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Time for dessert! Yang skipped hers last chapter, so her mother was kind enough to have something in mind for her.
We also get some introspection on Summer's end as things continue to move forward.
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Chapter 10
Summer could taste Yang on her master's cock.
At this point, it wasn't anything new. The last week had the taste of her daughter almost permanently on the skin of Jaune's fuckstick. She couldn't say she particularly minded. In fact, she took extra time to make sure she slurped up every bit of her eldest daughter whenever Jaune would give her the opportunity to clean him off after he'd finished with her.
Summer made sure every trace was removed from his cock by the time she was done.
It was the same now, though more Yang's spit instead of her juices. Lifting her head up from his cock, Summer teased at the head of his member with spit-slick fingers and met Jaune's eyes.
"What did you do to her?" she asked, "She's been in there for almost twenty minutes now."
Jaune looked pleased, smug even. Despite that, she could see how his mouth was just the least bit parted, and hear some of his breath escaping in little gasps as she gently twirled her fingers and palm about the knob of his cockhead. He sighed when she reached down and began to fondle his spit-slick balls with her other hand.
Meanwhile, Yang started screaming in the bathroom, her voice coming muffled but clear enough to be recognizable.
"A little bit of stimulation." He replied with happy breath as he leaned back into the chair to give her better access. "She's been coming along quite nicely, you know. Down."
He punctuated the order by sliding his chair back and spreading his legs. Summer dropped to her knees once he'd given her the room to move and settled herself between his legs. Taking the cloth she'd been using to wipe her mouth, she laid it out below his cock to catch any fluids.
Both hands began to work his cock afterwards, one continuing to cup his head while the other slid up and down his prodigious shaft.
"She's able to cum just from brushing her womb now." Jaune practically glowed with pride at the admission, "That whole time just now? Ah⦠That was my just rubbing her womb with my foot. From outside." The laugh that followed was part moan, summer grinning around the balls she'd taken into her mouth.
Soon Yang might have that are be on a hair-trigger. Even be able to cum from just having it tapped or brushed.
Another thought occurred to her, one she just had to bring up. Pulling away from his balls was⦠difficult. She had to actively fight against the desire to stay glued to it, stay licking the slight salty sweat that collected there even though Jaune had just showered. Strings of spittle connected her to his scrotum, and she lapped all of it up with a noisy slurp before she spoke.
"What about if you punch her there?"
He gave her a pat on the head as he answered, "It should be a show when it happens." He looked away - to one of the windows - in thought. "How about we give it a try once she knows you're in on all of this, hmm?"
Summer had a better idea.
"How about that's how we break it to her?"
The way his cock stiffened in her hands, the way it practically grew, was answer enough for her. His hands reaching down to grab at her hair just told her how much he wanted an outlet for how hot he found the thought.
But Summer pushed back against the force that drew her to his balls again, even as his thighs started to close around her.
"I⦠I have news."
At this he stilled, looking down at her directly with twin chips of ultramarine ice. The grip around her hair didn't loosen, but he was silent. She had his attention, but Summer still didn't stop pleasuring his cock. She wouldn't dare.
She took the hand knobbing his head away, cleaning it with her lips and then wiping it down on her uniform before she reached into her pocket.
His eyes widened at what she took out.
"I took the test while you were playing with Yang earlier." She said, hands shaking as she held the positive test out to him. Her stroking of his cock slowed but didn't stop, but she'd have been a failure as a sex slave if she'd missed how it twitched at the sight. "I don't know if it'll be a boy or girl yet-"
"It'll be a girl."
Silver eyes blinked as she looked back up at him. The grin on his face was hungry, his eyes now glinting with something that opened a pit in her belly. Summer couldn't tell if it was fear or arousal anymore, not with how her pussy squeezed at the empty air at the look on his face, how it practically gushed.
"It'll be a girl." He repeated, voice certain. "And you'll raise her alongside Yang. And when the time comes, she'll serve her father just like her mother and sister."
After that there was no more talking, at least not on Summer's part. Jaune had taken control of her head and was more interested in fucking her throat than hearing what she had to say.
His cock, stiffer and larger than usual, filled her out so much she thought she might burst. Handfuls of throatslime were dragged out each time he pulled his head back, sliding down her neck and soaking her clothes and in between her cleavage. Both his hands held her head and set a punishing pace while her own gripped at his thighs for dear life.
Jaune had impregnated her, put a child in her. Summer Rose was carrying an Arc bastard in her womb after she'd spent a week being fucked into a coma by their heir. She'd carry it to term, birth it, and - if what Jaune said was true - raise the girl to be a slave to him the way she'd surrendered herself and Yang to him.
A girl that had been bred for it. The same way her mother and sister were turned into it.
Summer came. Came as her master fucked her throat and suffocated her with his cock, came as she thought of the life that was now growing inside her womb was to be made to exist for this same cock, as little more than another set of holes to sacrifice to it.
Halfway through, Jaune started to talk, started to gloat. He told her about what had happened this morning after training, about how Yang had begged him not to cum on her hair, how she'd been asked to drink his cum instead.
The world blurred as she'd imagined the story, saw her daughter begging to drink her master's cum instead of having it all over her hair. Summer's hips thrust into the air again and again as another orgasm overcame her. If not for Jaune's grip around her head, she was sure she'd have thrown herself off his cock from the violence of it.
As he finished, giving her another lunch with the same batter that made her pregnant with his child, Summer had an idea, one that her intermittently screaming eldest had given her.
Yang hadn't finished her dessert.
~TtT~
She was on the floor, eyes open and unseeing. It might have been less comfortable if her golden mane of hair hadn't been cushioning her, and if the cold tile hadn't made it just a little more bearable for her sweat-soaked back.
Yang took in deep breaths, the weight of her growing bust pushing down on her just enough to make the exercise the slightest bit unpleasant, but she didn't have it in her to do anything about it right now. Her hands were sore, numb, shaking. Still, they were just above her groin, over her womb.
The girl had lost count of how many times she'd cum, dirtying the floor and her thighs each time she'd squirted. As she did so, she'd stimulated her womb into the next orgasm, and then the next, and then the next.
After maybe the first ten minutes, she'd stopped counting.
She'd wished she'd managed to stay on the toilet. At least that way she wouldn't be lying in a puddle of her own girlcum. Belatedly, she realized it wasn't all that different a state from what she'd endured on a daily basis, but she tried to shake off the idea of that.
"I⦠ah⦠How long have I been here?"
That hurt to say. Physically hurt. Her voice was scratchy and hoarse.
Gods. She'd screamed. Yang had screamed while she was womb-masaged herself into delirium.
Her mother was out there.
Oh no.
She had to get up. Had to get dressed. Had to do⦠something about that. Yang would figure it out once she could talk to her mom.
First she'd tried to move her hands. They did, barely. She put them to her sides to push herself up into a sitting position. Her torso felt like it was cramping something fierce, no way would she be able to sit up on her own right now.
Clammy hands recoiled at the sensation of her still-warm puddle around her. After a deep breath, she pushed.
"Fuck."
Her hands couldn't lift her. All they did was shake as she tried, sliding ineffectually against the cum-slick tiles.
Yang thought she might cry.
After a few breaths, she managed to flip herself unto her side and tried to get her legs under her. Bracing herself on her shoulder and lifting her head as best she could to avoid from having her face brush against the tiles, Yang thanked whatever gods still cared that her hair had managed to avoid soaking up her own arousal off the floor.
Then her legs bent like jello and she fell back into the puddle with a splash. Face first.
This time, she did cry. With her ass up in the air as if presenting, she absentmindedly thought that Jaune might have liked the sight of her.
It only made her feel worse, even as her pussy twitched at thought.
~TtT~
Yang crawled herself out of the puddle. She'd just stayed on the floor for a while after that, resting her head on her pile of clothes while she waited for her legs to start working again.
She wasn't sure how long she'd stayed there, but it was long enough that the fluids on the inside of her thighs had dried. Yang made sure the first thing she'd done when she could stand up was to clean that up as best she could.
Unfortunately, the bathrooms next to the main dining hall didn't have showers attached, so she'd had to make due with just tissue, water, and soap.
It took a while, and she went through maybe a roll and a half, but Yang managed to clean herself up.
With a sigh, and the need for a nice drink, Yang stepped back into the dining hall.
Jaune was there, waiting for her.
Yang stopped, looking at him from across the room with one foot still in the bathroom. Her master was still in the same chair he'd been in when she'd run, still casually reclining against the cushioned hardwood. Most of the table had been cleared out except for a large, filled beer mug.
"Feeling better?"
Her lips pursed together. Jaune looked so damn smug right now. Yang knew she'd made noise, knew he'd probably heard her screaming from in there.
Oh right.
"Where's my mom?"
One of his brows rose, the smirk widened into a grin. He shrugged.
"She went ahead. Figured lunch might not have agreed with you." An ultramarine eye winked at her. "Don't worry about the noise you were making."
The relief was immediate. Her shoulders slumped and she took a deep breath. Brothers, she didn't know what she'd have done.
"She was a bit worried you hadn't finished your lunch, though." Jaune drawled, pulling her attention back to him. He leaned forward, resting one elbow on the table and gesturing towards the mug. "I figured you should at least finish your dessert, then let's call it a day."
Yang stilled.
Lavender eyes were drawn to the mug, feet moving before she'd realized what she was doing.
It overflowed just a bit, the odd drop coming down the side as the light coming from the windows made it look practically incandescent. Yang could almost see the steam coming off it in wisps.
Cum. He'd filled the mug to almost overflowing with cum.
"What the fuck is this!?" The words slipped out of her mouth as rage came before the horror. She'd stopped right at the table, her hips bumped against the polished hardwood. Eyes turned red as her hair blazed with her aura.
The air around her warmed then heated. Yang could see it shimmer in the familiar leadup to it catching fire. Her teeth bared in a hungry grin. This⦠this was too much. How dare this asshole think he can make her do something like this! What was she? Some animal?
Whatever exhaustion she'd been feeling earlier had disappeared in the throes of her semblance. Fists clenched as the burning aura coated them. She'd never really gotten the chance to use her semblance on Jaune before. The one time she had, he'd managed to disable her before she could really build up any steam.
Not this time. This time she was charged enough to be raring to go.
Despite the threat of violence, however, Jaune remained calm. Looking almost amused at what was happening, his eyes dropped to the table before her then back to Yang, herself. One blond brow rose.
"Damage that table and I'm docking it off your pay."
Color drained from her face as her semblance flickered out.
Right. He owned her ass.
Jaune's eyes twinkled. "I'm glad we have an understanding. That table is older than your parents are, after all. I'd hate to have to make you pay to repair it, right?"
She felt smaller now. Lesser. Glancing down at the⦠dessert he'd prepared for her, seeing it bubble up with just a bit of steam from the heat of her semblance.
All the same, her stomach lurched at the sight, and Yang resisted the urge to take a step back as the smell hit her. It was still fresh alright. Pungent. Yang shivered when she realized how used to it she'd gotten since all of this started.
"Do I have to drink all of it?" she begged.
Jaune shrugged and leaned back into his chair. "It's that or you pour it over your hair."
Her throat dried. Yang felt so cold she wondered if she could have gotten any paler than she had earlier. "W-what?"
"You liked my cum enough to drink it after training earlier." He answered, waving a hand as though gesturing to the facefuck he'd put her through. "I thought you'd like it for dessert since the pudding we were served wasn't to your liking."
Oh gods.
Yang had figured he'd make it bite her in the ass, known he'd get her back for it. Just like Jaune to make her pick between her hair and her dignity. Or whatever dignity he'd let her keep after he'd started raping her on the daily.
"After all," Jaune continued, "I still owe you a punishment for spilling earlier, didn't I?"
She felt her eyes glisten with tears. Her vision started to blur, and a sob broke past her throat.
Clenching lavender eyes shut, Yang bit out, "All of it?"
"All of it. And I don't want a drop wasted this time."
The glass had grown hot. Not painfully so - though Yang's semblance let her handle heat better than most - but still enough for her to notice it immediately. If Jaune's cum had gotten cold, she'd done a great job at reheating it.
Jello. Yang was reminded of jello. It jiggled like it when she'd started to lift it off the table, and she needed to steady herself lest any of it spill. There was already that one large drop that was creeping down the glass from earlier. She had half a mind to let it be.
Her master, however, had other ideas,
"Every drop, Yang."
It taunted her, the drop. The way it caught the light from the high windows made it glow so white she'd have mistaken it for pearl. But there wasn't any way for her to think it was anything else as it made its way past the halfway point of the glass.
She couldn't really afford to lose it. If this was her punishment for a botched facefuck, she didn't want to know what Jaune would throw her way for a botched punishment.
Her tongue licked it up, then dragged all the way up to the lip of the glass.
It was a burst of flavor. Sweet, salty, and bitter all in one with a tinge of something metallic. She didn't know if it was a Jaune thing, or if all cum tasted that way. Not like Yang had been with anyone else this way.
The smell hit her again the moment she reached the lip of the glass. And like before, it was like it went straight through her nose and into her brain, throwing her into a dizzy spell. Her hands shook.
Before she could lose her nerves, she started drinking.
It was thick. So very thick. If it had been cold, she'd have likened it to a milkshake. Sips didn't cut it, and Yang had to actively pour it into her mouth.
She could feel her knees shake as the first mouthful hit her tongue. It was hot, so very hot. And she'd poured more than what would have been a regular mouthful so she pulled the glass away and looked up to stop from spilling anything.
Jaune must have found the sight of her funny. Trembling legs, puffed-out cheeks, and a large glass filled with cum hugged against her breasts.
The smell. Damn that smell. It was somehow stronger than when she was just buried into his crotch like a fleshlight and when she'd just been bathed in the stuff.
It was almost painful to gulp it all down, like when she'd tried to swallow an entire mochi that her Uncle Qrow had brought home from a trip to Mistral. And even when she did, Yang could still feel it creeping down her esophagus. It was slow-going. Uncomfortable.
"Sometime today, Yang. Someone needs to clean up the dining hall, you know."
Lavender eyes looked down at the still practically full mug. She grimaced.
"I don't think you want me to be the one to make you drink it, do we?"
Instead of answering, Yang lifted the mug and began drinking again.
It felt slow. Each gulp an eternity as Jaune's absurdly thick cum took an age to go down to her stomach. Still, she kept going, trying to focus through her building arousal and her light-headedness to slurp then swallow.
The smell also got worse, as though exposing the deeper layers of semen to open air caused them to release their fumes all at once, blasting her right in the nose for each millimeter deeper into the glass she got.
By the time she was halfway through, her knees had given way and she was on the floor. At this point, it felt like there was a pipe of molten lava going down into her rapidly filling stomach. Her whole body had warmed up, and the sweat she'd wiped off herself was now soaking through her clothes. Yang could see her vision blur with tears.
It was almost a full minute later that Yang hit the bottom. She'd been forced to practically up-end the glass into her mouth because of how sticky the contents were, and even then, she'd needed to tap on the mug's back to get it to slide down. She'd had a few close calls where it had almost missed her mouth, but she'd managed to catch the stray drops just in time.
She'd never felt so overstuffed before. Not even her biggest holiday dinners filled her up this way. Yang feld that if she laid down, she might puke. Gods, she still might if she did anything except sit very still and just breathe, and even that was hard.
Each exhale came with a waft of Jaune's cum. That smell was coming from her mouth. It was her breath.
Would she ever get it out? Would Jaune ever let her?
"Good girl."
Yang was too tired to cry.
~TtT~
It glowed gold in her hands, practically molten.
The vial was surprisingly small, maybe not much larger than Summer's thumb, and she could very easily palm it while letting it hang from the little bit of cord that circled its neck.
She cradled it with both hands, atop her lap, like it weighed more than her responsibilities when she'd been part of Ozma's war.
Jaune had given her this before she'd left the dining hall, once she'd finished preparing the cum-filled mug for her daughter. Summer hadn't known where he'd pulled it out from, but the light caught her eye immediately.
"Get some rest," he'd said, so she'd gone back up, cleaned herself, and laid down in her actual bed for what felt like the first time in forever.
Laying down, Summer pulled the little vial up to between her breasts, letting it rest between the mounds while a finger brushed up and down its crystal walls.
In a few days, they'd be heading to Vale. She'd be making the call to the house tonight to talk to Taiyang and Ruby, tell them what they're planning, and make sure they can make it there. It would be the first time Taiyang and Ruby would be meeting Jaune in person. Knowing Qrow, he might tag along, too. That was fine.
But after that, she'd be giving this little thing to Taiyang. A vial of magically-charged who-knew-what that Jaune had crafted. One that would complete her break with her husband, at least in everything that might have mattered.
It was odd. Summer thought it would have felt more momentous than that. Instead, she just felt tired, resigned.
Maybe it was because Jaune had already forced her to accept that it was coming earlier. Bit by bit, crack by crack, Jaune had broken her down and reshaped her into his creature. His Summer. It was the only way he'd have managed to get her onboard with what was being done to Yang.
The Summer Rose of three years ago - before Jaune Arc, before the Chateau - would have gutted herself before serving her eldest on a silver platter.
But she wasn't that woman anymore. She'd lost her career as a huntress when Tyrian Callows nearly killed her, and the injuries were as magical as they'd been physical. Teaching had still been on the table, and Ozma had given her the option to teach at Beacon, but she'd been approached by representatives of the Arc family for private tutoring.
She remembered how Taiyang's eyes had bulged at the sight of the offered starting salary. He'd jokingly asked her if they were accepting a second position.
As she turned to lay on her side and let the vial follow her hand so she could look at it from her pillow, Summer wondered what would have happened had she asked. Maybe she'd have been spared the casual cruelty of a lusty young man with more power and wealth than he knew what to do with at times. Maybe she'd still be the mother she had been so proud of being.
Or maybe Jaune would have just removed Taiyang from the equation sooner, more cruelly.
The vial was warm in her hand, pulsing with a power that she'd only ever seen wielded by the maidens and some of Salem's trusted. She still didn't know how the Arcs had come to wield such power, and despite how much time she'd spent in Jaune's service, she'd not yet been permitted to join him when he returned home - his real home.
Summer wondered if they, too, were monsters, to have created a creature like Jaune Arc that could take women from the kingdoms and mold them into sex pets, change their bodies to his liking, and make them reshape their lives for his convenience.
What was in store for her in this new life? Was there even a point in thinking about all of this when Jaune made all of the decisions for her?
If not, what was left? Obey and move forward? Just do whatever was commanded of her by a boy half her age with half as many scruples?
Summer didn't know, but she did notice that despite all the fucking they did, Jaune did take his training seriously, and he did go to her for advice on how to handle Yang.
Was that enough? Was she content with that?
Could she ask for more? Dare she?
Because if this was her life now, one tied to Jaune Arc, then there was only one direction left for her.
Forward.
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