AN: So this one I did for free and for myself because Cole made another peice but it was Weiss and her Glyphtacles so I could not help myself. Here this is! Weiss and Frosty. Next will either be Pyrrha and Tendie or more Jaune and Seppy. Enjoy!
That Tickles! Chapter 3
"You can totally try it Weisscream!" Yang had told her over the scroll earlier that day, just after they had all met up for lunch, the small little group they had. It was rapidly becoming a group. Pyrrha had decided to make it, between herself, Yang and Jaune. Ren was to be added as soon as he could get his hands on one.
Now the firecracker had brought Weiss along to the meet and told her all.
Weiss was shocked at the time when they all brought out their little boxes and explained what they did, what they had been doing for weeks, months now. But then Weiss listened to them as they explained how amazing their nights were, how sex was never the same, and how it was the best orgasms they had all received. She was intrigued, to say the least but wasn't comfortable borrowing one of the boxes. She wanted her own, but couldn't in such a small amount of time between meeting and nighttime antics, which was why she was so nervous now. In her small but homely apartment.
She had not Myrtenaster, but a smaller almost want shaped rod of white steel in her hand, conjuring up a set of glyphs above and below her already naked frame. Weiss was ready to see and feel just what all the hype was about this. Yang had told her she had to try it in the call. "Just use Glyphs baby!" The blonde had told her, to try and conjure the feelers and tendrils with glyphs, and now Weiss was.
There were three bottles of lotion ready for Weiss knew her glyph limbs would not be able to secrete the fluid and lubricant that Jaune had informed them all about that came from his Seppy. Yang, of course, had interjected about how Spicy's - her little box - had a much better tasting and enhancing lube. Weiss wouldn't have that for now with her glyph conjuration, so lotion and baby oil would have to do. She only hoped the creature she would spawn, that would have a mind of its own, would obey her or at least follow her suggestions.
Weiss took a deep breath, feeling the tendrils come from her sigils on the ceiling and the floorboards, already slithering up her ankles and wrap around them. She let her long and shimmering white hair down and breathed again, allowing her body to relax.
The slipping of the feelers around her legs gave her chills, making her tremble as she waited for the ones from above to curl around her wrists. "Come on love, I want to know what makes this so special. Why Yang, Pyrrha, and Jaune want me so much to try it," she spoke to her tentacle servant. She was so ready, she could feel the slight chill and the touch was a little sensual around her limbs, and became even worse as she was held by her ankles and wrists and lifted into the air. "Ah!" Weiss cried out, feeling the coolness of the elevation quite feeling around her pinking thighs and her opening lower lips.
White hair had been shaved for this small experiment specifically. If she were to cover her cunt in lotion, she wanted it to be smooth.
The glyphs, the tentacles, which were already making her blush that this was actually happening, that she was stark naked and her pussy opening up to the smooth touch of the feelers around her, made her moan a little, and turn her head into her shoulder and blushed. She could already see why this was desirable, why the other girls and Jaune enjoyed it. It was the texture around her wrists, the way the tendrils held them snuggly, with enough room to twist them in their grasp and move around just a little. And then it brought her arms up, wrapping a thicker feeler around them and binding them a little tighter. Weiss was so into the bondage she gasped. "That's it my pet, bind my hands, spread my legs if you wish," she told the creature and it responded by obeying her.
The white and almost ethereal feelers spread her legs as much as it could and tightened the hold of her hands, so that she couldn't escape, just how she liked it. Two thicker, stronger and more fluid snaking tentacles came to her thighs, which were red from her trembling. As much as she was in control of her glyphs, she was still nervous and still shaking from being turned on so much simply by being hoisted by limbs. Simply the feeling of the smooth and slightly slippery tendrils was enough to make her blush, bite her lip for a time, and for her folds to let slip sweet wetness. She truly was turned on by her own glyphs summoned.
Without instruction, the mass of white feelers moved, grabbing one of the lotion bottles and spreading some, most of it over Weiss, over her bottom half. What was exposed of her thighs became quickly oiled and massaged by the hoisting tentacles, making the almost whole of her legs wet and slippery, perfect?
Next came her crotch, where her folds were almost pulsing, engorged a little and beginning to drip into her white cream carpet or onto the glyph mass itself. The feeling of her pussy becoming wet and then oiled with the lotion was a sensation she loved to experience, at the hands of the female company in the beds of Vale and Atlas in pure heiress style. This was even better, being bound by tendril and suspended in the air, waiting to see how good it would feel with two or three thin and slippery feelers slide their way into her folds and pleasure her ultimately.
Before anything else, before Weiss could issue another order the glyphs began thinking for themselves. Two more feelers came from behind her and circled around her bountiful breasts, squeezing them fairly tightly and making them bulbous.
"Shit! Frosty! Wha?" Weiss cried out, deciding that that would be the tendrils' name. Frosty, as her thermostat. She never felt the cold and thus never bothered to eradicate it, Weiss simply loved it, and now it was beginning to turn into a weakness.
Her nipples shot out, becoming bullets as Frosty wrapped her sweet feelers around Weiss's flushed breasts. Another one came to oil them with lotion, making the nipples harder still as the tentacles groped theme expertly. Weiss chose to consider her Frosty a female for it made the stone cold lesbian feel more comfortable with the feeling on the limbs wrapped around her entire body. That, and the inflicted headcanon that the feelers were belonging to a feminine and female whole made Weiss all the more turned on a spiraling as the rogue tendril spread the second bottle of lotion all over her breasts, making them glimmer with a fluid light in the shine of her apartment lamps. It was intense and succulent, amazing to have her breasts squeezed so tightly.
"Fuck! Frosty! Oh, fuck!" Weiss cried out, having her walls of trepidation eroded so by the forward and groping arms of her tentacle creature she had summoned. She was certainly not weary or regretting this now, and she was about to go all out completely with the mesh of weaving and twirling, wet feelers.
The breath was heavy and Weiss was heaving so from just the grip the glyphs had over her full and smooth, oiled breasts. When Weiss felt the smaller, thinner and more delicate nub slide up her smooth thigh her breath hitched some, and she gasped when the tip of the tentacle found her exposed pearl and began to gently caress it slowly.
Weiss lurched, trembled in her Frosty's hold and cursed loudly. No one had rubbed her pearl in some months, not even herself.
The sudden and delicate contact, that even persisted and continued even as the heiress jolted, made Weiss moan sweetly, even longingly. Her lower folds opened, even more, allowing any feelers that were ready to penetrate swift and easy access to the one above continued to pleasure her pearl. The two at her breasts continued to grope and squeeze them, making her moan and cry out, Weiss's ecclesiastical tongue sliding out of her mouth as she wailed. "Fuuuuuck," Weiss called out, not crying it but eliciting it in such a manner that showed she was already getting ragged. If the tendrils slipped in her and fucked her now, she would not least very long at all. The cupping, groping and massaging of her luscious orbs was enough to fuck her.
"Please… Frosty… Finish me off," Weiss begged off the edge of a moan. She was ready to orgasm, to release the tension that was build up inside her cunt and to moan as she would squirt it all out over her creation. The heiress was reeling, unraveling more and more by the second to the strokes over her engorged and pleading pearl. She needed the release and now. And one thing was for certain; she knew why the little club of her and her girlfriends and Jaune were so into this. It was incredible, even without the organic lubricant of honey or sugar or spice that the boxes had.
Her glyph created Frosty was amazing and perfection enough. Any more pleasure and Weiss contemplated that she may burst into the snow when she eventually arrived. Like Ruby did into rose petals.
Before she could gasp again, the feeler at her clit made room for three small others to peer into her entrance, and then smoothly slide their way in, as deep as they could find, right to her cul de sac. And then the beautiful limbs of white began to wiggle, and rub her inner walls, two of them, with the third sliding out and then penetrating her all over again. The feeling was sensational, explosive even and just ever so slightly chilling inside her. It made the heiress shudder, jerk her body again, Frosty holding her steadfast in the same position; hands remained bound above her as if she were meat on a hook, and her thighs were wrapped too and spread, her cunt stuffed more so than she had expected. Needless to say that Weiss was more pleased with the three tendrils fucking her so expertly. "M-More Frosty, more please," Weiss gasped so desperately as the one tendril fucked her faster and faster, pumping itself into her as the remaining two rubbed her walls, driving her pleasure levels through the roof more so than any other silicone cock she had taken, better than any tongue or woman.
But the penetrating feeler was replaced, swiftly with a thicker one which equally swiftly began to fuck her at a faster pace and with added pressure. She cried out, biting her lip for a split second before letting her tongue hang out of her mouth with slight tears in her eyes. She was fucked, completely fucked more and more. She wailed all the more, hitching every time the thick feeler slid inside her folds, easy with the added fluid of the lotion. It was ragged, systematic, rhythmic and so blissful. So much so that Weiss passed into another realm of absolute pleasure.
"Fuck, Frosty! Ah! Shit!" Weiss cried out, her pussy dripping and then convulsing, tightening as the tendril fucked her more and more, eventually causing her to pulse, jolt again as she lost all control and her legs lost all feeling.
In a moment Weiss tightened her frame, her everything and then all at once let the orgasm squirt its way out in a wash of ecstasy over her body, her eyes rolling back. She came and so splendidly too.
It took a few minutes to wind down, to let the shockwaves roll off of her hips and the rest of her, to get her strength and feeling back in her legs and waist. She had to become the flawless and diamond cut heiress she always was, it was another part of her kink, to be fucked within an inch of her life and then act like the stone cold woman she was. It was how it was after she was fucked by a human, this time simply took longer. But she did feel amazing afterward.
"Well then, best show Yang and Pyr," Weiss told her glyph creature before Frosty ethereally disappeared.
She made her way into the bathroom, still completely naked and walking on her tiptoes, with legs crossing over each other. Looking in the mirror Weiss smiled, her lips curling devilishly and seductively to herself, her chest still flushed and her body wet and shimmering in the bathroom light. She did the same as Jaune, and took a picture on her scroll, sending it instantly to Pyrrha and Yang.
'Looks like I'm in the club…' the message read.