Ruby Rose shook her head, her sweat-laden hair flying around as she walked into the locker room, wiping her brow and letting out a huge sigh of relief as she flopped down on a bench. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of well-earned weariness seeping through her body.
"Good work today, Ruby," a voice came from behind her, whose owner then proceeded to slap her ass hard enough to make her jump. Yang moved past her, already pulling off her top. Ruby rubbed her slightly tender butt and stretched out across the bench, watching her bombshell sister strip down.
It had been a hard-fought match of volleyball, a sport that team RWBY had found to be a great way to stay in shape and improve their teamwork. Before they knew it, a Beacon Academy intramural volleyball league was up and running and they all had uniforms. All of which culminated in today, which found Ruby and Yang tag-team substituting in for a friend's team, and more than that, having this particular locker room all to themselves- at least for a while. Ruby bit her lower lip as her sister's voluptuous curves slid into the open air, shifting herself a little.
"I'm gonna shower. Wanna join~?" Yang threw her a wink, the invitation hanging heavy on the air. Ruby mulled over her answer.
"Yes, but not like that. I'm way too sore for you right now, and I've got a date with Weiss later." Ruby rolled off of the bench, ditching her own clothes and stepping into the hot spray of the showers. Everything rolled off of her in a hot wave of bliss.
The sisters shared a comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the hot roar of the water. A thought sluggishly occurred to Ruby- something she'd been sitting on for a while, but had been a little hesitant to bring up.
"Hey, Yang. Do you remember that night with Pyrrha in here?"
Her sister looked over, a little surprised, in the midst of wringing out her long, luxurious hair. Her robotic arm gleamed.
"Of course I do. That's the first time we fucked." Ruby leaned against the wall and smirked at her.
"Hadn't Pyrrha been, like, trying to get you horny for me for like, weeks?" Yang laughed, beginning to shampoo her hands.
"Yeah, something like that. She'd whisper about you as she was-" She blushed a little, then continued. "F-finishing. She'd make me think of you when I came. I mean… I already liked you a bit like that, but Pyrrha… normalized it, I guess? She could sense that we wanted to fuck, I think, and made it happen."
Ruby nodded, allowing her gaze to drift over Yang's form as she thought about that. Yang smirked, striking a pose and sticking up two fingers.
"Can I tell you something?" She asked, hesitantly. Yang nodded, returning to the somewhat arduous process of taking care of her immense blonde locks. "Sometimes when I'm in here alone I… I kinda, feel, Pyrrha…"
"Like… feel her presence?" Yang asked, raising an eyebrow. Her sister blushed.
"More like… her dick?"
That hung between them for a moment. Finally, Yang blinked.
"How?"
"Sometimes I get the feeling she's running her hands over me; other times, when I'm sleepier I swear I can feel that fucking monster of hers against my belly or thighs…" She bit her lower lip, eyes fluttering shut as a shudder ran down her spine. "Once I had a dream in here where she fucked me, and it felt just like I remember it… Is that weird? Am I a bad person for fantasizing about her now that she's… gone?"
Yang looked thoughtful, rinsing her hair out.
"Well… I don't think so, but it's funny you mention that… Sometimes I get this daydream of her titfucking me. Always in places it happened, too... " She tilted her head. "Plus, Blake swears up and down she's been fucking her ghost for like, three months."
Ruby sputtered at that. "W-what!?"
Yang nodded sagely. "She's been telling me about it. I thought she was just having some reeeaaallly intense dreams. Maybe some sort of way of grieving, I dunno."
"... Does that make you, like, jealous?" Ruby asked, slightly fascinated. Yang shrugged.
"She was Pyrrha's before she was mine. Well, we all were, really." She gave Ruby a small, sad smile, reaching out to pat her on the shoulder. "Why do you ask, anyways? We all miss her, if that's what's on your mind."
"Yeah, but…" Ruby wrapped her arms around herself, turning around to let the water cascade down her back. "If all of us have had something like this happen, isn't it possible that there's something… left behind? Of her?"
"What, like, her ghost? Like, Pyrrha's ghost is actually still here and horny for us?" Yang asked, skeptical, leaning against the wall. Ruby shrugged.
"It sounds crazy, but we live in a crazy world. I mean, this wouldn't even be the craziest thing we've seen, right?"
Yang grumped, scrubbing her thighs. "Stop making sense right now."
"You're all deluded," Weiss announced, arms crossed. "There's no way something like that could be real."
"Then explain why we've all had these moments," Ruby shot back, crossing her arms in turn. "You haven't because you never had a thing with Pyrrha before she… you know."
Weiss blushed and turned her head, which was a dead giveaway to her girlfriend, who looked genuinely shocked. Back when this had all been happening, Weiss had still been a bit of a prissy princess. Ruby didn't believe for a moment that the old Weiss would have given in to Pyrrha.
"Share, bitch," Yang called out, Blake seated comfortably in her lap. The blonde played idly with her raven locks as Blake's sharp, yellow gaze held Weiss down. The heiress sighed.
"I… She gave me a blowjob, all right? It only happened once, forever ago!"
"Pyrrha, the fuck monster, gave you a blowjob?" Blake repeated, her tone indicating she very much did not believe that. "Pyrrha the hyper-dom?"
"Yeah, well, it was the only thing that got me to- Make me like you all! She…" Weiss flared up, then looked away and blushed even harder. "She came on slow all night, then started touching… a-and before long, I was s-squirming on the bed as she…"
She didn't need to finish it; one way or the other, they'd all ended up squirming beneath Pyrrha at one point or another.
"Still!" She finished, summoning her composure again. "I haven't seen any evidence of Pyrrha's ghost, horny or not."
"You sure?" Ruby pressed, leaning in and fixing her with an intense gaze. "No dreams, fantasies, memories that were weirdly vivid?"
"I get the feeling she's titfucking me," Yang supplied happily. "Blake has been getting fucked by ghost dick for weeks."
Blake flicked her girlfriend, then nodded.
"It's true."
Weiss tilted her head, giving it some real thought.
"Well… there was one night I half-woke up, getting head, but… I thought that was Ruby." The three turned their heads towards Ruby, who shook her head.
"Sounds like me," she admitted, "But I haven't done anything like that. Been too tired to wake up in the middle of the night."
Yang snapped her mechanical fingers. "So, there's your proof. We've all had run ins with ghost dick."
Weiss sighed.
"Even if it's true," she said, begrudgingly, "What are we supposed to do about it? It's not like… we can..."
"Like we can what?" Blake's soft, commanding voice inquired as Weiss froze. "You look like you've had an idea."
"Well… It would be really stupid if it worked…" She murmured to herself, thinking. "My semblance can summon foes I've fought in the past that pushed me, made me different. Teeeeechinically… Pyrrha fits that description."
The girls collectively frowned.
"So you'd be… summoning? Her?" Yang asked, slowly, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Not exactly. My summons aren't anything more than a shell, really. But if there are these… echoes, of her, laying around she might… Well, I don't know. I figure if I were a ghost and someone provided me my old body back, I'd hop right in." She shrugged. "It's probably the closest thing we have to being able to actually do something with it. "
After a few moments to mull it over, the girls collectively nodded.
"Alright. How do we do it?" Ruby asked, reaching over to gently rub Weiss's thigh.
"Well, all of us have felt something of her in a place that was special somehow- either she spent a lot of time there, or we made good memories with her there. We should find the place with the strongest… that." She glanced around- initially, their bedroom seemed like a pretty good place. Pyrrha had spent quite a lot of time here.
"JNPR's room?" Ruby suggested. "I know she was fucking Ren and Nora- dunno about Jaune, though. She was sweet on him, but I didn't really see them getting physical."
"Locker room," Yang announced, confidently. "Who among us doesn't have a sexy memory tied to that place?"
"Shut up," Weiss snapped, as the other three looked at her. "Just because I'm not a complete degenerate like the rest of you-"
"Locker room love nest." The interjection was quiet, Blake's voice commanding immediate attention. "We've all been there. I'd wager it's where Weiss had her run in, too."
Weiss nodded, grudgingly. "Yes, it was. That room still smells like her."
"Her cum, maybe," Yang added, a spark dancing in her eye. "Let's go!"
The lights flicked on to reveal a very familiar room. The love nest, one of many stashed within Beacon's walls, was well hidden and well kept- its custodians a succession of students who, one way or another, learned its location and became the keepers. A pile of athletic mats supplied with blankets and pillows served as a very large bed, while one wall was decorated with photographs of its occupants doing very, very lewd things to each other. Pyrrha featured prominently in more than one.
Ruby breathed in deeply; despite the regular cleanings, the room still smelled like Pyrrha. Part of her doubted the heavy musk could ever be completely scrubbed from the room, and that felt right in a strange way- to know horny students decades in the future might fuck, surrounded by the scent of the most powerful paramour she'd ever known. She smiled a little.
"Why are you stripping?" Weiss's sharp voice cut through Ruby's awareness and she looked over to where Yang and Blake were currently halfway out of their clothes. Yang raised an eyebrow at her in return.
"Why aren't you getting naked in the fuck room?" Weiss blushed, sputtering a little until a giggling Ruby hit her from behind, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her neck. The heiress rolled her eyes, sighing as she relaxed.
"Fine… I suppose it might help what we're here for, anyways." Ruby grinned, helping her girl strip down.
Team RWBY, completely on display, stood around in a loose circle. Weiss let out a huff, still unused to being so… open.
"So… what now?" Blake inquired quietly, smirking as she appreciated Ruby out of the corner of her eye. The team leader had grown quite shapely in the last few years. Weiss stretched, cracking her knuckles.
"I need to concentrate, so just sit there quietly and think horny thoughts. You're going to anyway, so it might help." She cracked open an eye just long enough to affirm that Yang was indeed already sporting a half-chub. She rolled her eyes, then took a deep breath and closed them.
Certain opponents were burned into her memory- the Nevermore, Arma Gigas, even the stupid Boar she'd had to defeat in class. Likewise, the form of Pyrrha Nikos was one she'd never forget.
Weiss possessed a powerful imagination. You needed to when you had a higher than average libido in a strict household like the Schnees. Pyrrha came easily to her mind's eye; it began with red hair, long and flowing, tied back in a practical way. Brilliant green eyes and smooth, bronzed skin. She'd always worn a confident, reassuring smile, giving her tall, athletic build a sort of ultimate strength. Pyrrha had been heavily muscled, but still managed to sport a hell of a chest on her; not much compared to the likes of Yang, but more than enough.
Taut thighs she'd personally witnessed crush a watermelon, a tight ass, and, finally, the pièce de résistance; her massive slab of a cock. Bigger than her own, bigger than Yang's, even, the very memory of that thing was deeply ingrained in every girl here, complete with a pair of smooth, plump balls. Her picture of Pyrrha set, she started the summons.
Pyrrha, or a version of her, appeared before Weiss as her semblance etched a convoluted glyph on the floor. It appeared as all her summons did, in an unearthly white-blue glow and slightly transparent. She opened her eyes, and everything was just as she remembered it. She tilted her head, regarding her Pyrrha's empty gaze.
"Now we wait," she said softly, something about what they were doing here demanding reverence. She didn't stop to let herself think about how weird it was. The board of photos caught her attention, and she stepped over, tilting her head as she examined it. It seemed like there was a photo of everyone she knew up here- Ruby, Yang, Blake, Coco, Velvet, Ren and Nora…
Everyone but her.
Weiss bit her lower lip. It had taken her a long time, such a long time, to open up to even the idea of being… active. She'd held a crush on Ruby for years, almost, and it still hadn't been until Pyrrha finally managed to crack her shell, just a little bit, that she'd really changed the way she thought. After that, sex with Ruby, and a long ways after that, with Yang and Blake. Practically every girl she knew was up on this board, being railed by Pyrrha... except her.
She really wished she was like she was now back then.
Weiss was just looking down, realizing the thought was getting her a little riled up, when something suddenly grabbed her from behind. She yelped as she was hefted off of her feet, a powerful hand on each thigh spreading her wide.
"Py-Pyrrh-!?"
Weiss's eyes crossed, her voice breaking as her question turned into a breathless scream. She knew instantly that the massive thing that had just burrowed its way inside her, bullying her pussy wide around it, had to be Pyrhha's cock. Weiss was almost never on the receiving end, but now this huge, hot thing was splitting her in half. The tip kissed the entrance to her womb, making her weak at the knees as a weak gasp escaped her. She couldn't quite see right now, the sudden assault depriving her of any sense, but she felt her stomach bulged by that huge thing.
She was just beginning to be able to think again when it started to move, a whimper falling from the heiress's lips as her insides dragged against that length as it pulled out, then resisted it as best they could as it plunged back in. Pleasure, white-hot and blinding, exploded through her with every heavy push into her. Pyrrha quickly ramped up, going from slow, powerful thrusts to absolutely hammering Weiss.
The heiress screamed as she came around that cock, eyes rolling back in her head as her tongue flopped from her mouth. Her length fired hot, sticky ropes of cum as she shot like a fire hydrant, coating the wall in seed fucked right out of her.
She heard Pyrrha grunt, her only warning before that length rammed her womb and exploded, filling her in an instant, her womb swelling as more and more was pumped into her. It erupted out around that cock, pouring from her folds and pooling on the floor beneath her.
Weiss hit the ground, twitching and drooling, cum flowing from her thoroughly used pussy. The rest of Team RWBY looked on in shock and arousal, watching as the version of Pyrrha before them let out a soft, satisfied groan, turning to look at them. She grinned, taking a step forwards, fixing eyes on Blake next before her form grew wispy at the edges, dispersing entirely over a few seconds.
A stunned silence reigned over the room.
"Wish I could make Weiss cum like that," Ruby finally uttered, voice soft, almost in awe.
Weiss winced as Ruby gently massaged her belly. The two had found a bathtub for the heiress to recover in- Weiss laid out, her back supported by Ruby's chest, head nestled against hers. For the past hour, it seemed, Pyrrha's ghost cum had been oozing out of her as her belly emptied. She still felt bloated, and sore all over, and part of her was still reeling from that orgasm.
"Fuck," she muttered, turning her head to rest her cheek against Ruby's soft skin. Ruby smiled, rubbing her lover's sides gently.
"Wish I could make you cum like that," she said softly, and Weiss raised an eyebrow as she detected a tinge in that voice.
"Jealous, Ruby~? Didn't take you for the type." She smirked, planting a kiss on Ruby's collarbone. "Besides, remember that time in Atlas?"
Ruby pouted a little, hands sliding up Weiss's belly to her chest.
"It took me a week to get you like that. Pyrrha's ghost did it in like, three minutes." She squeezed lightly, cupping Weiss's breasts and teasing her nipples with her thumbs. Weiss shuddered, shifting in Ruby's arms and laying back, letting out a pleased murr.
"Well, it IS Pyrrha. Or… her ghost, or whatever. Man… this is fucking weird." Ruby nodded absently, pinching and tugging on Weiss's nipples until she squeaked. She smirked at that.
Weiss tilted her head, angling until she could look Ruby in the eye.
"I love you, Ruby Rose. No matter how good ghost sex is."
Ruby blushed a little.
"It was good ghost sex, wasn't it?"
Their giggles echoed through the bathroom.
The girls had discovered a few things about what they'd done over the next few days. It turned out that Pyrrha's ghost, if that's what it was, could only manifest for so long, or so they guessed, but it was now completely independent of Weiss's power.
The other fun fact was that nobody but them could see it, something that Yang had discovered in class. She was sitting in the back row, almost dozing off when a pair of hands grabbed her head, fingers winding in her hair. She blinked, suddenly seeing Pyrrha kneeling on the desk in front of her. She looked a little more refined than last time- wispy white hair, a deeper blue for the skin, and glowing white eyes. She gave Yang a smirk as she let her limp length plap against her cheek, laying that dick across her face.
"N-now?" Yang sputtered, trying to be quiet. She breathed in, that scent filling her mind and setting her head spinning. Her eyes closed and she rubbed her cheek along it, already horny despite her protests. She had no idea if anyone could see her- it was pretty safe in the back of the room, right? Plus, the idea of being seen by all these people was kinda… hot.
Her tongue slid out, running from the base of Pyrrha's dick to the tip, the familiar taste ingrained on her by now. The bigger girl took over, using her grip on Yang's head to line herself up and greedily shove down her throat.
God, what a cock. It bulged Yang's throat, made her jaw hurt, and felt like it was absolutely fucking her mind. The taste and scent overwhelmed her, drool spilling out around that cock as it slammed home again and again, her balls slapping against her chin.
Yang stayed as still as she could. What else could you do with this goddess fucking your face? Under the desk, her length had hardened and popped right out of her compression shorts, allowing a free hand to wrap around it and stroke hard, jerking herself off as her throat clenched around Pyrrha's length.
Pyrrha came about the same time as Yang did, slamming to the base and erupting, pumping load after load straight into Yang's stomach. The taste on her tongue made Yang's heart jump and her length throb, unloading her own sticky mess all over the underside of the desk.
Pyrrha pulled out with a soft groan, delivering the last spurts of her load directly into Yang's mouth, ballooning her cheeks lewdly. She smirked and dissolved, leaving Yang looking like a dazed chipmunk.
"Something the matter, Miss Xiao Long?" Came the crisp, pointed question from the teacher. Yang held a hand in front of her throat, covering her swallow before answering with a cocky grin.
"No, ma'am! Everything's great."
Ruby Rose was waiting her turn, but not very patiently. She'd spent almost every minute of every day fantasizing about her turn, walking around Beacon with a burning between her legs. She'd soaked through three pairs of panties today already; Best to just throw herself into the volleyball match, today.
She'd worked up a hell of a sweat before she was subbed out, trotting to the sideline, panting heavily. She toweled off, took a swig of sweet, life giving water, and spotted someone standing in the darkness beneath the bleachers. She squinted, unable to quite make out the figure until a thick, blue cock slid out into the sunlight. Ruby blushed, immediately slipping off. "Uh, be right back!"
By the time she got over there, ghost Pyrrha had moved. She stepped in, squinting in the low light as she peered around.
"Pyrrha? You down here? I've been waiting for you…" Ruby bit her lower lip, sliding a hand beneath her uniform shorts to tease two fingers along her slit, shuddering softly. She was already soaked, and a little swollen. She let out a steamy exhale, turning only to be blindsided by a huge blue body. Lips pressed to hers, a powerful tongue wrestling control from hers in an instant as that huge length pressed against her stomach. Pyrrha's strong arms wrapped around her, bearing her to the ground and pinning her under her weight.
Ruby was panting in no time, her chest heaving with every hot breath as she watched Pyrrha, eyes glazed over with lust. She jerked, her back arching a bit as that length plapped against her belly.
"D-don't rip the shorts," she said in a breathless huff. Ghost Pyrrha smirked, lifting Ruby's legs and yanking her shorts up to her knees, exposing her taut ass and dripping pussy. She savored it for a moment, then ground her tip up and down her folds, making Ruby stick her hand in her mouth, muffling a whimper.
Her back arched as Pyrrha slid in, spreading Ruby around her. Ruby was just as tight as Weiss, but much more used to being stretched like this. Her insides clamped down, legs trembling wildly as she closed her eyes in absolute bliss.
Pyrrha's hips worked up to their usual jackhammer in no time, and Ruby really, really hoped they were far enough away that nobody could hear the loud plap of Pyrrha's hips against her own. Every time that dick bottomed out Ruby whimpered, shuddering, feeling those heavy balls slap against her ass.
"Fuck," Ruby whimpered, making Pyrrha purr in satisfaction. An arm wrapped around her legs, the big girl leaning over her, putting her in the closest they could get to a mating press with Ruby's legs trapped together by her shorts. "Fuck!"
Despite her best efforts, Ruby began to leak sounds- muffled exclamations, moans, whimpers, nearly unintelligible begging for Pyrrha not to stop. Her body rocked with every thrust, pleasure exploding through her every time the tip of that monster slammed home. Ruby was used to a fast fuck- her semblance was perfect for it, after all- but Pyrrha's pace was making her work, the power behind each thrust robbing her strength. She squirmed and let out a barely muffled yowlas she came, back arching, breasts pressing into her knees. Her pussy let out a spray of her juices, coating Pyrrha in her love before the big girl erupted in turn.
Ruby shuddered as each hot rope was pumped into her womb, her jaw working in utter bliss. Her belly slowly swelled as more and more was forced in, giving her a slight bump from the enormous load. Her head hit the dirt, her breath coming in shuddering, heaving gasps. Pyrrha crushed her lips to hers in a deep kiss.
Ruby's eyes closed. When they opened again, Pyrrha was gone.
"Ruby! You're in! Where are you?" Ruby started, shakily pushing herself to her knees and tugging up her shorts, squeezing her legs together to keep Pyrrha's cum from leaking out. She felt a savage grin form on her lips, patting down her hair as she trotted back out to the court.
If anyone noticed she was playing with sex hair and a belly full of cum, they kept their mouth shut about it.
Blake was a patient hunter. An ambush predator, she reasoned, willing to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
Except, in this case, she was waiting to be struck. Struck by the dick of the ghost of her ex-girlfriend.
No, girlfriend wasn't quite right- they'd never quantified their relationship in those terms, not like she and Yang did. Pyrrha hadn't liked labels, preferring to just love and leave it at that. Pyrrha had slept with pretty much every girl Blake knew, but Blake and the big girl had shared something a bit more special. Not quite mates- more like hunting partners, enjoying many of their outings together.
Pyrrha had visited her teammates, each in turn, already. She could tell- a girl fucked by the goliath that was Pyrrha came home with a certain look in her eye and soreness about her hips. She felt a little envious, but those feelings had evaporated as she decided that Pyrrha was saving her for last for a reason. She'd scoured her memory and the campus for a spot that was meaningful to her and Pyrrha, and her and Pyrrha alone. Of Beacon's extensive catalogue of love nests, there was only one that met the criteria.
Her climb began at nightfall. It was almost leisurely these days, but as a fresh, young-faced student it was a daunting challenge. She no longer remembered what had initially driven her to climb Beacon Tower- it wasn't as if no one had done it before- but climb she had, toiling for hours at night to climb the tower, feeling a sense of pride, accomplishment as she reached the top, finding a natural platform at the top, just under the spire.
Over the course of the year she'd made the climb a few more times, stealthily moving up supplies. She hauled herself onto the roof, carefully skirting the wide window that looked into the Headmaster's office and to the relatively narrow shelf on the back of the tower. Her sleeping bag was just where she'd left it, as well as a few blankets and a lantern to read under. She breathed in a deep breath of the cool night air, looking up at the blanket of stars overhead.
Pyrrha Nikos, insane athlete that she'd been, had followed her up here one night, after Blake had retreated here to be alone. It was the first night they'd hooked up, and the first time Blake had opened up to anyone. They'd only fucked here once or twice, as it was chilly and dangerous and right next to the Headmaster's office, but that first night remained firmly nestled in the faunus's heart.
She bundled a blanket around herself, settling in to wait. She felt certain Pyrrha would find her here.
She must have dozed off. She woke, slowly, yellow eyes blinking open as a warm hand caressed her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Pyrrha- or this version of her, anyways. She was a ghostly blue, her eyes a warm, burning white. Blake could just barely see through her, and she seemed to give off a little light in the darkness.
"Pyrrha," she breathed, her own hand sliding up to cup Pyrrha's. The ghost smiled, leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on Blake's lips. Blake's arms went around the ghost's shoulders, finding her both solid and warm, deepening the kiss. Finally, she broke it, panting softly. "I hope you think you won't get away with what the others got with me."
The ghost of Pyrrha raised an eyebrow, settling in next to her and casting an arm around her. Blake moved a hand to stroke her cheek, purring softly.
"You and I are going to say goodbye, Pyrrha. Properly."
The ghost grinned, because she knew what that meant.
This Pyrrha was different. Her Pyrrha had been an absolute monster in bed, taking well over an hour to cum and sometimes longer. This Pyrrha had already blown two loads in Blake's tits and mouth, respectively, and they'd been fairly quick, too.
Maybe she was more sensitive in this construct, or maybe she was just letting go easier, enjoying the seemingly limitless supply of spunk to its fullest. Either way, Blake had to admit she kind of liked being able to get her off so easily for a change. She wiped her mouth, lapping up the last remnants of that delicious ghost cum- ectoplasm? Ectocum?
She straddled Pyrrha, taking that big, smooth monster in hand and lifting her hips, her free hand bracing against Pyrrha's shoulder as she ground the broad tip against her pussy. Her head sank back, pointed canines biting her lower lip as she let out a soft moan, her folds parted by the swollen, slick tip of her first lover.
She was lucky to have gone from this monster cock to Yang, who was only marginally less hung, but the original was still… indescribable~.
Her lips parted, a noise from deep inside her soul forced out as her hips pressed down, feeling that huge, ghostly thing part her insides around it. She whimpered softly, back arching, and managed to bury it inside her in one fell swoop. She stopped to pant, quivering gently, leaning down to crush her lips to Pyrrha's.
They began to fuck. Slowly, at first, Blake controlling the pace from on top, using her sharp nails in Pyrrha's shoulders to keep her honest. It wasn't long before Blake was panting hard, her core rocked by waves of pleasure every time that length hit home, balls slapping against her ass. Ghost or not, Pyrrha was panting, strong arms wrapping around Blake's back and biting her lower lip as the faunus rode her. She squirmed, her hips bucking up into Blake's movements.
They came together after what Blake thought was an embarrassingly short time by her standards, her insides squeezing like a vice as she yelped, her voice ringing out over Beacon academy, belly filling with a huge load of spunk. She saw lights behind her eyes for a moment, the orgasm rocking her to her core, and she gripped Pyrrha tight, worried that whatever power bound her here would dissipate with the cumshot.
She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and whimpering as her sensitive sex took a slight impact from Pyrrha settling on top. The big girl shook her head, mustering some kind of strength, and smiled at her, reaching back to let her hair down. Her crimson locks flowed freely, unconstrained by her regular ponytail, and her hips were already returning to labor, starting to pound between her legs.
Pyrrha's lips locked on her neck, kissing her most sensitive spots. She latched onto a spot below Blake's collarbone, sucking hard until she left a quickly darkening hickey. She trailed kisses up her jawbone, her thrusts deep, hard and slow, each pound ramming the tip of her cock against the back of Blake's pussy, forcing a moan out each and every time. Blake's nails dug into her back, but you couldn't scratch a ghost- probably- and Pyrrha went on, unimpeded.
She lasted much longer this time- Blake didn't. The faunus came twice under her hips, quivering and yowling before Pyrrha finally erupted, ramming deep and pumping another huge load into her womb. Blake gasped a breathless gasp, her eyes crossing and a shudder running down her spine, her belly just a little rounded now.
Blake disentangled herself from Pyrrha, shifting their positions again, putting her ass up in the air and never quite letting that length slide out entirely, rotating herself around it and letting out a soft growl at the unique feeling of cock rotating inside her. She shifted them into a doggystyle position, feeling Pyrrha immediately lean into it, wrapping a big arm around her neck and shoulder, weight pressing down on her from above.
This time, perhaps coaxed by the position, Pyrrha wasn't as gentle. This was a real fuck, the kind that left Blake screaming and begging for more, gasping for air in the fractions of a second she had inbetween earthshattering, mind blowing thrusts. Pyrrha's hips crashed down, balls impacting Blake's rear with a regular, rapid cadence, sending the wet slaps echoing around the roof.
Pyrrha growled, her length swelling inside Blake as the cat came around her with a scream. She bit her lower lip as it finished, eyes fluttering as her mind whited out, orgasmic pleasure throbbing through her brain. She was just coming off of it when Pyrrha bit her ear, timing it with a thrust hard enough to make Blake bounce and making her cum all over again, leaking fluids freely and yelping as yet another Pyrrha load pumped into her belly.
Blake was let fall, her breath coming in ragged, heaving gasps. She was shaking too badly to move, tilting her head to watch Pyrrha with a single yellow eye. Pyrrha was flickering around the edges, a little more transparent than she'd been.
She carefully pulled out of Blake, the faunus's body gripping her tight, resulting in a messy, lewd sound as her cock pulled free, a cascade of cum following from the messy creampie. Blake whimpered as she felt it leave, felt it drag against her insides. Her pussy was red and swollen, thoroughly used.
"Not yet," Blake managed to grunt out, reaching back and spreading her ass, presenting her winking pucker to Pyrrha. "K-Keep going… K-keep going as long as you can."
Pyrrha was only too happy to oblige, reaching down and taking a handful of Blake's hair, roughly pulling her up and hefting her into a standing position, powerful arms putting her into a full nelson, her legs spread by Pyrrha's hands behind her knees. Her fat cock pressed against her tight hole, Pyrrha more than slick enough to force Blake down, spearing her on her javelin.
Blake hadn't yet come to this with Yang. Her anal experience was limited only to some mild fingering, and she'd surprised herself as much as Pyrrha when she offered herself up so willingly; she felt like she was in heat, already about to collapse from the intense sex and only wanting more.
It hurt, and not a little, but it was accompanied by such a strange, pleasurable sensation- for one, Pyrrha's huge cock was rubbing her pussy through her inner walls, and something about taking it up the rear sent primal waves of desire rippling through her. It only took a few thrusts as Pyrrha got going before Blake was scrabbling at the air, body twitching and flexing as she tried to move somewhere, anywhere, her brain overloading from sensation.
Blake lost count of how many times she came, passing out at some point as Pyrrha rutted her, lasting much, much longer now- now just like the old days, when they'd fuck for hours before the Amazonian redhead blew her load. She woke up, hazy and moaning, now on top of Pyrrha again as big hands gripped her plush waist, hips pumping up into her ass. She winced as a beam of daylight hit her eyes, dawn first peeking over the horizon. They'd literally been fucking all night.
Blake blinked, Pyrrha's movements taking a slower, more loving pace. She looked down at her, seeing that she was just about gone, faint and almost invisible now. She bit her lower lip, rolling them over one last time. She wanted to finish on her back, looking up into Pyrrha's eyes.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from all her screams. "I love you! I love you! I love you~! I-"
Her back arched as another orgasm ripped through her, letting out one last, hoarse shriek as she came. Her eyes rolled back in her head, warmth exploding into her belly.
When she managed to re-focus her gaze, Pyrrha was gone, and she was oozing from both holes. A groan slipped from her lips- she'd be so fucking sore today, but it was worth it. It was so worth it.
"Goodbye," she whispered, eyes closing.
The sound of someone rapping on a window caught her attention, and she wearily turned her head to see the shockingly unaffected countenance of Glynda Goodwitch, the now headmistress of Beacon Academy, looking out the window of her office.
She sighed, exasperated, but, somehow… she was not surprised.
