair to
her back and side... Well, aside from drive him mad, of course.
After an hour of this, slowly getting his blood boiling, Miss Aqua, a petite,
waif-looking woman with pale blue hair and dark blue eyes who, despite her
late-teen appearance, had graduated five years before, finally declared free
swim and retired to the side of the pool to read while everyone played and swam
in equal measure. Ruby paddled on her back, Weiss bathed in the sun, and Yang
took to a cycle of leaping into the water and throwing water at Weiss.
He waited until Yang was a step into a jump,one leg barely touching the side of
the pool as she leapt for anther big splash with her arms outstretched, before
using his Semblance.
He waded over to where she was, looking up to outright ogle the way her
swimsuit clung to her body, taking a few moments to just look at her absolutely
beautiful body, water running along her thighs and stomach and hair plastered
down her back to her backside. Bountiful breasts mid-bounce as she lept and
legs mid-pumping of her muscles for it, the muscles flexing along the limb to
her waist with a sinewy definition that lead his eyes straight up her thigh to
her rear.
He pulled himself up to the side of the pool, shucking his shorts as he gripped
her body, tugging her onto the poolside so he could actually do what he
intended to do.
She was, like most others, as he discovered, extremely light. Light enough to
take her over to the bleachers, putting her onto her back right next to Miss
Aqua, easily within grabbing distance.
He pushed her top up, exposing her breasts as he gently kneaded her tits,
rolling her nipple with his thumb and leaning down, sucking on it and nibbling
in turn. He gently pushed her bottoms to the side with his other hand, rubbing
her gently and gently pinching her clit, feeling her pussy get even damper as
he pushed his fingers inside her, pumping his fingers inside her easier than he
had Nora. He wrapped her arms around his neck, taking a moment to wrap her legs
around his waist in a lover’s embrace. A fantasy of the romantic with this.
He positioned himself at her entrance, sighing as he thought about what exactly
he was about to do… And then pushed himself inside her regardless, letting out
a groan as he hilted himself. Not a virgin, thankfully, but still extremely
tight. Different from Blake, warmer and moister, more welcoming….Almost eager.
He shifted himself inside her, pulling out slightly as he began to thrust,
awkwardly and weakly at first before it grew stronger and dove deeper into her,
clinging to him eagerly. “Dammit, Yang… So tight…”
He kept thrusting, pulsing himself inside her as he thrust into her, again and
again. He smirked as he had an idea, reaching up to grasp at Miss Aqua’s
breast, slipping a hand into her bra and groping her tit.
He thrust into her a bit more, letting go of Aqua’s breast and picking up Yang,
occasionally squeezing her ass and pumping into her as he moved to where he was
intending to go with his unwilling partner.
Ruby stared off into space, obviously moving her head to talk to someone before
he’d frozen the world, now looking directly up to where Jaune stood, pushing
into Yang’s cunt as he took a seat just inches away from Ruby’s face, reaching
over to pull her top down and grip at her nubile breasts hungrily, the shoulder
straps torn enough to leave her exposed.
He continued to pulse into Yang, clutching her ass, gently kneading it as he
groaned, feeling himself about to cum. He lifted himself up as he twitched
inside her, getting ready to cum outside- as his hands slipped, letting Yang
fall onto his dick and sending him over the edge. He grunted, feeling cum pulse
into her depths, panting as he finished and she seemed to, clamping down on him
tightly. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit…” He spoke, picking Yang up off his dick as he
started to reposition her, looking to see if there was any cum he could scrape
out. He hadn’t wanted to cum inside her, he had no idea if she was on a risky
day or not! Hopefully, if he left the bottoms undone, the water might wash it
out.
When he unfroze her, she tumbled into the water with a surprised squeak and
moan, surfacing with curious eyes and a flushed face, a hand touch at her chest
tenderly, “What…” Ruby squeaked too, more muted, and flushed. And Yang looked
to her curiously.
He tried to act natural.
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