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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/F Fandom: RWBY Relationship: Ruby Rose/Yang Xiao Long Character: Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Girl Penis, Mild S&M, Bondage, Handcuffs, Hair-pulling, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Finger Sucking, Spanking, Kitchen Sex, Latex, Aged-Up Character(s) Stats: Published: 2015-08-13 Words: 4012 Hold Stillby NidoranDuran
Summary
Yang and Ruby get dressed up for some of their less-than-conventional ideas of 'fun'. Anonymous commission.Ruby was always surprised by how much pageantry Yang wanted. Her older sister seemed like such a direct, no-nonsense kind of girl, but when it came to getting in the mood, there was very little sudden dry humping of the younger sister's panty-clad rear. No, they had to get dressed up and bring out all manner of toys to enhance the fun, and while Ruby certainly didn't complain, she was always at least a little surprised by how long she was willing to spend on setup. Graduation had certainly mellowed the blonde out a little, but there was still a fire that seemed at odds as Ruby watched her sister slowly zip up the thigh-high latex boots, ignoring the throbbing cock between her legs that already dripped with pre. Her body was primed and ready, but she was oddly set on making sure they were ready to go.
Once her boots were zipped up and steady, Yang stood upright and closed the few steps between her and Ruby, whom she turned around so that she could see to her corset. The black and red number hugged her body rather lovingly, but Ruby often wore the cords a little looser than her mistress often liked, and gloved fingers tugged at the cords in the back, tightening them as she listened to the way Ruby's breath hitched up in nervousness. She smirked, eyes studying the girl from behind as she read her body language, the way that unsteadiness and need juxtaposed into an odd mess that was Ruby's reaction to everything. No amount of experience could shake that reaction from her, but each day Yang saw it, she appreciated it even more, sought to twist and manipulate it for her own vivid enjoyment.
To Yang, what she and Ruby did was all about playing roles and being something not necessarily "them", and what was further removed from the fiery, brawling blonde than a cold and patient mistress whose cockiness was replaced with dominant, icy assertion? What she did to Ruby was hardly what a good big sister ought to, but she could always remove herself a little easier from it by playing someone so different from the real Yang, and the patience she forced upon herself was a surprising sweetener for the whole deal.
She bent Ruby over the kitchen counter and seized her younger sister's wrists, dragging them behind her back and bringing them together. "Hold this position," she whispered into her ear, words sharp and precise, "Or I'll leave you tied up all night and give you nothing." A few licks to her ear followed, letting Ruby whine and squirm a little, as the frilly, almost nonexistent skirt beneath Ruby's corset rubbed against Yang's abs, the blonde's cock in turn grinding against her thigh. "Just like last week."
The memory came back of Ruby, punished for being a wicked tease who didn't know how to properly submit to her mistress. Since their 'unique' relationship began, Yang had threatened her sister with consequences for being a tease, and Ruby had always defiantly flaunted her rebellion, expecting her to be all talk. For her hubris, she'd been tied spread eagle to the bed, brought to the very edge by a vibrator, and then had to spend the rest of the night in agony as Yang refused to touch her. The blonde got off, of course. Plenty of times, at that. Slow strokes of her thick cock brought her to multiple orgasms, each louder than the first, and each time the gushing cum splattering onto Ruby's bound body, leaving her to feel the heat of the seed that could have been pumped inside of her had she not misbehaved.
Bringing it back up ensured stillness upon the usually fitful girl, who remained bent over the counter with her arms in place as Yang pulled away to admire the new obedience she showed. Of course, obedience had to be tested, and Yang reveled in bringing a gloved palm noisily down onto a bare ass cheek, the stinging slap audible over the cry of pain that Ruby bit down on. Practice and terror kept her in place, struggling to hold the position she'd been ordered to for fear of being punished for it; whether Yang had induced the reaction or not didn't matter if her sister was feeling cruel, and in fact the whole thing was a test, an excuse to punish her. But she held mostly steady, to Yang's disappointment, and was handcuffed without nearly as much ceremony as she'd expected, the cold metal cuffs applied extra tight for good measure, followed by another surprise spank from Yang, which Ruby again managed to survive without incident.
Yang hid her disappointment well, leaning forward and pressing her cock between two toned, slightly pink ass cheeks, letting it settle comfortably in against the soft flesh as she leaned forward. "Good girl," she cooed into her ear, one hand running along her sister's toned body through her corset, while the other went right down between her legs. The black and red ensemble was not only a corset, but a pair of lacy black gloves that left just enough skin exposed between the tiny diamond-shaped holes for her to feel things through them, a pair of high-heeled thigh-high boots to match Yang's, and a studded collar that read, "Ruby: Property of Yang". The corset left plenty of her breasts exposed-after years as the kid sister to the most stacked girl at Beacon, Ruby was eager to flaunt her own breasts once they grew in, and the habit had followed her past graduation-and ended with a criminally short skirt that provided absolutely no coverage for anything.
Contrasting Ruby's adherence of her colour motif in her fetish gear, Yang continued her trend of shying away from anything conventionally Yang-like to properly disassociate from her mistress persona. Her gear was black, intentionally calling to the foil she found on the team in Blake, and her only complaint was how the dark leather and latex did a little to obscure her ample curves. Her cleavage was still heavily flaunted with a deep window that always drew Ruby's eye when she was facing her, and the form-fitting getup clung to her shapely midsection, reaching down just enough hip to emphasize her figure. Her heels were as big as Ruby's, but the younger girl had not closed the gap in height, leaving the blonde with a full half foot over her. And then there were the gloves, latex and up to her elbows, hiding the guns, but adding the final touch; a layer between her fingertips and whatever they paid attention to, a cold removal of warmth and affection from her wicked dominance.
The fingers rubbed along Ruby's outer folds, already slick and dripping from the mere act of getting dressed and the few succinct strikes to her bottom. It never took much to rile her up, and Yang knew it, furthering her torment by pressing the latex-covered fingertips firmly along her pussy lips and rubbing them steadily up and down as hot breath blew against her ear, sending shivers up her spine and quivers through her jaw. "Are you this horny just from thinking about what I'm going to do to you?" she asked coolly.
After a few whines and wiggles of her hip against the thick, throbbing girlcock flush against her ass, Ruby let out a whimpering, "Yes, mistress." Her role was a little more understated than Yang's, far less drastic a change. She straddled innocence and experience, submissive and easily toyed with, spilling high-sounding noises but never disappointing when she had to service her sister's cock with her mouth. Yang had asked her to play it up, insisting that her own removal from herself meant that Ruby could safely play up every little sister trope and it wouldn't be too weird.
At least, not any weirder than it already was.
Once her glove was thoroughly soaked in her sister's nectar, Yang brought it up to Ruby's mouth, brushing along her bit lower lip before she relented and opened her mouth to accept them. The gloves themselves carried an odd flavour, but she had gotten used to it, especially with her own juices atop them, and as the fingers shoved their way into her mouth, she closed her lips down around them and began to suck, moaning around the digits as Yang's hips rolled, dry humping her bare ass and driving her mad with the teasing. When she was in this state of dominance, Yang could hold out to a degree that shocked and surprised Ruby, leaving the younger sister in a gooey, melted pile on the floor at times while she held strong.
"I enable you too much," Yang mused, even as she fed her fingers deeper into Ruby's mouth. "And I should probably know better, but I get so selfish when you're dressed up for me." Back and forth her hips ground, pre continuing to leak out and trickle down between Ruby's cheeks as the teasing grind further unwound her. Slowly, her fingers pumped in and out of her mouth, and Ruby's head reflexively began to bob in time with the motions, moaning around the digits as she did as guided. Their bodies began to move together, settling already into the lurid sexual pace. "Fuck, I love owning you," she added, closing the small gap to Ruby's ear and biting down hard on it.
The sweet cry of pain rang out, muffled by Yang's fingers, but not enough to deprive the blonde of the satisfaction that followed, and she continued to nibble and tug on it for extra enjoyment as her cock pushed harder between her cheeks. A few hard thrusts between the cheeks were enough to bring up the lovely, high-pitched whines of need that Yang thirsted for, and in response she leaned down against Ruby, her body bigger and more muscular, easily pinning and squishing her against the unyielding counter top as she considered her options. There were so many ways to fuck Ruby and so many surfaces in the kitchen to do it on that she had to stop for a moment and weigh the many combinations before her.
Ruby never knew what Yang had in mind until it was too late, until she was bound and dragged less than gently through the kitchen, shoved down onto her back on the kitchen table with Yang quick upon her, heavily bearing down and seizing her lips to silence the grunt of discomfort from the impact. As much as Yang tried not to act like herself, it was impossible to remove the physicality from her actions, though roughness worked well for the two huntresses, and so neither ever brought up how much she flaunted her strength when they fucked. Hands grabbed Ruby's hips and dragged her down until her legs were dangling off the table and Yang's cock was pressing against her sopping wet folds. Finally, all of the torment and teasing was about to pay off for Ruby as she was granted mercy through the sex she hadn't misbehaved enough to be locked out of.
It was doubly kind, as Yang often reveled in starting them off by fucking her face, setting the pace with savage oral that always left Ruby short of breath and dizzy by the end. But instead, she was shown some kindness, fucked right off the bat and not left to simmer in her own agony and heat until Yang had already gotten off a couple times. She was always bound, which meant she could never tend to her own needs with her hands while she serviced her sister orally, and so to be given some quelling to the raging heat between her legs left her moaning and giggling in excitement right off the bat, played up for her own persona just a little bit.
A rough slam of Yang's hips forward buried her cock deep into Ruby, and she shuddered in satisfaction as the felt the slick, needy vaginal walls tight around her cock, the younger sister's own desperation contagious, and Yang contracted it immediately. Ruby's spine arched and a scream of relief made her lips quiver until fingers returned to muffle her. Two digits sank between her soft, red-painted lips, and although she wanted more than anything to howl and revel in the pleasure she felt, Ruby did as she was 'told' and began to suck on the fingers, eyes becoming wide and sappy as they looked pleadingly up at Yang.
But all Yang did was smile wickedly and begin to thrust. As much as she wanted to go crazy, to use her powerful midsection to absolutely ravage Ruby, she had to start slow for the sake of her character, to gently rock in and out of the tight, gripping snatch even as it begged her cock to pound it raw. It was tempting, even her cock on board as it twitched inside of her and spurted pre on a dime, but someone had to be patient, and considering Ruby was a tied up, squirming mess begging with her eyes to get fucked until they rolled back, Yang had to assume the responsibility herself. So she kept a tight grip on her focus and held steady, letting the pace by which she fucked Ruby build up slowly. "I love listening to you, but sometimes you get too loud." Talking meant getting into her persona a little more, which always helped her with matters of focusing in on her goal. "I'd buy a gag, but knowing you, you'd probably find a way to chew right through it." Leaning back down, she brushed her other gloved hand along Ruby's bright red cheek. "And I would be too tempted to pull it out once you really got going anyway."
Ruby thrashed beneath Yang on the table, legs wrapping around her waist as her hips tried desperately to start bucking upward in frantic need, but for her disobedience she was given an open palm right across the cheek that had only seconds ago been given an affectionate brush. Yang's eyes narrowed and flashed with flame, but she didn't speak, choosing to drive home her point merely by working her hips extra slowly, dialing back the speed to have to work up to what she'd gotten to already. It was the most potent sort of punishment, and as she closed her eyes, Yang soaked in the sweet whining noises that followed as Ruby realized what she'd done.
But soon enough-at least for Yang's tastes, Ruby was another story entirely-she'd built up enough speed to get a downright savage pace going, and Yang pulled up of Ruby to steady herself, hands gripping her hips tightly and leaving her free to writhe and moan as she focused on pounding her. Once Yang was at top speed very little could take her down from it, her focus no longer on patience, but now on satisfying the needy throbbing of her cock, the urge to get off that threatened to overwhelm her. She held tightly onto Ruby's body as she shook it to its very core with the powerful thrusts, each one hilting inside of the smaller girl and sending a shock wave up through her that made her breasts struggle against the tight containment of her corset.
Ruby's head pressed back hard on the table, neck and spine arched as she struggled against her handcuffs in vain. They wouldn't break-Yang had ordered ones powerful enough that even she could have been inconvenienced by them-but logic was not Ruby's strong suit when she was full of cock and howling, and oh how she howled. Her dirty talk came fast, ragged, and tinged with just enough vulgarity to make her innocent facade seem even more risque, Yang's eyes becoming fixated on her little sister's lips as they formed lovingly around the most desperate of pleas. Her voice was short of breath and heavy, still high-pitched, but with a little edge to it that drove Yang wild, almost to the point of obsession as she tried to fuck her harder just to hear more of it. Ruby's need was so intense and alluring that it almost overtook release in Yang's priorities.
Her body quivered and shook as she was taken roughly, each thrust just as hard as the last, leaving her whining and gasping for breath. Her needy pleas to be fucked harder grew louder and higher, until her ankles were digging into Yang's back and her lip broke open from how hard she was biting down on it, making a trickle of blood begin to leak into her mouth. She was gone, perfectly showing why she was the sub and had to be tied up, how worse than Yang she was at keeping cool under the weight of intense, crushing pleasure. Yang wasn't even sure whether or not Ruby had hit her climax until she watched the younger girl squirt, a clear spurt of fluid gushing up from her sloppy, well-fucked pussy as she screamed. Such a sight was so amazing that Yang gladly let go of her own reigns, flooding the orgasmic girl with her cum as she embraced the hot pleasure along with her.
Ruby hadn't even come down from her peak when Yang pulled out, a few more shots of cum splattering onto her thighs and her corset. She was dragged up to her feet, still quivering and whining, feet unsteady and toes curling inside of her foots. Her head was laid down over the counter, Yang delivering a steady stream of strikes to her bottom until her ass was as red as her face and she'd managed to calm herself down enough to keep still. Which only became harder when her ass cheeks were pulled apart and a thick dollop of lube was dropped right onto her pink hole, making her whine and shudder even before the glove-clad fingers drove into her ass forcefully. The slick fingerfucking that followed lubricated her efficiently, but it also left her bucking back against the hand, moaning as she struggled even harder with her handcuffs. When Ruby got this wound up, she had to be fucked into exhaustion before she stopped.
A hand grabbed her hair, pushed the side of her head harder against the counter and kept it in place with a steady tug as Yang pulled the fingers out, intent on using the grip to calm Ruby a little as she replaced them with her dick. The slow sinking of her turgid cock into Ruby's ass was a delicate operation, and she wanted Ruby to have to savour the feeling of it slowly opening her ass up, gradually filling her until she was whining and struggling and effectively pulling her own hair once more. Although Ruby was so tragically incapable of keeping herself together, Yang reveled in that fact, gleefully claiming her and manipulating those lovely responses for her eyes' amusement.
But Yang put much less build into the anal ravaging Ruby deserved, in large part due to the fact she was a little too unwound herself, and wanted to chase another heavy, intense release, this time in an even tighter hole and to even louder noises as round one only buttered Ruby up for more. Her hips got to work quickly, pounding into Ruby and burying her cock all the way in with each thrust, occasionally bringing her hand down onto her now very sore rear for good measure, knowing that Ruby adored the pain. From this position, she was granted a view of the way Ruby squirmed, the way her fingernails dug into her palms as she struggled against her cuffs. She was gone and needy and perfectly primed for Yang to do whatever she wanted with her, and given that they would be far from done once she'd filled her ass with cum, she was ready to start angling some of that obedience into selfish aims.
Cum trickled down Ruby's quivering thighs as she held them together, her footing unsteady on her high heels and only growing worse as Yang fucked her, but she knew that she would be kept upright by hands on her hips if she had to be. She'd be punished for straying, of course, for making Yang have to work to keep her upright so she could fuck her, but if her legs gave out, she would be fine. She just went with it, let the heavy impact shake her body each time she felt the thick girlcock plunge into her, each time growing louder and needier as her already primed body sought another swift release. She wanted it so badly, wanted to get off hard and fast, maybe even so quickly that she could find a third before Yang had gotten off. So she moved feverishly, backing up into Yang's lap and trying her best to find release quickly in the vain hopes of lapping Yang in orgasms. She knew getting properly fucked twice at the beginning was an anomaly, and that Yang would have her retroactively "earn" that kindness, and so she sought to take what she could get.
Yang could tell what Ruby was trying to do in her feverish bid for release, but she didn't stop her or try to discipline her, letting her go for as many releases as she could, grind her soaked, sticky legs together and move as quickly as her weak knees could muster. It was harmless, and gave Yang the wonderful sight of a Ruby desperate for release and working hard for it, her whines and moans only picking up as she threw herself with what little control of her body she had left into her madness. Yang spanked and pulled and kept thrusting, giving her everything she needed to help get off well before her as she just kept on going, eager to see if Ruby could make her mark.
And she did, screaming so loudly that she was glad they were the only ones home as she hit her intense peak, flooded by a wave of sensations too potent for her to handle. She spun off into madness, screaming and biting her bloody lip, moving frantically back against Yang in a needy display, as she tried to get her cock inside of her as deep as she could, her ass clenching down around it and trying to milk an orgasm from it as she stopped caring about getting as many as she could, in the heat of the moment wanting only to feel the flood of cum pumped deep into her. Nothing else could have possibly mattered, and even if she was going back on what only seconds earlier she'd sought, her appetites varied wildly in the illogical heat of release, and she cared only for what that immediate second's impulses desired. As with her previous release, she proved herself a rather messy squirter, gushing all over the cabinet door on the side of the counter; they would have to clean that up at some point, but neither was thinking too much about that in the heat of the moment.
At least, until the kitchen door swung open and Ruby's eyes went wide as, with her face pressed down against the counter, she was left facing a stunned Blake and Weiss, mortified as they lingered in the doorway, left to witness in silent horror the sight of their teammates, both wearing fetish outfits, one with a cock buried in the other's ass and a heavy rush of quim messily spraying against a cabinet door.
Yang stammered in shock as she looked over to the two, dropping her icy domme persona in a second of panic as she shouted, "Don't you two know how to knock?"
"We did," Blake said, unable to pull her eyes away, while Weiss stared in wide-eyed silence beside her. "And nobody answered. So we let ourselves in." Her lips curled into a cheshire smile before she let out a stifled laugh and, "Nice boots."