Yang started to get lost in a haze, but not to the point of preventing her realization about the current state she found herself in…
Things were getting really absurd.
It all started with her decision to take the said ex down for murder — certainly a justified one, as Roman almost killed her little sister — together with Blake. Blake had mentioned a few horror stories about him, but her reaction of escaping shyly once they faced him suggested that it was more of an exaggeration to justify her actions.
Unfortunately, that left Yang alone to take him down.
Risky, but Yang was never one to turn down a challenge, so she followed him, sticking close despite his best attempts to get away, until she finally managed to corner him in an abandoned tunnel.
She didn't want to admit it, but at this point, she had considered retreating, but seeing that he didn't even bother to pull the impressive sword he had been carrying, she decided to fight. After all, Roman's ultimate fate confirmed just how much of a danger the sword represented, and not using it confirmed he didn't want to hurt her.
Which, while freeing her concerns of bodily harm, annoyed her significantly. She was an excellent fighter, not someone people needed to hold back against. So, she attacked.
Yet, as the fight continued, she realized that paradoxically, his insistence to treat her safely prevented her from unleashing her true capabilities, as her Semblance required her to receive damage to unleash her true potential.
So, she started teasing him a bit to make him attack aggressively — well, a bit more than her already an existing habit of flirting while fighting — which didn't work the way she intended.
It ended up in her current situation, pressed against the wall, wearing only her underwear, her hands tied tight enough to make escaping an unfeasible option.
Despite her attempts to see otherwise, Yang wasn't a bimbo, and certainly recognized the nature of her current position. Unfortunately, fighting left her hot and bothered even when she found herself only in her underwear, pressed against the wall by a beefcake, and she found her lips rebelling, delivering challenging words that she didn't expect to say.
Especially to the ex of her beloved partner.
"Oh, do you really think you can handle it, little human," he answered with a growl, one that carried hints of warning.
The safe thing was to apologize, but Yang found herself unable to resist the temptation. "Oh, I can handle anything you dish out, big boy—" she said, only to gasp halfway as he leaned forward, something long and hard pressing against her leg. "Tell me that's the scabbard," she found herself muttering.
Her tone carried an emotion that was certainly not panic.
"Oh, what do you think, little girl, do you think you can handle it now," he said, and Yang found herself trembling. His tone was not flirting, but sharp, showing that it was more about paying back her earlier insults than actually teasing her for more.
Ironically, for that reason, those words worked much better, making her tremble badly. But Yang was never the one that would leave such a provocation unanswered.
No matter the situation.
"Oh, big boy, don't worry, I can handle anything you can dish out," she gasped, ignoring the weight of his body pressing against hers. She felt a momentary flick of guilt considering his relationship with Blake, but that didn't last long.
After all, he was her ex.
Adam Taurus was a man of focus, commitment, and sheer fucking will.
And, ordinarily, he would have no problem ignoring the flirting of a woman, no matter how beautiful, or how deficient her clothing was.
His current state was nothing ordinary. Some might assume that it was about Blake's sudden departure, but between Sienna's insidious politics and Cinder's overwhelming display of power, that was only a minor part of his stress. Having trouble trusting even the men under his control, he had bigger problems.
And the sexy blonde rubbing against him aggressively offered him a way to handle that stress. He let his hands slip under her panties, caressing her surprisingly plump ass. "Come on big boy, is that all you can do," she gasped.
Adam decided to address the challenge that was given, and brought his hands up, pulling off her bra, leaving her breasts naked for his attention. "That's not—" she started, but before she could sentence, he grabbed one of her hardened nipples.
And used his Semblance.
The working principles of that ability were not too different from his usual attack stance. It gathered a certain amount of power based on his emotional intensity, and then released it based on requirements. The only difference, rather than a deadly slash, it triggered an invasion of pleasure.
Which worked excellently to awaken an explosive moan off her beautiful lips.
"Come on, little girl, that's all you can handle?" Adam said with a sharp tone, enjoying throwing her words back to her.
She growled, but that was all she was able to handle before moans took control of her once more. As he pressed her weight against hers, his fingers delivering the unique rush of pleasure from his semblance, she was not able to do anything but moan explosively.
Luckily, they were in an abandoned tunnel, and the emotions they were feeling were as far from negative as it was possible, not pulling any Grimm to them.
Even then, Adam was planning to leave once he managed to distract her sufficiently with pleasure, but her leg twisted a bit so that her inner thigh pressed against his shaft, caressing up and down with a repetitive motion. "How … so big," she managed to mutter choppily between her moans, showing just how surprised she was by it.
"Perks of being a Bull Taurus, little girl," he said with a chuckle, more than happy to underline the superior aspects of his heritage.
She bit her lips, trying to say something, but her mind was too clouded with pleasure to succeed in that aspect. While she was busy with that, Adam decided to give her more direct access, shuffling his hips to free his pants.
Revealing his monster for her.
Her arms twitched, showing her desire to touch directly, but her arms, bound behind her, prevented her from doing so.
At least, until he pushed his shaft between her legs, and brought it to a place where she could caress without freeing her hands. Her hands immediately wrapped around his girth, just using one not entirely enough to fully wrap around, and started jacking him off.
Lost in the moment, she closed her eyes, giving Adam full access to her body. He grabbed her tits aggressively, squeezing them hard enough to steal another moan, enjoying them immensely.
She certainly had a nice pair.
Under his assault, she bit her lips, doing her best to contain her moans, and failing spectacularly. But, as she bit her lips, she was unaware that she was only giving him another excuse.
Yang would have been the first to admit that she was in trouble.
She certainly didn't expect to end up in her current situation when she chased Adam, not even when she ended up half-naked, and pressed against the wall. As her fingers struggled to wrap around his immense girth, she was having trouble believing that such a thing was possible.
The true surprise came from the dance of his hands.
She wasn't surprised by his single-minded focus on her breasts. She would proudly say that they were her second best feature, right after her gorgeous blonde mane, and she was aware of the attention they generated from the male half — and not a small number of females.
Even their sensitivity was not a surprise, as she had leveraged that aspect many times during her late-night solo adventures.
But the way he was able to play with them, giving her an unbelievable pleasure, was certainly a big surprise. Despite the way she positioned herself, she rarely let any boy actually touch her — and never above some over-the-clothes petting — but her experience showed that men never knew what to do with her breasts other than fumble inefficiently.
It turned out that Blake's ex was the exception to that.
Despite the invasion of pleasure, Yang found a vicious smile pass on her face as she realized Blake might not be aware of that fact, considering the extent she had been lacking upstairs.
A bad thing to think about her best friend, but not as bad as caressing the monster shaft of her ex in a derelict secret tunnel.
With the skill he was playing with her, she wasn't surprised that that eventual climax, but she was surprised by the speed of its arrival. Barely a minute after he started working on her breasts, she found herself sliding against the wall, her view darkening for a moment.
She thought that she would have a moment to catch her breath, but it seemed that her opponent had a differing view. He grabbed her hair, pulling hard enough to extract an angry cry off her lips.
"Hey, be careful about the hair—" she gasped, warning her, but that was all she was able to say before he pushed forward, and the same monster she had been caressing earlier invaded her throat, cutting her path to answer.
"Let's put your mouth to a better use," he said, fueling her anger even further. Yet, anger was not her only emotion as she tried to deal with the aftermath of her climax. She found herself opening her lips to the limit as her body betrayed her.
Not a bad choice, she admitted in her mind as his monstrous length invaded her throat mercilessly, finally teaching her about blowjobs.
She doubted the merciless invasion of her throat, as merciless as the siege of Grimm, was the usual way of doing so, but she couldn't exactly say that she disliked it. And even if she was able to say so, the way her core was getting wetter more than justified it.
It was theoretical in any case, as she had long lost her ability to answer, his throbbing shaft working excellently as a gag as well.
"A good start, for a little girl," he said, and suddenly, Yang found herself burning with a desire to prove herself. She opened her mouth even more and angled herself so that she swallowed even more of his shaft.
She would show him. She was not little, and she was certainly not weak.
Pity, she didn't have the chance to protest that verbally...
Yang lost herself in pleasure, gags, and moans exploding, and her lack of breath not helping her any. When he pulled out, she was on the edge of a collapse, trying to resist the invasion by her sheer will, only to lose.
Only the spattering of a liquid managed to pull her from falling unconscious, but even then, it took a while for her to open her eyes.
Only for her gaze to widen in shock. "You bastard," she growled in anger as she opened her eyes, and saw her beautiful hair was stained with his last gift. The next time, he would receive a lesson about proper targets.
Unfortunately, as she glanced around, she realized that he had long gone. "I'll show you … next time," she murmured, actively pushing her anger to the surface.
It was much easier than focusing on the unfamiliar sensation, particularly how badly he had manhandled her.
And how much she enjoyed it.
With a sigh, she freed her hands from the primitive rope he managed to put together and stood up, and started fixing her clothes, doing her best to fix her clothes. Completely repairing them was out of the question, but she still worked to do so.
Trying to look like it was the battle that put her in such a state. She didn't want to tell her partner about the little adventure she had gone through with her ex.
Though, one thing was certain. Blake was certainly a silly cat to abandon such an example of manhood.
Well, Blake's loss, her gain…
Author notes: And here's another chapter. This time, the fun from Yang's perspective. I hope it was enjoyable.
My real life is finally allowing me to take a breath, and unless another crisis happens, it means I'll be updating much more. I hope you guys like it.
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