Semblances are amazing. Something unique about yourself that can range from super strength to speed, and it molds to fit your Aura and self.
Weiss' Semblance is hereditary, so she's not really special (only if you ask her, but many will disagree and state that a hereditary Semblance is rare). She can summon multiple types of glyphs and even small projections of Grimm she's slain in the past.
Yang's Semblance is a great thing. A…very great thing. With each hit or bit of pain she experiences, she releases it in a burst of power.
Now, how is this a very great thing? Besides fighting, that strength is also mind-numbingly—
"Fuck!"
… Pleasuring.
Yang snickers against the side of Weiss' head, three fingers pumping and spreading along the inside of Weiss' pussy. Weiss arches her back with a shudder that wracks her body and nearly sends her vibrating out of Yang's hold.
"I don't think I've ever heard you cuss before, Princess,"
"D-Don't call me princ—ESS!" Weiss throws her head back against the pillows cushioning her and groans. Her white hair fans out underneath her and her heavy breath sticks to the inside of her mouth.
Yang just leans down to mouth at the underside of her jaw. "No problem," She smirks. "Ice Queen."
An annoyed grunt escapes from the ex-heiress. "I thought we got over that,"
The blonde just nips and sucks at pale skin while her left arm works like hell to please her girlfriend. Weiss opens her eyes—only for them to be half-lidded—so she can observe as Yang's arm flexes. The way her shoulder-blade moves to the not-so-subtle popping of the veins in her forearm. Stunning.
Weiss takes a moment to realize what a compromising position they're in. Though Yang is fully clothed sans shoes and shirt (and socks because she's not that weird), Weiss has lost everything on the lower half of her body. Yang is lying on her left leg while her right is spread haphazardly due to sinful ministrations.
"Gods, if someone walks in because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself," Weiss trails off, but the threat is established. It didn't even deter Yang; in fact, Yang lights up at the thrill of being caught.
Yang stops her movements entirely, lifting her upper body so she can stare into icy blue eyes with a familiar mirth in them. "Sounds fun,"
Weiss whines when Yang's fingers slip out of her to caress her outer thigh. "Now I remember why I called you a dolt. And a bimbo. And a dunce. And—"
Yang fake pouts. "Oh, Weissy, I never knew you had so many pet names for me! I only wish I had given you a nickname," She presses her lips to parted ones then pulls back with a thought. "Maybe Ice Queen will do? Princess?"
"I hate you,"
"You love me," Yang mumbles. Their lips barely touch, only a breath away from sealing them together for who knows how long. "Princess."
Before she has the chance to complain, Yang takes Weiss by surprise; her wet fingers return south to rub circles into Weiss' sensitive clit. The ex-heiress' nails bite into the muscle of Yang's back while her mouth parts in surprise. Yang grunts at the prick in her back and her eyes, already scarlet red, darken.
It's the first thing Weiss first noticed when they first had sex; Yang's eyes would start out lilac and end up red. And it had been a slow change, gradient as the two colors blend like in a famous painting. The more surprising thing that neither of them had suspected was the use of Semblance in bed. Sure, they never expected it the first time, but it hit them like a truck when Yang's fingers pressed proud bruising that wouldn't leave for hours into slim hips, even with Weiss' Aura healing her.
Lips press to sun-kissed skin while ragged breaths work their way out of Weiss' mouth. Yang's back arches sharply—the best architects in Remnant would be jealous—as the nails biting in her skin turn to claws raking down the length of her back. The blonde's breath hitches, and Weiss continues to bite harsh marks into her neck.
Oh, so that's how it's going to be?
Yang obliges the silent and desperate call for her fingers, and she brings them to Weiss' opening again. She roughly breaks the contact of Weiss' teeth and her neck, adding another jolt of delicious pain. Red eyes stare into icy blue in amusement.
"Semblance in bed? I don't think that's proper form, Weissy," Yang snickers when Weiss' horny face turns to annoyance, lips curled in frustration.
"I wasn't the one to activate my Semblance when we had sex the first time,"
"No," Yang runs her thumb through the wetness in Weiss' nether regions then brings it to rub in circles on her clit. Her amused face turns serious. "But you did hurt me hard enough for it to happen. So, technically, it's your fault."
Before protests could arise, Yang plunges her three fingers back into velvety folds. Weiss' mouth drops open and her eyes squeeze shut, hands trembling from biting nails to pressing palms.
Yang shifts her body to lean over her girlfriend and thrusts her hips against the back of her hand. Weiss moans at the shift in pace and opens her eyes once more to gaze into red.
"Yang—fuck—" Weiss throws her head back as her hips buck into the unrelenting pressure buliding in her core.
Yang's head tilts. "What? Is it too rough for you, princess?"
"No!" Weiss pulls her arms away from the blonde to push herself up on her elbow, other hand cupping Yang's cheek. "Please—" Her sentence melts into a long and pleasured groan.
"Please?"
"M-More, please,"
Just as Yang is about to give her more with all she has, the hand on her cheek draws back to slap her. Yang's cheek burns, but it does the job.
Weiss gasps and pants when Yang grasps her left hand in her right and pins it to the bed. A bright yet soft light fills the room, warm and familiar. Yang's hair is glowing. A whine of approval slips past kiss-swollen lips, and Weiss grips the rumpled bed sheets in her right hand.
"Is this what you wanted?" Yang smirks, but her eyes hold love and admiration at Weiss for taking what she wants.
The ex-heiress nods her head frantically as the cries escaping her throat come in breathy and higher. Yang pumps her fingers and thrusts her hips, and her metal hand holds an already bruising pale wrist.
Weiss pushes forward to lock her lips with Yang's when her noises become far too loud. Yang shudders when the white-haired girl bites down on her bottom lip, and she's gone. If her hips and hand wasn't being hard before, now it had to be punishing. That shoots Weiss off the edge and disconnects their mouths.
Yang presses Weiss down with her body when the ex-heiress shakes underneath her torso. Her pace and strength relents and stops when Weiss is finally breathing properly.
"Was that to your satisfaction, princess?"
"Y-You… You're such a…" Weiss pants. "pest."
"Aw, I never knew you liked me so much!"
Weiss rolls her eyes as her chest heaves. "Whatever,"
Yang gingerly slips her fingers from Weiss' pussy and wipes them on her dark pants. The tell-tale sound of Yang's scroll ringing makes Weiss groan in annoyance. Yang sits up and grabs it, putting it to her ear.
"Yeah?"
"Yang, I know we still have three days until we go to Argus, but can you please keep it down—Nora!"
Yang leans her head away from the phone then brings it back.
"Wear a condom!"
The call ends, and Yang looks at the caller id. She shakes her head and tosses her scroll back on the nightstand.
"Who was that?" Weiss asks once the warm weight of Yang settles on top of her again.
"Nobody important,"
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