Chapter 2
Lurid Details
Yang
Emerald pulled her into the room and slowly closed the door.
Yang used the opportunity to take a look around the bedroom. It was frankly a shocking sight after stewing in their saccharine-sweet straight-laced house all day. The furniture itself was tasteful, almost rustic, a wooden king-sized bed was pressed against the wall on the far side of the room. To her left, there was a door that probably led to a master bath, her right was where things got interesting.
There was a set of hooks strung up along the wall at head-level, from them hung a wide variety of… implements.
Paddles, switches, crops, thankfully there were no whips. Then Yang looked down. Along the base of the wall there was a series of plain-looking wooden chests. Emerald was rummaging around in one of them right now. Her smile was manic.
Yang tore her eyes away from the wall and tried to focus on other things, she took a look at the pictures on the bedside table. To her left there was a familiar picture of Jaune on a couch with his seven sisters. The exasperation and exhaustion was writ large on his face, she could see the origins of his disappointed gaze forming even then.
She turned her head to Emerald's side of the bed, trying her best to ignore the rattling of chains from behind her. What she saw next was surprising
Emerald and Mercury were leaning against one-another, Ruby leaning against Emerald's other side. Emerald was in a wedding dress, Mercury in a suit and Ruby in a knee-length black dress.
"You invited Black to your wedding?" The rattling from behind her stopped suddenly. There was a sigh.
"Yeah. He tried to let me know about Cinder… before anybody else even thought to try. He tried to help me even when I was too stubborn to listen. He's family, he cared about me even though I tried my hardest to make his life hell. It was important that he was there, along with Ruby."
It was hard to argue against that, really. Yang turned around to face her. All around Emerald's kneeling form, various implements were scattered. Coils of rope, earmarked books on knot-tying, and at least three dildos of various sizes and colors. In a neat stack next to Em was a pair of handcuffs, a seven-inch long rectangular box, and a red ball-gag. Emerald finally found what she was looking for.
She withdrew a pastel-green buttplug, and stood up. Yang felt her heartrate spike, she tried to keep a smile on her face. It was a struggle. Emerald grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and off to reveal her bare breasts. They swayed invitingly, the dark-brown of her nipples were a sharp contrast against the rest of her smooth skin. Em spoke.
"You're staring… also drooling a little." Yang just nodded. Emerald rolled her eyes.
"Take off your clothes, all of them. Toss-em in a pile by the bathroom door. Then kneel by the bed." Yang just nodded, removing her jacket and tank-top casually. Doing her best not to notice how Emerald had removed her sweatpants and panties. Yang made to follow her, unbuttoning her pants and letting them fall to the floor. Emerald spouted off at this.
"Boxers? Seriously? You didn't talk to him for six years and you couldn't even be bothered to wear anything nice?" Emerald let loose a sigh.
"Doesn't matter now I guess. Kneel down at the foot of the bed, facing me. If you wanna drool I want to at least get some use out of it." Yang turned around to face the woman, red eyes bore down on her with an unsettling intensity. She walked the rest of the way to the foot of the bed and knelt down on the carpeted floor. Emerald grabbed her chin.
"Open your mouth." Yang's jaw held firm.
"It's clean, not that it matters. Your tongue's going to be following it later tonight anyway." Yang did her best not to think of those hips.
This didn't help stop the drooling, and she finally acceded. The silicone wound up in her mouth a second later, Emerald's bodyheat had warmed it up, and her hands had left a faint taste of sweat on it.
Yang's tongue circled the plug, the base sticking out of her lips. She did her best to get every bit of Emerald's taste off of it. Then she noticed Emerald had opened the white box, removing a harness-type strapon and stepping into said straps.
It occurred to Yang here was a very distinct possibility that she was providing the closest thing she was going to get to lubrication.
Yang doubled her efforts, trying very hard to ignore how appealing it was to run her tongue over the synthetic material. Emerald reached down.
Yang did not resist and the plug popped out of her mouth. Emerald's sneer was imperious. Yang watched as Em brought the butt-plug behind her and inserted it. She took her time, clearly this was a highlight of the evening for her. Emerald gave a shiver and an appreciative hem. Then her smile deepened. She held up the cuffs from earlier, upon closer inspection Yang saw they were closer to manacles. Three short, sturdy chains connected them.
Emerald chose to speak again.
"You see these?" She actuated a button on the side of each cuff. Yang nodded.
"These are the release buttons. I don't do safewords, but; if you are actually being hurt, this is how you get out. Do you understand me?" Yang smiled.
"I doubt I'll need it, but thanks for the offer." Emerald's smile vanished.
"I think I'm done with that mouth of yours. Open up." Yang complied, the ball gag made it's way down to her and into her still-grinning mouth. Emerald cinched down on it, hard. Yang wasn't going to be doing much talking going forward, probably for the best.
Emerald's smile returned with her last pull on the gag.
"Finally some peace and quiet." Yang kept her eyes focused, rolling them promised to have painful consequences.
"Now turn around and bend over. I'm putting the cuffs on." Yang complied, crawling on her hands and knees a full 180 degrees on the carpet, then placing her hands behind her back. As a final bit of interpretation, she bent down fully, placing herself in a sort of modified fetal position with her hands crossed behind her back.
She did her best to ignore how her lower-lips were exposed to the open air. There was no hiding her arousal now, control was slipping through her fingers fast.
For some reason though, she felt no need to catch it. The manacles went on with a harsh click, Emerald gave them an experimental tug to make sure they wouldn't come off on accident.
"You comfy there?" Yang could only mumble through her gag.
"It's a good thing I don't actually care then." Emerald then pulled her up by the chain, forcing her to her feet and then to bend-over onto the bed. When she released her grip, Yang remained. Her nipples felt fantastic against the smooth sheets. She could feel Emerald pace behind her, padding her way over the carpet to the wall of hooks.
Emerald removed something from one, Yang couldn't tell which. There was a meaty smack against a palm.
It was the paddle then.
Emerald
Emerald took in the sight before her. Yang was bound and gagged, bent over the foot of her mattress and clearly soaking wet. She hit her palm with the paddle once more, letting herself get familiar with the weight. Yang flinched at the sound, but it was combined with a bit of a thrust. Emerald opened up the little speech she had prepared in her head.
"You said that you were nobody's sub. Yet here you are, leaking like a broken tap. I take it you've never even tried before tonight?" Blondie nodded.
"So then, keep in mind we're here to hurt you, not harm you. You won't take any lasting damage here. That's not a rule, that's a prerequisite. Nod if you understand." Emerald's eyes scanned the prosthetic, she had no idea if it could feel or not, but it would have been a bitch securing only one hand with the manacles.
Yang nodded. Good.
"Very well. I will explain the ground rules then. Rule one-" She punctuated this with a smack from the paddle. Yang made no sound.
"-this is the pecking-order. It goes Jaune, then me, then you. If I manage to wrangle another girl in here, it goes Jaune, then me, then that girl, then you again. You're bottom-bitch here for the foreseeable future." Emerald turned and began to pace.
"This order is subject to change, but not by me and most certainly not by you. One day, a long time from now, Jaune can decide you and I will stand on equal footing. That's if you play your cards right." She approached Yang's backside again, lining up a blow on the other cheek.
She struck, the smack filled the soundproofed room. Yang moaned through the gag, Emerald made note to not use the paddle for actual punishments. She started on the second rule.
"Rule Two, the pecking order controls who orgasms and when. If its you and me, I decide who cums. If Jaune's here with us, he decides. You will not try and get around this, you will not try and top from the bottom. Which brings us nicely to Rule THREE!" The paddle came back down onto the first cheek, Yang whined and thrust out her hips again.
Emerald went to grab the switch instead.
Hopefully Yang was like her, and much preferred a smack to a sting. It had taken awhile for Jaune to figure that out, she still sometimes thought about the night that he had.
She brought it down onto the other buttock, the sound was sharp, but Yang's only real discomfort seemed to be her growing arousal. Emerald could hear the girl's ragged breaths and could practically feel her bodyheat even from a distance. It was like standing next to an oven. Emerald shook her head.
This was the limit of the pain she was willing to inflict on a first-timer. From here on out, if Yang was a closet painslut, that just meant Emerald had not drawn the right conclusions from her semblance. She tried again.
"Rule Three, punishments and rewards. If you break the rules, you get punished. Not in a fun way either. We will find something that makes you miserable and push that button until you apologize. You can appeal my punishments to Jaune, but otherwise you will do as we say. If you beg, we make it worse. The punishment continues until you adjust your behavior." Yang nodded her head again.
"On the subject of rewards, they will be handed out for good behavior. We will decide what constitutes good behavior. You do not get rewarded by begging, not unless we ask. You get rewarded when we feel you deserve it." Emerald noted the wet streak creeping down one of Yang's long legs.
That girl was a fucking menace. How was she going to keep her in line? It was time for the next escalation.
"Any questions?" The gagged woman gave no answer, Emerald chuckled.
"Of course not, how silly of me." She threw the crop onto the chests.
"I told you clean yourself earlier. Lets see how thorough you were." Emerald knelt, grabbing the reddened cheeks and spreading them, They were raw and warm to the touch. Yang sighed as she sunk her fingers into them.
Her asshole winked invitingly. Emerald blew a hot breath onto it. Letting the girl know exactly what was happening next.
"What did I tell you Yang? Your ass is mine."
Yang
Her entire body was on fire, not literally, but it didn't feel like a metaphor either. Every breath she let out though her mouth and nose felt like it could melt metal. Yang had never been this wound-up. Her pussy was somehow leaking down her legs and boiling-hot at the same time. She probably should have tried this out at some point. A controlled environment.
The problem was that the only person she would have trusted was married to the demoness who was currently breathing on her asshole like she was looking to polish it.
Yang suspected she knew how Emerald was going to choose to do that.
It was probably going to be the first thing she had any experience with before tonight.
While Yang had been traveling in Vacuo, hunting down a rogue splinter of the White-Fang, she had come across a high-class brothel. High class. Lucky for Yang, she didn't have much in the way of expenses.
She had found a woman with honey-colored skin and a heart-shaped ass, Yang had made her an offer.
They had hit it off almost at once, and after Yang had wiped the last traces of the woman's orgasm from her lips, she had asked Yang to get on all fours for a treat. Up until tonight it had been the hottest single moment of her life. Emerald surpassed it in the first twenty seconds.
She started with a kiss, a surprisingly full one. Then she had begun to spiral her tongue around the rim. Her thumbs ran circles across her savaged butt-cheeks. Yang forced herself to keep breathing. This was the most depraved moment of her existance.
Emerald's tongue crept its way up her crack for a flash, but soon it returned to its task. On occasion Em would flatten her tongue and move it side to side. Eventually Yang felt herself relax and Emerald's tongue actually penetrated. She couldn't help a long, wanton moan through her gag. Gradually, Yang's entire body seemed to relax.
Not long after this Emerald withdrew herself. Yang wanted to cry. Then she heard the telltale sign of a flip-cap opening. Her first thought was 'Why would she wash my hair?' Yang's second thought was considerably more accurate.
How the fuck did I forget that strapon? She felt herself tensing up gain, but she was starting from a very relaxed place.
Emerald
Emerald's eyes were on Yang's hands. If her fingers so much as ghosted towards the releases, playtime was over. If there was a time where Yang would be likely to use her out, now would be it. No movement from her fingers came, instead her arms tucked themselves further into her back as the girl pushed her hips back. Hoping to give Emerald a better angle.
That would do nicely.
Emerald grabbed the flesh of Yang's cheeks once more, placing the tip of the strapon against the puckered hole. It was considerably relaxed and lubricated now. Emerald thrust her hips forwards and claimed her prize. Yang gave out a long moan, raising her head in rapture.
Every moment of Emerald's married life had been spent in the shadow cast by this woman. Her duplicity, her selfishness, her arrogance. Yang had destroyed Jaune's hard-earned confidence as a man. She had destroyed Ruby, one of her best and truest friends.
Now Yang was here, Yang had surrendered everything.
Emerald had defeated her. She thrust herself forward.
Yang would bear her children, the womb of her enemy was hers. She thrust again.
Yang would follow her every command, the will of the enemy was hers. She thrust a third time, Yang was shuddering and hemming uncontrollably now.
Yang had come for Jaune, a man who loved Emerald unconditionally and wholly.
The heart of the enemy was hers.
Here now was Yang in her final act of surrender. No matter what, Emerald would never forget this moment. How she had presented herself, how she had offered herself to complete her subjugation.
Yang had not simply borne her blows, she had embraced them. She had not faltered when Em had tongued her most private areas. She had leaned in when Emerald had conquered that same hole.
Emerald did her best not to let out an evil chuckle. Victory was sweet.
She held out an arm, pressing Yang further into the mattress and giving her an angle to thrust even deeper into the woman. Emerald used her other hand to pull Yang's head to the side. She wanted to give the girl a view at what she had been missing.
She called up her semblance, casting her mind back to a fond memory. The first time Jaune had taken her ass. She'd been been bent over the twin bed in their first apartment together. The sounds that had come out of her mouth were the reason they'd had to move out.
Emerald cast her illusion, she couldn't see the look in Yang's violet eyes, but she bet it was delicious.
Yang
Whenever Yang had read about sex, which admittedly just as rare as her reading anything else. Yang had been fascinated by anal. It had perplexed her. It made no sense why so many women she had run into swore by it. Many of these women had started because contraceptives were difficult where they came from, but then they hadn't stopped when they moved. Clearly there had been an appeal she was missing.
It was all psychological. There were some nerves, gods were there nerves, but it was really all in your head. It had made no sense that what amounted to a sexual phantom-limb was that good.
Then then had come that girl in Vacuo. That had been an eye-opener, and she had thought that maybe once she and Jaune got back together, they'd go further.
Instead Emerald had done it..
It was better than Yang could have ever imagined. Before she'd had only a surface-level tonguing to compare it to. It had been deliciously taboo, but it was not this. Yang wished she could put her feelings right now into a poem, this was not a delusion, this was a mind-fuck. Every inch Emerald plunged the dildo into her was a moment of conquest, of sublime erotic glee. Sex normally felt like completion, here she was being pillaged.
She had long since given up on not drooling past her gag, the sensations were simply too much. Every breath was a pathetic mewl. She really couldn't bring herself to care. If gay-guys got all this and a prostate she was calling unfair on life. She could feel herself dripping onto the sheets right now.
Then Emerald forced her into the mattress and her head to the side. There she was given one hell of a show. Emerald herself was getting plowed, this time by Jaune. She wasn't certain what game exactly Emerald was trying to play here, but some free porn was nice. She got to watch Jaune's chiseled form piston its way into Emerald's heavenly ass.
Yang just wished she had a free hand to flick her clit, she'd probably ruin the sheets. She saw Jaune's hips increase their pace, Emerald matched it. Yang felt her much-belated orgasm approaching
fast. Her ring began to spasm and clasp-down on Emerald's toy.
This only increased the wonderful friction.
She saw the fake Jaune stop, her real Emerald did the same. The fake Emerald got her orgasm. Then she got Jaune's, he had obviously pulled himself about halfway out just so Emerald could feel the cum leaking out of her. Yang's clouded mind called bullshit.
No fair! I wanted that!
Yang held her tongue though; bit it technically.
Emerald's giggling filled the room.
"No complaints about that little ruined orgasm?" Yang refused to meet her gaze. She wasn't looking forward to what Emerald would consider a punishment.
"Turn around then, on your back. I wanna look you in the eyes while I fuck you." Yang turned over, but before Emerald could continue her torture, the door opened and Jaune walked in. He locked the door behind him. Emerald turned around. Jaune spoke.
"How's she coming along Em?"
"You know how she said she didn't play sub?" Jaune nodded.
"She missed her calling. The paddle got her moaning, the switch got her leaking down her leg." Jaune raised an eyebrow, approaching Emerald casually.
"Did you try the nipple clamps?"
"Not yet, but I think she'll like them too, I think edging is going to be our best bet with her." Jaune's hand finally landed on Emerald's shoulder. Surprise wracked his features, then frustration, Yang saw his grip tighten.
"Emerald?" The woman in question refused to meet his eyes, Yang was reminded of when a cartoon kid stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.
"Yes Honey?"
"Were you using your semblance on her?" Emerald cringed.
"A little"
"What was out rule?"
"I can't use my semblance in the bedroom."
"Why is that?"
" 'Cause it's important to know what you're seeing is real when we're playing."
"And why did you think it was okay to break that rule?" Emerald chewed on her next words for a second.
"It's my night isn't it?" Jaune looked Em up and down. His eyes found their way to the strapon.
"Take that thing off. It's clearly causing some role confusion." Emerald stepped out of the harness at speed. Jaune grabbed the harness and held it up at his eye level. He then tossed it onto the wall near the bathroom.
"No more of that until you learn to behave." Emerald was… rubbing her thighs together? Jaune took note of this.
"Pull Yang further down the bed, then bend over and grab the footboard." Emerald grasped Yang under her armpits, sliding her up the now sticky sheets until she just touched the pillows. She watched Emerald pace back to the foot of the bed while Jaune grabbed the switch Emerald had discarded earlier.
"Emerald, I told you to explain the rules to Yang, and one of the first things you do is break them. Is there anything you have to say for yourself?"
Emerald pursed her lips and shook her head.
"I'd say five sounds about right? How about that Emerald?"
"Sounds fair." Emerald left out her usual pet-name.
The first strike came down with a harsh-sounding SNAP. Jaune spoke evenly.
"Count them off."
"One!" Emerald called. There was a second SNAP. She flinched, Yang joined in sympathy.
"Two!"
Jaune spoke steadily.
"Why am I doing this?"
"Because I-" SNAP!
Jaune said nothing. Emerald called out again.
"Three! Because I broke the rules!" Emerald was panting now.
"What happens when you break the rules?" He brought the crop down again.
"Four! If I break the rules I get punished!" Emerald was holding back tears at this.
The crop came down again.
"FIVE!" There was a single tear running down her face, it reflected the light noticeably on her dark skin. Yang was transfixed, but also impressed, Emerald was taking this like a trooper. Jaune hung-up the crop.
"Have you learned your lesson Emerald?"
"Yeah. I understand."
Jaune paced his way to the side of the bed, taking a seat with his legs hanging off.
"You took that real well Emerald, I'm proud of you. Come'ere." He patted his lap.
Emerald took a seat gingerly, Jaune ran his fingers though her hair while she leaned into him.
"You did real good there Em."
"Jaune, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking…"
"It's okay Emerald, you know I still love you. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"I'm glad to hear that Em." Jaune kept his hands running down Emerald's mint hair and down her back. Yang was getting more than a little wound-up.
"Jaune?"
"What is it?"
"Are we still doing that thing with Yang?"
Alarm bells blazed in Yang's head.
"You still good for it?"
"More than. I'm looking forward to it." Jaune ran a hand down her back to her ass, cupping the raw cheek and drawing a satisfied hem from Emerald.
"Okay then. Get on top of her." Emerald removed herself from her husband reluctantly. Lifted a leg over Yang and straddled her abdomen. Her breasts hovered temptingly over Yang's face. The dark nipples looked delicious, but she was waiting for the other shoe.
"I thought you wanted to trib her?" Ohhh, this might be okay then.
"I wanted to show her the goods first."
"You said she was behaving herself?"
"She was." Jaune nodded, unbuttoning his shirt and pants. He was somehow more muscular than he'd been back when they'd first dated. Yang's eyes traced the lines of his muscles down. She was distracted by Emerald grabbing her chin, turning her head and giving Yang a smug glare right into her eyes. She was staring right though her.
"Em, pull the gag out and let her taste them." Emerald gave a small chuckle and reached behind her head. There was a snicking of the buckle, then the strap pulled the gag away. Em grabbed her tits and offered them. Yang lifted her head and took in a nipple. The faint taste of sweat was just as delicious as it had been earlier. The firm flesh yielding just enough to let her know it was skin.
Yang sucked hard, pulling her head back into the mattress. Emerald tried to suppress her reaction. She failed. Shuddering out a near-moan.
"Hoahhhh!" It was a reminder that Emerald was just as, if not more aroused than she was.
She felt Jaune's weight shift onto the mattress.
"Slide down Em." She complied, ensuring to slide her crotch down to Yang's, leaving a hot, slick trail down her abdomen and naval. Finally Yang felt Em's pussy come into contact with hers.
Their clits met, to Yang's surprise, Em's was just as slick. Em gave her an experimental thrust, gliding the nubs together. Yang shuddered out a breath, Emerald followed the exhale in with a deep kiss.
Yang heard Jaune from behind Emerald.
"Sorry Em, won't be doing anal tonight. You'll have to make due with your plug." Emerald gave a thrust that told Yang Jaune had given said plug a slight pull for emphasis.
Jaune
Jaune looked at the pair of women currently making-out in front of him. Their pussies ground together rhythmically, drawing strings of wetness between them. Emerald was either exploring or plundering Yang's mouth, expressing her dominance probably. This was likely a vindicating experience for her.
He placed his tip and Em's entrance. She had to break off her kiss at the sensation.
He thrust himself in, using her hip as a handle and forcing her down onto Yang with each thrust. Emerald was accustomed to edging, Yang was not and her moans proved it. Jaune varied the pressure, doing his best to give Yang just enough pressure to keep her arousal climbing, but not enough to let her actually reach a climax.
Too soon he felt Emerald's approaching. Her plug shoving itself pack and forth in time with her contractions. He wasn't going to be far behind but opted to finish her off first. He increased her pressure into Yang, whose shoulder Emerald had bitten into.
Not that she was complaining.
She tensed, then left a bigger mess on Yang's crotch than had been there before. She pulled herself off just as he let himself go onto Yang's abs. Half-lidded violet eyes met his.
"Am I next?" It was time for his terms.
"I have conditions."
"More?"
"Yes, a reward wrapped in a punishment. Em-" he turned to his wife, who was watching with rapt interest.
Yang
"-keep her on the edge for a minute. Don't want her to fade on us." Yang was astonished, she wanted answers.
"What for?"
"Emerald gave you terms for coming back. Those are the terms you agreed to earlier. I am telling you what I want as payback for leaving me and all of our friends and family with a note." Yang cringed, she'd known that was coming back to bite her.
Emerald straddled her side and ran a finger down to her clit again. Yang was hypersensitive at this point, she didn't even want to look down and see what a red, swollen mess her crotch was by now. Emerald spoke, running her other hand through Yang's hair.
Demon on one shoulder, and the angel wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. Emerald spoke.
"Don't know how you'll manage that Honey. She's just too kinky to torture and the edging is what you're using as leverage."
"Em, do you remember when I had you go without caffeine for a week"
"How could I forget?"
"Just because it's a punishment doesn't mean it can't be healthy, or productive. You already know what hurts her, you're just are hung up on the masochism because we're in bed right now. Think about the terms you set earlier." He
"Oh. You mean…"
"Her pride. She wanted to be the big, bad, independent Huntress. She threw away everything to chase that, even when the world started to move on. I know she's sorry. I know how much she was willing to debase herself to get back in. I think she should let the rest of her team know too." It hurt to think, but she needed to hear this.
"I'll do it."
"Just like that? Let me explain how this will go. You and Emerald will go out and meet with each of your old teammates. You'll start your sister. You will apologize to her, and you will explain what we're doing here. Not the bedroom stuff, but you will tell each of your teammates what your role in our household is. That you are Emerald's bitch. Emerald is going with you to make sure you don't try and weasel out-"
Em leaned in to whisper into her ear.
"Here's a hint. You won't."
Yang's baby sister was going to see her at her lowest. Weiss was going to see her as some glorified prostitute and live-in-maid.
Jaune continued.
"Blake knows a little more about… nonconventional arrangements. Emerald will probably have you tell her more. Make no mistake, starting tomorrow, you will humble yourself." Emerald increased the pace of her movements.
Blake was going to know about this, know that she got off on a couple walking all over her. How was she going to look her in the eyes? She fought back tears again.
The worst part was it was all her fault. She could have just stayed, she could have been kinder, she could have been direct, been honest. Yang could have broken up with Jaune in person, she could have given her friends more than a post-card to know she was alright.
But if she could trust herself to do the right thing she wouldn't be here right now.
Yang fought past tears she hadn't even known were leaking out to respond.
"Okay! I'll do it!" Jaune smiled, nodded to Emerald, then got to work.
His cock filled her just as completely as she remembered, combined with Emerald's fingers it didn't take long for her to climax. She saw the mess she made splash against Jaune's chest.
Then they kept going. They were unrelenting, vicious. Jaune's cock seemed to fill every part of her, Em's fingers rubbed circles around her clit while her mouth sucked at her nipples.
Yang had no idea how long it had been before Jaune finally came. Filling her insides with a warmth that seemed to sit and simmer inside of her when he withdrew.
Burnout.
Jaune spoke.
"Alright, Em. Playtime's over."
Emerald unlatched her manacles, leaning in to give Yang another kiss. It was chaste this time, comforting.
Then Jaune did too, his large hands grasping onto Yang's shoulders to draw her to him.
Jaune drew-up the sheets and Yang followed Emerald underneath them. Emerald latched onto her front, pressing her head into Yang's breasts. Jaune slipped in behind Yang, putting his arms around both of them and pulling them into his chest.
Yang had a few jokes about being in a sandwich. She didn't have the energy to use them, and frankly it was comfy. She pressed herself further into Jaune, his warmth enveloping her as much as the sheets.
All told, she'd had better days. She had also had worse ones.
She fell asleep not long after that.