It must have only been a moment. Seconds at most. But the time between you standing before Yang Xiao Long and Blake Belladonna, naked as they were, and the next words that were spoken felt like an eternity.
There were two women before you.
And only one of you.
Both can involve themselves, but only one can experience the true action.
One would have to suffer waiting.
Yang Xiao Long, the woman whose as well known for her massive chest as she is for her golden hair.
Blake Belladonna, the secret pervert who enjoys reading erotica and living through them.
As it turns out, Blake's interests would make the choice for you. After all, now she's allowed to control the script.
Blake leans into Yang's ear, delicately shifts the hair blocking it, and lets out a heavy, warm breath. "I wanna watch~" Planting a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek, the Faunus pushes the blonde forward. "Just like the Princess of Fog." You don't recognize the book, but Yang's widening eyes tell you all you need to know; Blake just referenced what is clearly an especially beloved one of her books, and the subject matter was very, very clear.
Yang leans back and spreads her legs, inviting you in. "Your Princess awaits, then~" Blake draws her fingers up the blonde's body, painting the marks your hands must trace.
Weight seems to disappear from your body as you step forward. You decide to add the slightest bit of torture to Yang's age-long wait and add even more seconds; leaning down, you plant a well-deserved kiss on Blake's lips, thanking her for her generous gift of the answer to an impossible problem. With her gracious sacrifice of waiting, you were free to take Yang.
Your hands touch Yang, earning an already satisfied gasp. You grab her legs and spread them even further, positioning them so they wrap around you. Yang bites her lip. Her hands squeeze the mattress. Her legs settle around you.
Every sensation in your body magnifies as you spread Yang's lips apart. Taking your shaft in your hand, you aim it, breathe, and enter into her. Sliding in, you feel a tremble shoot through Yang's body into yours, reverberating every action even further. A moan escapes from her lips as you start thrusting.
Your hands find Yang's waist. Fingers press into her warm skin, tracing over her soft hips and past her toned stomach. Her body was hewn like a sculpture, every last curve, and detail a masterpiece drawn out of a perfect frame. Even the way her fingers conformed around the bedding as such tightened her grip seemed like a work of art.
Heavy breaths pour out of Yang's mouth with every repeated motion, stopped only when she forgot to take in air. Her chest matched the rhythm, hypnotically bouncing and heaving to the audible delight of Blake. Her bare breasts were a gorgeous sight to behold to begin with, but to watch them in motion was almost too much. She was *designed* as an unattainable beauty, but you got to reap the benefits of this perfection brought to life.
Locks of golden hair flowed like a river as Yang threw her head back to drown in the ecstasy of the moment. Her reveling was cut short when Blake cradled her head and dragged it towards her. Holding her steady, the Faunus met Yang's lips with her own, tasting every gasp and moan that escaped from her mouth. Yang tried to maintain composure and meet Blake's kiss, but the passion flowing through her allowed her only to *enjoy,* not act.
Sensation was the only feeling the gold-burning beauty could experience, though this only seemed to spur Blake on even more. Her hands began exploring every inch of Yang they could, all while she kissed Yang and tasted her pleasure. You watch as Blake squeezes Yang's breast, kneading it and enjoying a fine whine escape through her lips. She pinches a nipple, causing the blonde to grip the bedding even harder.
You feel Yang shudder. Her body quakes and shivers, urging you to slow down for the briefest moment. It's not until she manages to pry her eyes open and look at you, silent but loudly saying everything she desired. Once again, she shuts her eyes and allows Blake to molest every inch she could get her hands on. Once again, you start thrusting, dragging the blonde's wanting body towards you. Every sound escaping her lips was muddled by Blake's kiss, alongside her constant purring.
Every second begins to feel unbearable. Pleasure flows through your body as you feel the moment growing closer and closer. Violently, you lean closer to Yang and grip her hips, sinking your fingers into her skin. Blake lets go of her, leaving her entirely in your hands. Yang's breathing intensifies, matching yours as you press deeper and deeper.
You see it.
A flash of red.
A streak of white gold.
A choked moan, barely able to spill out from her lips before turning into a shaking sigh.
Heat radiates off of Yang as her Semblance compounds with her pleasure. You finish flowing into her, still transfixed by the sight of her fingers clenching the bed. A moment passes, and you step back, leaving Yang to collapse in a sweaty, satisfied puddle looking up at you. Her golden hair sprawls out alongside the blankets and her bountiful chest heaves as she recaptures all of the air she failed to intake in the last few minutes.
"I take it you're satisfied~" Blake says, brushing a lock of hair off of Yang's face. "I sure was, and I didn't even get the full experience yet."
Yang breathes. "W-we waited… THIS long… to experience this with each other? Brothers Grimm, what were we thinking?"
"We weren't thinking we'd travel to another plane of reality, that's for sure." Blake turns to face you. "But it's apparent that the wait was worth it, judging from how her legs don't seem to work." She adjusts her seat and spreads her own, still-working legs, making sure you see everything she wants you to see. "Now, unfortunately, I have to wait my turn to enjoy you, but that doesn't mean we have to stop~"
You gulp.
Blake glances at Yang, then moves down towards her still-heaving breasts, then lower to her freshly painted thighs. Very slowly, she draws a finger to her side, then begins to move downward.
Across her stomach.
Down her waist.
And even lower.
Blake leans back and stares up at you. Her breathing starts to grow rapidly, picking up all the speed Yang had lost. She adds a second finger to her traveling path, tracing lines around her body until she reaches her destination.
You watch Blake masturbate, trying as hard as she can to not break eye contact with you. Purrs stream from her mouth as she rubs her clit, slowly at first but constantly gaining speed. Every few seconds, she pauses and restarts the cycle. She was going to make this last as long as she wanted to.
Slow and methodical. In the back of your mind, you can fill in the blanks; Blake knew how to extend her self-care since she'd obviously spent hours and hours reading her books. Turning the page of a slow burn, waiting and waiting, drawing out the words as she patiently grew closer to the climax. How many ninja princesses, Faunus heroines, and lonely soldiers had she experienced earning a partner that loved them? That cared for them? That *satisfied* them? That spent entire chapters caressing their skin and using every last word in the dictionary to describe just how much pleasure they felt?
But those were just words. And actions speak so, so much louder. And what left Blake's lips definitely weren't words; no, no flowery language could accurately depict the sounds of Blake nearly reaching her breaking point, then letting off with an almost angry sigh. You could hear her reach 99%, but that last 1% was just for you.
She didn't need words to tell you how much she needed you.
You, luckily, didn't need words to tell her how you'd fill that need.
Your body reacts to the scene before you.
Blake, struggling to find patience as she readied herself for you.
Yang is again conscious and starting to mirror Blake's movements.
In only a few minutes, you rise—your shaft throbs in the direction of Blake.
You don't keep her waiting.
Blake takes one last loving look at Yang and braces herself. She purrs when you grab her hip. She misses a breath when you enter her. She misses more when you go all in. Blake's nails dig into your side as she pours all of her remaining strength into her arms.
This won't last long. Blake couldn't after all her prep work. You watch her struggle not to finish immediately and slow down, feeling your own body tell you the moment isn't quite here.
The answer comes as a thank you from Yang. A gift she gives to reward Blake for letting her go first.
Yang slips behind Blake and smiles, her eyes flashing crimson for just a moment. Savoring every sound coming from Blake's lips, she raises her hands up behind her. You understand her movements.
"Purr, Kitty~" Yang whispers as she pinches Blake's cat ears, then begins rubbing them.
Blake's eyes shoot open as the words and sensation reach her. You take your opportunity to breach, flowing into her as her heart nearly bursts from pleasure.
What starts out as an attempt to meow splits halfway into an uncontrolled moan of satisfaction, lust, and bliss. Pleasure quakes through Blake's body as it fills, leaving her a mess. You exit from her, leaving her to simply collapse into Yang's arms and ride out her orgasm.
"There's a good kitty~" Yang says in a voice that would give you an erection had you not just emptied out into Blake. The blonde takes the opportunity of the love drunk Faunus to caress her body, claiming what was now hers.
Shaking slightly, Blake ekes out, "We really waited this long. Can't believe it."
"We won't have to wait anymore~"
The loving moment sadly ends there out of necessity. Knowing you were on a time limit, you, Blake, and Yang hurriedly got cleaned up, lest Ruby and Weiss get clued in on what you were doing while they were sweating out in a garage. Hopefully, they made some good headway on how to get that machine up and running.
Though… considering your new arrangement, things can wait a little longer.