CAUTION: Lemon and Yuri. You have been warned.
Chapter 2: Honey Ropes
Ruby had broken the news to her team in their room. The overall result had been... negative. Weiss was trying to stamp down her blush, Yang was dressing and avoided looking at anyone, and Blake had spent her time cradling her head in her hands.
Finally, Ruby decided the silence had lasted long enough. "So... I guess that was a bad idea."
Weiss had only just managed to master her flushing face when Ruby spoke, and back came her blush with a fury. "Bad idea? BAD IDEA! Ruby, I'm not a lesbian. I had sex to be better, not to... make love!"
"But you enjoyed it."
Weiss nearly gagged at Ruby's logic. "Ru-Ruby!"
"You did." Blake interjected. Weiss directed her enraged visage at the impassive catgirl, but only received a slight smile in response.
Yang sat down next her Blake, subtly edging away when she realized how close she was to her. "You know Weiss... if you didn't like it, you could just not sleep with us anymore."
Weiss shifted her glare from one girl to another. "You cannot be serious about doing...that again."
Yang flushed herself, her gaze dropping to her knees. "I never said that."
Blake winced, setting a hand on Yang's shoulder. "Don't worry about Yang. At least it was fun."
Weiss opened her mouth to counter that when her wrist watch buzzed. Ruby walked over and glanced at it, turning wide eyed. "It's eight fifty five. We're gonna be late!" Without further ado, she grabbed Weiss by the collar of her coat and bolted out the door, leaving Yang and Blake to sit and stare after the hyperactive girl and reserved heiress they had fucked just last night.
Presently, the two remembered that they also had slept with each other, and settled into a heavy silence. Yang got off Blake's bed and climbed up onto her own, having restored it when Ruby had left for coffee. Blake cast her gaze out the window, taking in the slowly rising sun. Her mind rewound to the earlier night, recalling the sheer, almost shocking pleasure that she had experienced at the hands and lips of her team. Eating out Yang, being eaten out by Weiss and her partner, fingering each other, fingering herself while Yang ate out Ruby or Weiss right in front of her... it had been, and she could not believe she was thinking this, a proper orgy.
Blake allowed a sigh to her lips and released her muscle's hold on her back, happily and gratefully laying down in her bed. Exhaustion was something she had been familiar with since long before her stint as a Huntress, but what she had felt when last night had been over was just something else.
A mane of gold peeked over the rim of the bed above, lilac eyes peering down onto the occupant of the lower bed. "Hey Yang."
Yang stared down, her glistening eyes and flowing hair giving no emotion away. "Hey Blake."
Blake frowned in annoyance. Now, while she had enjoyed last night, she wasn't sure Yang had. Oh she had certainly fallen into the patterns of lovemaking with a gusto, but between the feelings she had seemed to radiate and the positions she had manipulated her team into, Blake couldn't help but notice a certain...stiffness to her actions.
Blake just patted the side of her bed in invitation. Yang dropped down from her bed and into Blake's. For a while, all they did was sit next to each other and contemplate their thoughts and emotions. Eventually, Blake reached over and wrapped her hand over Yang's. "You want to talk about it?"
Yang didn't meet her gaze. "I guess. It's just..." Yang made a handful of gestures, none of which Blake tried to interpret. "I can't really describe it. It's like you've been trying to... I don't know."
Blake's lips tightened together. "Let me guess. You aren't sure if you're gay, but you liked having sex with us anyway."
Yang put her head into hands, groaning to emphasize the point. "It's not that. Not entirely."
Blake cocked an eyebrow, her Faunus ears twitching. "Then what is it?"
Yang finally looked at her, locking there gazes. "Blake, I loved what happened last night, but I know that you only did it to get stronger. I did it because I wanted to be closer as a team, but if you just want to be better, then..." Yang broke the look, putting her head back into her palms. "I don't know what."
Blake stared at Yang, the blonde seemingly carved from stone. Finally, lacking any way to prove it without action, Blake made a decision. Standing up, she went to the drawer and pulled out several lengths of rope, cast off from what Ruby used to hang her bed. Those in hand, Blake climbed into her bed, shooed Yang off, and tied first her left ankle, and then her right ankle, to the bed posts.
Yang had raised an eyebrow in confusion as Blake did this, but when she saw Blake starting to tie her arms up, her intent dawned on her. "Blake...are you..?"
Blake focused on tying herself to the bed, only answering shortly after having managed to latch herself to one of the upper posts. "Yang, if you aren't comfortable with having sex with someone you think is using you, then you shouldn't. But if someone wants to let you use them, then maybe you'd think twice about not sleeping with them.
Yang blinked, more than a touch confused. "You're tying yourself up to prove a point?"
Blake glanced over at the other post, trying to work out how she'd tie herself to it without her other hand. "That's the plan."
Yang stared at her partner, teammate and, as of last night, lover, before groaning and moving to untie her legs.
Blake sighed and shut her eyes in disappointment. She had wanted to help put Yang's worries to rest, but if she didn't trust her...well, it was a hard pill to swallow, but in the end, what could she-
Why was Yang trying to pull off her pants?
Blake opened her eyes and looked down at Yang, who was grinning mischievously up at her. "What? Did you really think I'd pass up the chance to do you with bondage?"
Blake shrugged. "I'm only doing this to prove a point, aren't I?"
Yang smiled, climbed across the bed and kissed her friend/girlfriend. "Yeah, and I like that. But why waste such a golden opportunity?"
Blake raised an eyebrow, but smiled anyway and untied herself at the wrist, before sliding her pants and panties off in one go. "So, I guess it's a bit hard to undress with ropes in the way, right?"
Yang smiled in response, ogling Blake's thick bush and dreaming of the narrow slit hidden beneath. "You could say that."
Blake pulled her top and bra off, smiling herself. "Maybe you could do it, but I can't."
Yang rolled her eyes and grabbed one of the ropes. "Less talk, more bonding."
In short order, Blake, again naked except for her stockings and bow, was tied to her bed, the fully dressed Yang looming over her. Yang allowed a hand to ghost over Blake's crotch. "Well well well. I guess the little cat likes having some warm fur. Of course, she needs to clean herself a bit more often." Yang slipped her hand between Blake's legs, eliciting a twitch from her tied partner.
Yang ran her hand up and down Blake's clitoris, taking a touch of pleasure at the sight of the girl shaking and moving to the pace she set. "Maybe I'll need to clean her..." Yang waggled her tongue. "...Myself."
Blake gasped as, without warning, Yang directed a finger between her folds, entering her vagina. "Are you dirty Blake? Are you a dirty girl?"
Blake groaned. "Yes Yang. Oh I am a dirty girl." She strained against the ropes, her body tightening around Yang's fingers. Her nipples were painfully erect, her body aroused fully. Yang smirked at the reaction she had provoked.
"Maybe I will clean such a dirty girl." Yang bent over and set her face very near Blake's core. "Or maybe not. Or maybe..." Yang flicked out a tongue.
Blake twitched at the contact. "Oh Yang."
Yang smirked. "Beg."
Blake froze up, and then glared down at the blonde situated just right to orally destroy her cunt. "What?"
Yang smiled now. "Beg. Beg me to lick you up and eat you."
Blake's glare intensified, getting through the blonde's sex high. "Listen Yang: I will not beg you for sex. I chose to let you have my body. I won't beg you to eat me out."
Yang's smile faltered and died. "Blake, well...sorry. I mean...I didn't know-"
"Just eat me out Yang."
Yang blinked mid-apology, but noticed the twinkle of mischief in Blake's eye, recalling what she had said to the explorative Brunette just last night. Without further ado, she dove in.
Blake seized up again, shocked by the sudden assault on her womanhood. Yang used the same technique that Ruby had used last night, dancing her tongue up and down Blake's clitoris and labia, closing in on her anus but never quite getting there. Blake tried not to orgasm immediately, even as a thought raced through her brain: 'how can she do this? It's incredible.'
Yang tried her best to not completely knock Blake over the edge yet, choosing to tease her lover with just the right amount of love and pleasure. She made sure to carefully glide around her vagina, flick the entrance, and always tongue, but not for too long, Blake's G-spot.
Presently though, Blake ran out of patience and self-control. With an uncontrolled scream, she convulsed once, a splatter of clear fluid spraying out of her pussy and getting Yang right on the face.
For a moment, neither girl spoke. Blake coughed awkwardly, and tried to sit up. "Sorry about that."
Yang's face was impassive for a moment, before her tongue flicked out and caught a drop of Blake's cum for a taste. "Meh. Don't worry."
Blake's worry dissipated like a storm would when faced with the sun. "You know, if you like the taste, there is more where that came from."
Yang laughed. "Bring it on!" And with that, she dived between Blake legs, her tongue whipping and...
...doing nothing.
Blake waited, and when a few moments had passed, she sat up again. "Yang?"
Yang got up and smiled evilly. "You know, for all the fun you've been having, I haven't gotten a piece of that pie. You'll eat me now."
Blake blinked, but nodded anyway. Yang stripped quickly, her breasts jiggling and shaking in anticipation, nipples erect from Yang's sheer horniness. A quick movement and her yellow panties came off as well.
Yang threw her leg over her teammate and positioned her pussy just above Blake's face- "Enjoy your meal." -and lowered herself onto her.
Blake giggled around Yang's cunt, quickly getting into a rhythm of motion, very quickly managing to arouse the Blonde. Yang groaned and moaned as Blake's tongue, no longer a novice one, played her lower lips like a harp.
Before she knew it, Yang had lost all semblance of control and felt her orgasm rip through her body. Dismounting the cat girl, Yang smiled and kissed Blake. "No squirting for you, eh?"
Blake shrugged, but an evil grin crept onto her face. "You know, I could teach you to squirt."
Yang blinked, before falling out if the bed and climbing back in, prostrating herself before Blake's crotch. "Teach me, oh perverted one. Teach me to squirt."
Blake couldn't help but smile at that. This was turning out to be an amazing day.
Blake tried to reach down to demonstrate exactly how a girl would squirt, only to find this motion impeded by the ropes tied around her hands. She blushed a bit. "Hey, Yang."
Yang glanced up from staring at Blake's crotch like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Yes sweet heart?"
Blake gave the ropes an expository pull. "Can you do me a favor and masturbate me?"
Yang blanched. "What? Why?"
Blake shrugged as best she could. "If you want to learn to squirt, I'm gonna need to show you. And to do that, I need to be able to masturbate. I can't do that with my hands tied, so unless you want to untie me..." Blake let the question hang. Finally Yang nodded, a very mischievous look in her eyes.
Blake took a bit of comfort in the fact the bed she was tied to was cozy, neat, and most importantly her own: Weiss would have probably killed her if she had soiled her sheets. "Alright. I want you to take two fingers and insert them about two knuckle lengths into my vagina."
Yang giggled at the formality in Blake's voice, though she complied and slipped in her fingers. "Like this?"
Blake twitched as Yang's fingers slipped in and touched the core of her g-spot. "Yes. Like that." Blake took a few deep, calming breaths before continuing. "Now, I want you to stroke the upper wall of my vagina very slowly. Try and stimulate me with that."
Yang rolled her eyes, but still seeking the illustrious female ejaculation, complied, slowly caressing Blake's g-spot. Blake clinched around her lover's hand. "Oh god. Oh Yang. Oh yeah."
Yang took this as a sign to speed up, growing more vigorous by the second. Blake began screaming expletives, shrieking to god, crying in ecstasy, and always telling Yang to go faster. Finally, she couldn't take it.
"OH GOD! NOW YOU PUSH!" A torrent of clear fluid burst out of Blake's nub, soaking Yang's hand and signifying that she had gotten it right...somewhat.
"You push?"
Blake didn't respond. She was still trying to get over her orgasm.
"You push? Is that all?"
Blake finally caught her breath. "...Yeah..."
Yang pulled her hand out of Blake's pussy. "I could do that." The mischievous smile returned to Yang's face. "I can do that."
Blake cocked an eyebrow in incomprehension, all the way up until she saw Yang climbing over her and sitting down on her breasts, her legs wide and letting her see the blonde's glistening womanhood. "You wouldn't."
Yang smirked and lowered two fingers into her pussy.
"Yang, if you squirt on my face, I will kick your ass." Blake threatened.
Yang frowned, inserted two more fingers, and started agitating her G-spot. Blake opened her mouth to protest, but seeing the concentration and honest bliss on Yang's face, decided that it was best to just wait and see if she could extract revenge later.
Yang continued to run her fingers in and out of her pussy, delighting in the feeling of pleasure radiating out from her core. She was starting to reach the point where she could feel the limit. She took a gasping breath in...out... and pushed.
Blake closed her eyes as Yang's ejaculate coated her face. "Yes, thank you Yang Xiao-Long. Now that that's over and you can squirt, can you get off me?"
Yang climbed off and nestled up next to Blake. "That was fun."
Blake looked away for a moment, but when she looked back, her eyes were sparkling with joy. "You know Yang, I think I love you."
Yang blinked, but after a moment returned that with a smile. "Blake... I wasn't sure if I wanted to sleep with everyone last night when we started, but then...now... I think that I could live with this." Yang leaned in and kissed Blake. "I think I can love you guys."
Blake kissed back. "I love you too Yang."
Yang flipped into Blake and embraced her in a full body hug. "And maybe, just maybe, we can make this last." Yang reached down to Blake's clothes and took her black panties. wrapping them around her fist. "You ever get wet?"
Blake's gaze went from her lover to her lace panties to her crotch. "Let's see what it's like."
Yang began rubbing the underwear against Blake's clit, the soft fabric managing to get past Blake's bush and stimulate her. Blake dissolved into moans and gasps of pleasure, slowly approaching the edge for the third time...
"Hey Yang can I borrow- Whoa."
Blake took one look past Yang, took in Nora's shocked visage, and promptly came into her lacy panties, rendering them sopping wet.
Nora blushed, trying to avoid looking at either girl. "I'm just going to go now..." Nora stepped out.
And then stepped back in and put the two blossoming lesbian's worries to rest. "I'll keep quiet about this if you invite me to your wedding."
Blake and Yang shared a look. "Deal!"
Author's Note:
Another chapter in the books. I must say that I was astonished by how many follows and favorites this story got in the first week of publication. I'm assuming that you all love this person's writing style much more than mine and wish all stories here could be written like this. FYI: Not happening. Unless this person decides to do something else here, this will be the last one on my profile. To all of you asking, there will be more chapters of this. I'm not sure how many, but there will be at least up to 8. This is, at least, what my anonymous friend is telling me. Thank you all for all of the support and if you enjoyed, don't forget to follow, favorite, and review. Chas1881
