This is the second-half for a commission for a Two-shot of Yang x Ruby x Qrow.
Tags include - Angst, Hallucinations, Grief, Yuri, Threesome, Non-Con and Incest.
Feel free to tell me what you think, and enjoy.
~• Qrow •~
He had to leave.
The veil of indifference has lifted, and in his guilt he fled. Raven would've had a fit if she saw him now, when he gave her shit for running from Yang.
He understood that certain things were far too much, far too cruel and misguided. Even now, his mind danced between biles of insanity, indifference and madness.
The indifference of the taboo he committed, and the betrayal of his friendship, the madness of relishing and converting release from his niece. And the insanity of denying that the illusion of his morality has vanished into nothing.
~• Yang •~
She woke up feeling lethargic, the reason was simple enough. It was the nerves that kept her awake through the night. Today was the day right after the anniversary. The usual calming before the storm.
Logically. Yang knew it would be fine, but yesterday was a mess. Nerves and emotions cared little for the rationality of the way she felt that time. No one needed to tell her thath things have changed between her and Qrow.
The first rays of dawn begin to touch the edge of the bedside countertops. Yang sits on the bed and watches the pale light dilute the inky blackness, a thin wash of colour slowly diffusing the Patch sky.
The air is chilled as it blows through the cracks in the window frame, and sparse flecks of rain spatter the pane as the birds begin to wake.
A golden patch of sunlight slants across the wall, slowly widening like a spreading stain. It lands on Ruby, lighting her up like morning dew, the darn cookie monster, sleeping without a care in the world. Yang hasn't slept all night and she still feels very raw from what happened last night.
Yang drifts between waking and blissful sleep, unable to find the energy to move or even pull the blanket up around her body. Her head throbs like a vice, as though still succumbing to the narcotics of last night. Her eyes begin to drop again and reopen with a start. As the light begins to intensify, so does her misery, she begins to wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong with what they did.
A swelling despair presses outward from the centre of her chest, threatening to shatter her very ribs. Her lungs are filled with the cold air of the morning, running it's hands gently back and forth over the rough cotton sheets as if anchoring myself to this bed, to this house, to this life – in an attempt to forget her utter solitude.
The soreness beneath her lip throbs with a pulse and it's a struggle just to let it alone, not chafe it in an attempt to annihilate the agony inside her mind. She wonders which part of what they did was wrong. Was it the fact that they were of the same blood? There was no love involved, only a comfort the same as a hug would matter to those grieving. Yang could no longer feel hugs, nor remember what they felt like before. The exemption is Ruby, but the craving for more intense sensations erupts.
She continues stroking the covers, the rhythmical movement soothing her mind, reminding her that, even if she is breaking apart inside, things remain the same. All around her, solid and real, It brings hope that one day she'll feel real again.
A single day encompasses so much. The frantic morning routine: trying to make sure Ruby eats her breakfast, despite her aversion towards anything savoury like eggs. Qrow made a joke of eating chicken babies once and Ruby never looked at eggs the same again. She's nineteen now, and still avoids them like the plague. She often makes use of her semblance to zip around getting ready. It tires Yang's eyes and every time she tries to follow her speedy sister with them, they get blurry.
She stops once in a while, and during those times, Yang gets a full view of her, charmed by every gesture and guilt magnified by every stare. She tries not to think about it, whenever Ruby gets too close, or gets handsy when she's in a particularly good mood. But perversely, she wants to. It's only natural to get more and more curious as to what things will naturally feel like. Yang realised early that there is an apt reason why such curiosities over touch often end in one's bad her sense of touch proceeded with the trauma of still remembering how Taiyang felt as he went cold in her Qrow. Ruby was the only one she felt comfortable touching, and even that needed progress.
It started at her hands, holding them. Then stroking her hair at times. Winter was often the worst—everything gets cold there. The hugs started mid-winter, often because Ruby wanted to cuddle up with some cookies and watch got used to the hugs by early spring, and by then, the urge snowballed into something more. Yang neglected her sexual urges, relationships were lost, but she was far too frightened at the trigger to care much about strangers and hookups.
Yang felt that Ruby was often curious as well, her hands wandering around places they shouldn't, random touching during hugs. The lack of care she gives to being naked around Yang. It could've just been the chemistry they both shared as sisters, but Ruby was always one to be reserved about her body. Yang forced herself to stop thinking about it, but she must chafe at the wound, peel back the scab and pick at the damaged skin that's her head. Broken from moral inhibition.
The intrusive thoughts were always there, forcing them away only kicked the can down the street a few years, but ever since the night with Qrow, and the yearning for release becoming neigh unbearable, Yang can no longer leave the thought of her alone.
Like last night before she fell asleep after waiting for Qrow to return, she is there but not there: her heart and mind have left this empty house, her dead father and supermom, her adorkable baby sister, too charming for her own good, and the alcoholic uncle she craved in her grief.
Her thoughts are with him now, racing ahead to think about how to convince him that they need what they had last night. However long the day may seem, the evening will arrive. Qrow might vanish. And from that point, part of her life, part of herself, will be severed from her.
Yet, even as she waits for this to happen, there is still so much to do: coax the sleeping Ruby out of her bed, get herself ready for the day, bake some cookies while Ruby is in the bath—she's still quite terrible at chocolate chip. Make some breakfast for the both of them, And finally try to keep up with her own training, and make sure that Ruby is still doing okay for the evening, and not as hyper-active as she usually is. Although Yang does trust her with a good share of responsibility, she does this all the time and all the while trying to purge the very thought of Ruby from her mind.
For a change, Yang hears Ruby rouse herself awake. She tightens her lips and forces a smile on for her. "Mornin, Rubes." She greets.
"Morning." Ruby greets with a yawn. Yang looks at her, taking note of the cute little PJ'S she wears. Loosely worn pink pants with puppies and a baggy t-shirt that barely reached the rim of her pants. Her midriff shows everytime she stretches the yawns away, and as she stretches, her loose clothing weaves around all her curves.
Yang shakes her head and takes off from her bed. She tumbles a bit from how wobbly her legs feel while walking and ends up kicking against a few of the bottles. Ruby takes notice of them right as one of them rolls to her feet.
"Was Qrow here again?" She asks. "Seems like a lot. Even if it's only you."
Ruby knows that Yang often goes to clubs, drinking comes with the lingo when you frequent Junior's bar every so often. Ruby doesn't drink though, despite not being that much older than Yang, short of only three years in difference. In her defence, she tried to get into it on her eighteenth birthday to no avail. Booze often lacked the sweetness of the food Ruby liked. And she wasn't the type of person to drown her sorrows in the bitterness of it to forget pain.
Yang moved to pick up the bottles. Some half-empty and others as light as a feather. "We went a bit too hard on the drink last night, sorry if we kept you up." Yang apologised.
Ruby shakes her head. "I don't mind. Yesterday wasn't exactly a great day for you."
"Don't remind me." Yang groaned.
"Sorry."
Yang waved her off as she picked up the bottles at Ruby's feet. "I'm kidding."
Curiously, she wondered if Ruby would notice that she was only half-joking when she asked her to stop. Nevertheless, she carries on with her stretch like normal, ending with a few low bends on the ground at the right place and the right time for Yang to be cleaning up and sneaking a few stares when Ruby wasn't looking.
"Ruby, why don't you go take a bath and let me get breakfast started?" Yang says.
Ruby stops stretching. "Are you sure? You look a bit out of it."
Yang definitely felt more like hammered shit than what Ruby was implying. Her legs can scarcely move but she needed to get out of that room before Ruby realised what she was doing. Before she burns another bridge with her yearning. "I'm not that good, but it's fine. I'll hop in the shower after you."
Ruby stays silent for a moment before giving a shrug and walking out of the room. As soon as she left, Yang breathed a sigh of relief and fell back onto her bed.
She stared at her ceiling, thoughts racing and struggling against a want to block off the lustful intrusive thoughts. Yang instead closes her eyes, and sinks into the back of her mind. She'll need to go down to the kitchen soon, but she wouldn't be adverse to a few minutes of indulgence beforehand.
~• Qrow (10 years ago) •~
If someone were to ask the one secret a spymaster like him would take to the grave, not even the midnight trysts with Raven would be spared from the bird that sings.
But, if there is one thing that Qrow would admit with the last vestiges of his breath, is that he was jealous of Taiyang.
Qrow loved Summer, and he liked to believe he loved her even more than Tai did. He made a big show of being seemingly the morally conscious between the two, and if Qrow were to admit, he didn't have much to argue with considering that he was a bandit, and even less now that he's essentially slept with Yang.
Summer was always the type of person that Qrow thought he despised. Too loud and too active. The polar opposite of any woman he's ever met at that point. Every time she was around, Qrow felt like he was out of his element.
STRQ was formed by them right at the gates of Beacon. Once Summer talked to him, she wouldn't leave. She kept popping up everywhere Qrow went just like a migraine. Same class, same team.
Qrow smiled. How then did things get to this point, where he's desperately chasing after even a memory of her? By Summer being Summer, and popping up when people usually didn't ask her to be there. She just happened to appear at the right moments for them to talk alone and connect. It might've been the conversations they had between them. He was now too drunk to remember what they talked about most of the time, but he remembered the fondness that welled up when they spent time together.
But that didn't matter, since she was with Taiyang.
On top of being what quite possibly was the first woman he ever loved. All the time she spent running around and being as active as Summer usually was gave her a toned physique. He always spotted a trace of her killer body when she wiped herself down after her gym session while speaking. Although it was only speculation, because, like her daughter, Summer also often made use of baggy t-shirts in every other place where she didn't need to head to battle.
Qrow knew she was dating Tai, but couldn't help but imagine what she would look like naked. The curiosity drove him nuts during times, and it was only through sheer grit that he could make it through Raven's sessions without saying her name by mistake.
He was inclined for that curiosity to never be sated, even after how long they spent together. Summer may have been a little naive compared to Raven, but she was careful. Very careful not to be exposed.
There was one day however, when Summer slipped up. And Qrow just happened to have been around there for it by complete and utter chance.
It happened a few days into the final days of the year. A week before Christmas. Qrow was taking Tai home from the club, who was drunk out of his mind. Raven went back to the tribe early, and he was supposed to be heading there tonight already. But taking him out for his birthday was a favour that Summer called upon at the last minute.
He needed some aspirin he kept in the house, so Qrow thought to check in the kitchen. He didn't manage to find any aspirin to take the hangover off, but he found a ribbon that wasn't there when he left. Not that Tai needed it anyway, he was sleeping by the time he went back.
He doesn't remember what he needed to get from upstairs that time, but he remembered walking up and by chance, looking into a specific room. He opened the door, and came to a sight that held him completely dumbfounded and still.
Summer was laying the bed, blinded and arms bound above her head to the bed frame. The ribbon Qrow found in the kitchen was draped all around her naked and supple body. The implication was obvious, she prepared this for Tai and by absolute chance, she didn't realise it was me.
Her good hearing came into play as she smiled when I entered the room. I didn't know if she could hear me, but the door to their room was always creaky enough for someone to hear when it opened.
Qrow took all of her in, mesmerised. Summer looked so vulnerable to him, like he could do anything he wanted to her…Tai was dead to the world, no one was watching. And being honest, Qrow thought that there's nothing hotter than the realisation of being with her like this. She gazed lovingly up at him as he stood over her, just taking her in… The guilt over tricking her still lives with him to this day, but at the time, there was none. There was only her, sensually filling every single one of his senses.
"So…" she said huskily, putting her best breathless voice into the air and letting it embrace my ears and fire my loins. "…Do you want to be the Grimm? Or for me to be Salem?" There was a sort of…bond between the both of them that went maybe a little unspoken. What she said was a Joke Qrow only shared with her. Whether Summer told Tai the joke remained to be discerned in the wind.
It functioned as a code… Most likely for Taiyang. Did he want a tender lover's experience in bed with her that night; Or did he want to fuck her, breed her, dominate her… claim her as his pet and for my exclusive use. Summer was way kinkier than Qrow thought at first. Maybe such a thing was usually a simple decision depending on the mood there were both in.
The problem with that, was that Qrow wanted both.
He was so in love with her that he wanted to be gentle. But he was slightly perturbed, angry. Not at her, but at Tai for touching her that mentally, knowing that he loved her. Qrow never really knew ways to express what he felt out in the open, but he wanted Summer to understand his heart and his yearning for her. And what better way, than the option that rested before him.
Somehow, he had managed to do both. Without answering her, he gently loosened the strap of his coat. Unsure at first of what he wanted but still moving forward with the night, she gently shifted the coat away from her body by writhing beneath him but keeping her arms above her head, restrained by ribbon as ropes.
As though they were emerging from a cocoon her breasts slipped from her coat, bouncing enticingly at him as if to say 'hello'. They might have been enhanced by the Gym she often frequented, but they always moved so naturally regardless of their firm round shape.
Slowly her hips moved upwards and the duster fell away like a revealing curtain, and with great muscle control she slowly lowered her hips back down. Her breasts continue to bounce gently from the movement, begging Qrow to touch them. She was like a present opening up just for him.
He gently pinched one of her pasties and her mouth opened as she began gently panting in anticipation of what's to come.
Burying his mouth onto her tits, Summer writhed as if she wanted it to stay there forever… And Qrow wasn't going to complain…. It was a tell that he didn't think she realised she did when she was this aroused. Tai probably never managed to see her like that. Summer told Qrow her spots in a dare they played one time.
Slowly he pulls away, the adhesive keeping them in place gently pulling against the smoothness of her breasts and her hardened nipple. It was agonisingly arousing for her… she whimpered and moaned as the light pain of her nipples being pulled hit.
"Fuck…" she groaned slowly out as the ribbon slightly gives way, "…I need to wear these more often…" she looked at Qrow through binded eyes and started shaking her other breast like it was jello she grinned playfully "…Go on." She commanded softly. For Qrow, It was just as good, if not better, the second time. It only made him envy Tai more, the fact he can actually look into her silver eyes while doing this. And doesn't have to trick her. She was determined not to move, to will herself to stay perfectly still as he played with her.
Qrow moved into her legs, long and as firm as she could manage with how thick they seemed to be. Fitting seamlessly to her body. He lay them spread open and dove in with his tongue. As it went in, his fingers went out. As his fingers went in, his tongue scraped out. Qrow had only begun doing this for half a minute as he stared up at her before she was declaring her orgasm.
"Oh fuck!" she stared down at me in horror, "Oh fuck Tai, I can't hold it!" she slammed and writhed against the bed frame. "Please don't stop again, please!"
Qrow took notice of what she said, Tai apparently didn't drive her mad as much as he thinks he did. This might've been her first genuine one in a while, he could tell because she was writhing a lot, and each time with an urge to force his head right onto her.
She yowled in utter bliss as the pleasure from the act and the sensation of Qrow's tongue hit her. Her legs violently twitched as they stayed outstretched, her fingers running deeply into his skin as she struggled to keep them from closing around him…Which if her strength had anything to say about it, then Qrow feels like he would've died knowing how much she lifts on leg day. With a howl, Qrow feels her body tremble in spasms.
Qrow is harder than he has ever been in his entire life, and as he looked at Summer reeling, he felt quenched of his lust by guilt of what he had done. Just as he started to walk out the room, Summer called back to him. "Aren't you going to finish?"
He grit his teeth imagining Tai coming to finish what he started. This was the only chance he had to do this. He headed back and started undressing, pulling out his cock.
As his length hovered over her dripping sex, Qrow took one look at her and noticed that the ribbon covering her eyes had been loosened. Her silver eyes were now staring directly at him. She knew he was there, she knew what he wanted to do. It froze Qrow in place, because she wasn't smiling but she wasn't angry as well. Summer must've been torn, but the odd thing about it was that he could feel that she was waiting as well, curiously, wantingly.
He knew it. Qrow knew that Summer should've been his. The way she looked at him that day said it all. And yet, as the guilt bites into him. All Qrow could make out was a whisper of "Sorry." Before plunging himself inside her.
As his cock pummelled into Summer's snatch, making her flat belly bulge in the most fascinating way, Rickard couldn't help but gasp as he stared up at the ceiling and roughly squeezed her plump buttocks. She felt greater than any woman he had in his life. She cried out in pleasure, and as Qrow ripped away the ribbon hiding her eyes, the look she had on her face drove him wild.
"Ungh," Qrow groaned as he arched his hips. 'Going…to…cum!' he growled through clenched teeth.
"Oh my god…Fuck!" Summer responded, "You're breaking me!" sweat streaming down her face before her lips formed into pants. Qrow held onto her restrained hips and drove himself into her womb, no longer holding anything back from her.
She shrieked before pushing herself up. As soon as she had finished her sentence, Summer came. Her shriek was loud, surely loud enough to wake everyone in the house, and her whole body trembled as she showered Qrow's stomach with the clear ejaculate that squirted from her quaking cunny.
Summer's hot, tight pussy sent Qrow over the edge and set of his climax as it squeezed around his member, making him groan loudly as he bottomed out and started to unload his hot, creamy gunk straight into her womb.
They breathed as they looked into each other's eyes. Qrow looked down at his member still inside her, but his sperm began to ooze out from her and spill onto the sheets. He knew what that might've meant. Summer didn't say a word to him, but she silently told him with his eyes. He needed to leave, now.
It took Qrow a week before he was willing to head back into the house. He was active while sending messages back and forth through both Tai and Summer. They had a party afterward, where Summer announced her pregnancy.
They looked at each other while Tai jeered. Qrow's was a simple rise of an eyebrow. And Summer's was only a nod.
~• Yang •~
Ruby didn't show up for breakfast. Yang was initially worried at first, until she noticed that Zwei was also missing. She must've gone to take him out for a walk, so Yang decided to leave her breakfast in the oven and take a bath instead. She yawned and stretched and rapidly shook her head off the morning grogginess. She began moving towards the bathroom, removing her soft hoodie and jeans, then placing them on the wooden basket inside. That's right, she'll need to wash her clothes later. Or find time to take them to a laundromat.
As she stripped down, Yang felt liberated. As liberated as one could feel naked and sore from the thighs down. She couldn't tell whether it was from the heat, or maybe there was something wrong, but her thighs burned a light trace of fading red that vanished with the cold. Her thought's drift to Qrow and things start to make sense, Last night with his vicious fingering and fucking.
Yang repelled him from her thoughts and focused on finishing her shower. Instead, she thought of Ruby which made things much worse. But her hand didn't stop, it just drifted further and further below as she reached out to whatever scrap of thought remained.
Suddenly she heard the door behind her slide open, and everything stopped. She felt someone enter inside the shower with her, the assailant seemed obvious, going by how much they were shaking behind from the cold. "Ruby, what are you doing here?" Yang asked.
"I wanted to join you." Ruby said. "It's been so long since we did this."
Yang sighed and laughed at the same time. "What brought this on?" she asked. "Weren't you walking Zwei?"
She could feel the coldness of Ruby's arms draping across her wet, naked waist. And the encroaching warmth of her entire body pressing up against her. Yang lets her body be sprayed by cold water, to alleviate what she was thinking about.
But suddenly, Ruby grabbed a bar of soap from under Yang's arm and wet the bar right beneath the shower's faucet. "What are you—?" Ruby begins wiping her down and slowly, her hands begin to go low. It trailed from her belly and moved towards her abdomen. Travelling her nerves as her touch makes Yang shiver.
Her knees were threatening to buckle from how Ruby was touching her, long ago did she forgo the bar of soap and instead used her hands as she rubbed her folds. "We can't do this Rubes." Yang muttered, struggling to even put the refusal into words.
"You're hurting Yang." Ruby said. "I don't mind."
"And how do you know that?"
"I saw." Ruby answered. "Last night with Qrow." And Yang was almost stunned enough to forget about the sensations she is feeling from her. That is until Ruby hits her in the right spot and she trembles.
She should feel sick, but Yang feels nothing but mind numbing pleasure surging all around. Ruby's eyes reflected wanting, and Yang found herself wondering how long did Ruby feel this way about her. "Ruby…" Yang called. "I…" This is Ruby, looking at her with such eyes. Even if Yang knows how wrong this is, she didn't have it in her to call such pure love in her eyes, disgusting.
Yang couldn't muster the strength to approve verbally without exuding a moan loud enough to be heard through Patch and echoed through the bathroom. Hence, Ruby finished her words, kissing her on the lips.
"Qrow is hurting too. And he's stubborn." Ruby said. "If this is the only thing that brings us together, then what's wrong with it?"
Yang lifted her hand and dislodged the shower head from its position, sending torrents of water crashing down on them. The drops of water made the window to catch breath even smaller, yet Ruby wrapped both her arms around Yang's head and pulled them closer together.
Her tongue invaded Yang's mouth just as frantically, creating a deep, wet and dirty kiss.
Ruby's hand then quickly sunk into her cunt and rapidly rubbed against her cunt, if the sensations from earlier weren't enough, this nearly sent Yang into a spasm. She arched back in pleasure as her shrill moans sounded through the shower.
She didn't let up. Plunging two of her fingers into her dripping cunt and rapidly fingering her. Her index and middle finger explored her insides while her thumb rubbed against her clit. Slowly, Yang began to tighten around Ruby's finger. She reflectively grabbed hold of Ruby's wrist and roughly drove it down deep inside her cunt. Rapid crescendos of moans sounding from her hoarse throat as her release drew nearer and nearer.
While she pleasured her elder sister, flushed and red like beet, Ruby's eyes never left Yang's breasts. Hypnotised by the way they bounce around and sway with each motion and jerk she made with her fingers deep inside her. She matched her momentum, rapidly fingering her sister's cunt as Yang drove herself down and shivered from time to time.
She tilted her head, and drove it forward. Biting on the nipple of one of Yang's breasts. With her free hand, she grabbed it roughly and began to knead it while sucking on her pink nipple.
Often when she bit on it a loud moan arose from Yang, who used her free hand to amass enough strength and hook back the shower head and adjust the water pressure.
Ruby stole a glance at and saw Yang trying to mess with the lever, but lacked the strength to do so. She smiled as her hand momentarily left her tits to flip the lever and cause the water in the shower head to spray at full blast on the both of them. She flipped the temperature to warm as they both shared a kiss again and Ruby pushed Yang onto the shower wall.
Once again, she lifted two fingers and drove them into Yang's a third a few moments after. The moans sounded again, this time louder, frantic and more desperate than ever before. Yang knows that feeling. She's feeling better than she had ever felt in a long while.
"Oh god…Fuck, Ruby…I'm—" The pleasure welling up inside her was intense enough for Yang to feel her heart beat against her chest. She rode herself on Ruby's fingers frantically as she smiled. "Go on Yang. Lose it." Ruby coaxed.
Burning red with tears welling up in the ridges of her eyes. Ruby ceased her thrusts for a moment, only to add one more finger and drive them down Yang's cunt as deep and as fast as she could. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Yang cussed.
In one final motion. Ruby thrust her fingers deep into her cunt, and then curled them. Unintentionally discovering her g-spot. And in that moment, she burst like a dam. Yang clamped down hard around her fingers and exploded in an intense orgasm. As her juices sprayed out, she grit her teeth with half lidded eyes, trying to hold back some of the noise from the moans that threatened to escape.
Both of them took their time catching their breath afterward, Ruby clamping on her aching wrist from all the fingering she had done. Yang was reeling, and as Ruby approached her closer on the wall, she opened up her arms with a single tear sliding down her cheek.
"God, we're sick." Yang said. "We're all fucked in the head."
"That's just grief." Ruby said.
Yang gave her a tight embrace that went seemingly endless. In some moments, they break away for a deep kiss shared between the two. They both move their legs deeper into the other's thigh and begin rubbing. "Is it though, or was it just the trigger needed to set things off?"
Ruby hugged her as she began to tremble from the sensation of smooth skin rubbing against her cunt. "I don't know." she said. "But things are better this way. At least this way, no one is hurting. So does that really make this wrong."
"It does." Yang answered. "All of us have just been hurting for far too long, to give a damn anymore."
~• Qrow (Present) •~
He could write an entire book on all the wrongdoings he's guilty of. Every single sin was committed against Yang and even Ruby. Yang was in a bad state, and he put her in that, it wasn't her fault that all she wanted was for something to feel good.
His niece, and what amounted to his daughter hidden from Tai. The only things worth giving a damn in his life. Three days have passed and they haven't talked, much less eat with each other like they used to. Small condiments they enjoyed while comforting each other. They took things too far, and what messed him up was the fact that all be could feel is a mind-blowing release from pain.
Guilt kills him. Maybe playing Truth or Dare while drunk wasn't one of the best ideas he's had. He shouldn't have touched her, he wasn't himself. All he was doing is chasing memories long dead. He wanted to do it all night, alone, in the safety of his own misty head. But the weight of her breast filling his hand drove Qrow mad.
He lost his head and his reeling. Qrow all of a sudden hated how he used to give people crap for grieving back at the tribe, he himself didn't understand how to deal with it. The pain creeping in over and over and over.
It's not their fault, they're young and confused, he's old and confused. They were both equally fucked in the head.
"Yang, Ruby?," he called out from the doorway. Neither of them flinched from the bed. With a sigh, Qrow closes up the house and makes sure that Zwei is locked in for the night. He came bearing gifts for Yang, but something told him that she wouldn't care.
Lighting a candle that he found in one of the boxes, Qrow sets it down on the end table and sets down Harbinger right beside the window sill. The glow flickers off the walls and his gaze falls to her blonde hair that's spread out over her pillow. She's wearing one of his old sweatshirts and shamefully, he decided that he likes the way it looked on her.
"Yang?"
He sheds his shirt and leaves on his jeans before dragging a seat near to her bed. Qrow stares outside the window into the night sky, right Yang she pretends to sleep.
He misses her voice. Her smile from her God awful puns. He misses Ruby, how she looks and acts so much like Summer, and the light that radiates from her.
"I'm sorry," he murmured for the thousandth time.
"What for?"
Qrow faced the bed a good feet away from Yang's. Ruby is turned to him, eyes wide open and glued to his. She sits up on the bed and before Qrow could elaborate, Ruby interrupts. "Yes, it's wrong. But what other choice do we have? Yang doesn't have a problem with it, so you're just making a big deal out of nothing."
He eyes Ruby and Yang. "Did she—?" She shook her head. "I heard you two yesterday, and sometimes when you sleep, I can hear you cry."
Ruby walks and sits right beside Qrow, slowly she takes his hand and trails it up her body, moving between her legs, and waist, then onto her supple breasts, and then her cheek.
He's lonely, this damnable semblance of his. It feels as though he is in hell without her. And as Qrow looks into Ruby, she feels as if she is there but she's not. He hates it, he hates feeling like this. Every minute that passes by, he is craving her hot skin against his. So much of what Summer is, inside her. The joy, the contemplation and the pain. The need is overwhelming. The need for release threatens to break what little strength he has to fight.
"Ruby…" Qrow started. "We're not going to be able to go back to the way things were."
He looks down at Yang. "We're all on our last legs, reeling, wondering without any way to move on. When they died, I thought that even with this semblance of mine, I want to take care of the both of you. See you turn into the people that I know they would be proud of." he pauses. "But loneliness is a scary thing. I've been sick. We all have, and are just starting to realise that there is no cure for it."
"Is it a bad thing then?" Ruby asks. "Yes, this may be the worst of all options when it comes to moving on. But, this is just the option that worked. And not only for Yang. But for you as well."
Qrow slowly leaned in and pecked Ruby's lips, he found her neck just below her ear and began to kiss her softly. "So where do you fit into this, I wonder?" he asks. Ruby gave a mischievous smile, choosing not to answer. Instead she turns back to Yang, grabs a pillow beside her and tosses it onto her head.
"You can stop pretending now." Ruby said.
"Damnit, couldn't you have just woken me up normally?"
Ruby shrugs. "Normal is overrated. It's why we're doing this, remember?"
Yang stared back at Qrow, and while the look on her face said that she definitely wanted to join. There was a certain reluctance within her that took root. Qrow couldn't blame her on that part, he's the one that pushed her away the first time it happened.
He sighs before opening his arms wide. "I'm going to special hell for sure." he quoted. "Come here, Yang."
Before he finishes his words, Yang dives right into his arms, and for the moment, she just holds him with a few tremors on her body. She seemed so cold that Qrow wanted to bring her back to him. Her body responds to the simple touch and it lights a fire inside of his core. He slides a palm to her hip and Qrow lays the both of them down on the bed, he turns off his brain.
He slips his palm up Yang's flat stomach before stopping to cup her huge tit. Her breath hitches at the grasp, and she holds onto Qrow's shoulder.
"It's cold," Qrow murmurs. "We need some body heat."
The wind chooses that moment to howl outside the small window as if to plead his case. Yang sits up and Ruby peels off her sweatshirt before taking off her own. Then, Yang pushes down her yoga pants. With more bare skin available to him, He kisses along her neck to her shoulder and pulls Ruby onto her back to continue his kissing along her collarbone.
"Tell me to stop." He said. "My head must all fucked up cause of the grief." My hot breath against her sensitive flesh makes her shudder. "I want to do things no uncle should ever do for their niece."
And things that no father should do to their daughter.
"Kiss me," Yang pleads. "I missed you."
Ruby doesn't try and get in the way, with a nod she motions towards Yang. Who needs release from the anguish much more than even Qrow. He doesn't wait another second before he devours her pouty lips. She moans against my mouth and her tongue just as greedy for him as he was for her.
…
Qrow beheld the sight of both the busty Yang and the jailbait Ruby. His gaze instinctively homed in on the sight of Yang's delicious cleavage––a deep valley between two creamy, giant mountains of flesh. He hasn't seen those two puppies in a while.
Those huge udders were complemented by the familiar curve of her hips, wide and fit for childbearing. Her hourglass frame was shamelessly unforgettable, he wasn't afraid to admit that in his mind, especially with how he's felt more tranquil at this moment than ever before.
Yang watched as her little sister continued to impale herself on Qrow's thick member, his lengthy tool made even the energetic Ruby pant as though running a marathon. The image of the cheerful, weapons-obsessed, cookie-eating Ruby was so distant from the person who was being fucked right now, it was staggering. Her pale-skinned sister was currently gyrating her hips in a circular fashion, allowing Qrow's girthy cock to mash up her insides with its magnum size––her face was that of a whore's, complete with bedroom eyes and flushed cheeks. She let out dirty moans and erotic remarks, praising the size of his phallus.
Yang watched as Ruby's tits bounced up and down in rhythm. Curiously, as she sat on top of Qrow's face, Yang took one of Ruby's nipples in her mouth and played with the other. "Mmph, Yang––what are you doing?" Ruby stammered out as she was being pounded.
"Jeez, Ruby! When the hell did you grow these?" the blonde huntress playfully teased. "Have I been feeding you too much milk?" She continued rubbing her own sister's breasts, feeling the pale orbs out––they looked so much bigger thanks to Ruby's petite body, and Yang didn't doubt the fact that her younger sibling would most likely have a body that rivals her own mother.
Yang felt another shock of pleasure as Qrow's tongue hit another sweet spot in her quim. The man below her lapped up her fluids, creating obscene, squelching noises throughout the cunnilingus.
Her uncle delivered so well––he expertly explored the inside of her vaginal passage, his tongue sometimes flirting with her vulva, licking her hairless crotch. The dextrous appendage seemed to always return to her clit, poking and stimulating the small sex knob and jolting her nerves time and time again. Qrow would occasionally stick his fingers into her snatch, playing around in her wet cunt and hitting spots that she never knew even existed inside her. He definitely wasn't lying about how experienced he seemed to be at doing this sort of thing.
His burly fingers, calloused and swollen from fight after fight were probably even thicker than some of the dildos which she's played with before. Yang arched her head in pleasure. "Aaaaah, keep eating my pussy, Qrow!" She was absolutely drenched now; Qrow's skilled tongue licked her salty pussy like there was no tomorrow.
Ruby exploded, her vaginal walls squeezing once more as her orgasam sprayed wildly all acoss him. She contracted around her uncle's fuck stick, while Qrow's thrusting was both unrelenting and accurate, hitting her g-spot and cervix precisely at a brutal pace. Yang felt herself wince as she recalled how she felt in the morning. She felt like telling Qrow to tone it down, but he wasn't in the position to be listening regardless.
Ruby felt his cockhead punch her womb, knocking on it with the intention of cumming inside. She bucks her hips in sync with Qrow's thrusts, allowing their organs to meet midway through the air to allow for maximum penetration. His massive dick made indents on her inner walls, forever ruining her for other men––at least, those who couldn't measure up to his size. He was her one and only 'drunkle', the sole masculine figure she needed in life to dominate her so thoroughly during sex. Ruby continued to rail herself on his cock, her lower body being violated by his brutal thrusts.
Every time he pistoned his large member inside her, she felt her pussy numb itself in pleasure, taking satisfaction in being filled. Pressure started building up once more between her loins, charging up another orgasm in response to his penis' further swelling.
At the same time, Yang was reaching her peak again as well, her pussy being finally ready to ejaculate after her man's teasing tongue worked its magic. Her pussy started convulsing, The three relatives climaxed together, with the two girls releasing huge amounts of their love juices onto their bull. Yang's juices coated Qrow's face, while Ruby's drenched his crotch. He was literally showered in the two girls' amorous affections, their ejaculate proof of his sexual prowess.
While Yang's orgasm was nothing short of intense, the look on Ruby's face screamed that she was worlds above Yang's; the silver-eyed teen wore a dazed glance with her tongue loose from her jaw, as her body started convulsing over and over. His enormous cock continued spewing semen into her womb, the viscous white liquid entering her baby making chamber. The warmth of his virile fluids started another set of convulsions in the prodigy's pussy, mini-orgasms which numbed her lower body. She fell back on the bed, removing herself from Qrow's tower with the last of her strength.
The heated cowgirl sex was too much for her, leaving her breathless and gasping for air, her legs still trembling from the sex. Ruby held an expresson which Yang could only describe as being fucked silly."Oooh, yeah. It feels so warm inside me~!" Ruby said, as she started to absentmindedly rub her lower stomach, feeling the sensation of her womb being bloated with Qrow's sticky cum. His injected essence started leaking out of her, thick dollops of the substance sludging itself out of Ruby's stretched-out hole.
Yang lifted herself off of the man, allowing Qrow to sit up on the bed. He stared smugly at Ruby's euphoric, cum-crazed expression, as well as the copious amounts of semen which pooled out of her snatch.
"Nice job, Champ. I'm so proud of you." Qrow grinned. "Looks like all of our training paid off, after all." The cum-dazed girl simply groaned, catatonic from their sexual congress. Her more-developed older sister, on the other hand, was standing on the side of the bed, her snatch still dripping. Yang had endured watching her little sister get absolutely destroyed by Qrow's cock for the past hour, and was tired of waiting––she needed to get her fill.
"Qrow," she semi-pleaded. "Break me in already."
The blonde's golden locks were strewn across her face, with only her cowlick standing up. Her lilac eyes were focused on his still erect member, one which was coated in the love nectar of her own younger sister. She felt a certain heat between her legs, despite her pussy being lubricated well. Her drooling vagina was aching with need––the need for him and the need for release.
Yang mewled as she felt Qrow enter her. "Keep––keep going.''she said. The two of them were on the sofa, fornicating in a steady manner. Yang was riding Jaune cowgirl style, slow with a rhythmic rise and descent of her hips, a far cry from Ruby. But Qrow didn't mind.
The biggest difference was the pacing of the two right now; unlike the quick and rough pounding that Ruby received, Yang was being given a slow and sensual lovemaking. The curvy blonde was riding her lover, slowly lifting herself up and down his mighty cock. Qrow relaxed, not making any motions himself aside from the possessive caressing he was giving to Yang. His thick palms massaged and groped Yang's big ass, a babymaker which consisted of two creamy pillows as asscheeks. He sucked at her magnificent chest mounds, milk puppies which would grow even larger if she were to become a mother. He lapped her erect nipple, the peak of one of the two mountains she had on her chest––big tits which hang freely and jiggled a bit due to Yang's humping rhythm.
The bombshell woman groaned as she felt her nipples be licked and rolled around inside Qrow's mouth, an added stimulus to the fullness she was feeling in her tight pussy. They embraced each other, with Yang continuing to steadily impale herself on the male's girthy member as the two engaged in a more passionate form of sex––a loving intercourse full of intimacy. Their sweat was mixing together, their damp and slightly sticky bodies rubbing against each other. Yang continued to ride her man sensually, allowing his giant tool to fully occupy her narrow birth canal––slow motions which enabled her to feel every nook and cranny of her breeding hole being touched by Jaune's cock.
His swollen rod kissed her womb every time she lowered herself onto him, her fat buttocks lightly clapping against his burly thighs. Every thrust he made tipped her over the edge a little, pushing towards a guaranteed orgasm. To Yang, this act of sexual congress was foreign to her; and from it, stemmed an unusual warmth that welled up inside her chest. She no longer remembered what sex actually felt like, aside from the casual fling she used to have back then. The sex right now felt far more intense than any sensation. The sensation of every nerve in your body growing warm with every thrust. "Oh, shit." she thought. "This feels so fucking good, Qrow.."
The voluptuous blonde was unfamiliar with her male lover's intimate and careful loving––the past casuals were always hard and fast, their crotches smashing against each other in a furious fucking. Yang supposed it's because she was so out of touch with everything, that all sensations just feel magnified. But this was something different.
Sex with him involves her trying to latch onto coherent thoughts of sanity, trying not to let her heart roam wild. But it's useless, she is both everywhere and nowhere at this moment. Yang feels a throbbing down in her loins and with one thrust against her spot, she loses it and explodes like a dam. Warmth leaves her pores euphorically as she feels herself getting filled by Qrow's seed. Spurt after spurt.
Yang falls unconscious in Qrow's arms. As he picks her up, his seed oozes out of her onto the floor. They'll probably need to clean that up in the morning.
He places her beside Ruby who is already asleep and naked over the sheets. Qrow tucks the both of them in and then slips in the middle himself. As if they were waiting for him, both Ruby and Yang latch onto each shoulder and hold him still.
Damn. Qrow didn't even like sleeping on his back. But as he looked at the resting girls, who took the phantom forms of both Raven and Summer, he sighed. There's no good place for him, neither in life nor in the afterlife. Hell's waiting for him, a special kind for the one who cannot let go of the past.
He might get turned into a pillar of salt, but as he saw the phantoms smile and give way to Ruby and Yang. He decided that he didn't care. It may have not been the right way to move on, it might have even been disgusting to most. Rightfully so.
But, it was the path forward that worked for them. And that's all what really matters in the end.