Welcome back, guys! Hopefully everyone's been doing well. I'm sorry this has taken a while, time got away from me as well as other jobs and exams I'm currently studying for. I hope y'all understand. This chapter was one I've waited a while to write since it involves my favorite character, Pyrrha Nikos!
I haven't gotten any more reviews, positive or negative, so, by all means, tell me what you think!
In case it hasn't been obvious, I have a preference for gloves, stockings, and chokers. Personally, I just think they're sexy, especially on Team RWBY. On that note, let's see how our girls are all doing, starting with Yang Xiao Long…
Eden
Bumblebee roared through the streets until she parked across from Junior's club, her blonde rider getting off with a backpack slung on her left shoulder. Yang sighed. Okay…first shift. It'll take time, but I'll get the hang of it. She arrogantly thought. Besides, with a body like mine, I'll fit right in. As she approached the front doors, she noticed the building to the right of the club, a woman's silhouette in the fourth story window shade. Fear surged through Yang when she saw a man's silhouette come onto the shade and reach out to her neck. The woman's head lashed back as the man grabbed her neck, and Yang's jaw dropped. Crap! I have to save he-huh? She thought, until she noticed both the man and woman's hips moving back and forth. The woman let out moans and shallow breathing that raised with each thrust from her moaning partner. They were just having erotic-asphyxiation sex. Hmph. Well, good for them. Yang thought before looking over at the entrance of the building.
"Eden" shined in neon lights above the doors, a massive and packed parking lot west of it. It looked fancy, what with palm trees and griffin statues outside the glass doors.
"Hmph, I'll have to look into that place sometime." Yang said as she approached the doors, the bouncer opening it. Just as the door opened, Yang jumped back as Junior's twins rushed out the doors. Yang was stunned, needing a second to recognize them, but she couldn't recognize the short, middle-aged man they accompanied. All three of them appeared a little tipsy, laughing hysterically as they stumbled out the door.
"Girls, girls. Slow down. A man my age can barely keep up." The man said.
"Well, that won't do, will it Miltia?" The long-haired twin said to her sister.
"No, Melanie! Let's take him next door for some…R and R." Miltia purred.
The man blushed and giggled as the twins guided him, a hand under each elbow, down the steps and toward the hotel. They both looked hot, wearing their dresses, sleeves, and boots with garter belt. Their flower and feather hairpins reflecting the neon lights as they approached the glass doors and disappeared into the hotel.
Yang felt puzzled. "Why did he look familiar?"
"That's Mr. Valentine." The bouncer answered, catching Yang off guard and her heart racing upon hearing that name.
"Y-You mean…the Mr. Valentine? The Editor-in-Chief for Remnant's number one model magazine, 'Huntress Hottie'?!"
"That's him. He and Junior are friends. He comes in here once in a while to find women who meet his standards, and it looks like the Malachite twins are about to, uh…seal a deal with him."
Yang looked back at the hotel one last time. Standards, huh? She thought.
Ten minutes later, Yang's backpack sat by her vanity, her name written on top of the mirror. Yang stared at herself in the mirror as she applied the remainder of her make up, including her glitter lipstick. She wore the gloves, choker, teddy, bunny ears, stockings, and high heels as her shorts, boots, top, and gauntlets took their place in the backpack. Once she finished her eye shadow, she heard giggling behind her. Neo and a black girl with green hair were conversing (well, Neo used her phone to type while her friend spoke) while wearing their outfits. Neo had her black corset and thong with white thigh-high boots and gloves. A separate collar and tie sat comfortably on her neck as her hair was tied in a ponytail. Her friend, sitting down at the vanity with the name "Emerald" written above the mirror, wore green everything: high heels, pantyhose, corset teddy, and sleeveless cuffs. Once she finished reapplying her eye shadow, Emerald got up and Neo joined her to the curtains leading to the table area.
Wow, they're so pretty. Yang thought, even blushing a little. Yang continued looking around, all the other girls with picture perfect bodies, showing so much skin, chests and asses round and big. The sight alone sent her heart into a beating frenzy. She had to look down at the floor, hopefully getting her mind off all her sexy coworkers. Then, realizing she had a job, she looked up at the clock on the wall which read "8:02". Aaaaaand I'm late. She got up and rushed for the curtain.
Neon lights poured onto her, and stripper music muffed her ears. Older men crowded the high tables and booths as beautiful young women brought them their drinks. However, all their attention was diverted to the lone dancer on the main stage above the bar. Her thighs, clothed in white stockings, hugged the pole as she slowly climbed up and spun around. While the men all whistled and cat called at her, Yang just stared in awe at the curves of a perfect body descending to the ground. The dancer returned to the ground, sweat perspiring from her forehead and dripping from her red locks, and squatted down with her ass on her heels and the pole pressed gently against her pussy. She pressed her large breasts together with the pole in between before standing up and leaning her head down, her red ponytail falling over and showing the left side of her face and neck.
Yang immediately recognized her. P-Pyrrha?! She thought, her jaw dropping at the realization. Her friend walked away from the pole and crawled on all fours out onto a platform extending over the bar. She leaned back, her ass touching the ground with her palms face down supporting her. Yang's eyes widened as she saw her friend raise her left leg in the air. Every man in the entire building whistled and cheered at maximum volume, Pyrrha smiling so smugly and arrogantly. It was as though she had the entire club under her control, like puppies just begging for her to so much as to glance at any of them.
As the music stopped, Yang continued looking at her friend, how perfectly she fit into her red teddy, the white gloves and stockings, her choker and the familiar circlet on her head. Everything from her breasts to her waist to her ass and thighs just screamed "ten out of ten". If Aphrodite were alive, Yang swore she were looking at her right then and there. Is that…really her? Was she always so confident? Was she always that…hot?! She thought. Yang didn't react, but suddenly, her upper lip felt very warm.
"Hmph?" A certain faunus with black cat ears said to herself, looking at the curtain to the club's side and noticing the blonde waitress just standing there like an idiot. "Who's that? Why isn't she waiting tables?"
Blake angrily walked toward the girl, her heels loudly stabbing the ground with each step, until she was close enough to reach out to touch her.
"Excuse me!" Blake exclaimed, extending her arm and grabbing Yang's shoulder, turning her around. "What should you be-"
Both girls' eyes widened, hearts skipped beats, and jaws dropped. Blake was in awe upon recognizing her old teammate, until she noticed Yang's bleeding nose, an entire red line snaking down her right nostril. Yang didn't even realize she had a nosebleed, especially when she saw Blake and the other nostril suddenly started bleeding too. "Oh my Gods!" Blake yelped, scaring Yang. "Your nose, Yang, it's bleeding!"
Yang gasped, looking around for something to wipe her nose with while fighting the urge to use her hands or else she would stain her satin gloves. Instinctually, Blake grabbed Yang's wrist, Time stopping for the blonde girl, and pulled her back behind the curtain. The beautiful faunas pulled Yang to her vanity and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a box of tissues. One by one, she pulled out several and applied them to Yang's face. "Don't tilt your head back." She said, holding the tissues with Yang's hands as well. Her satin gloves touching that of Blake's latex gloves made her heart beat even harder. It took a few minutes and even more tissues, but eventually her nose stopped bleeding and she applied a new layer of makeup. As she sprayed her perfume, Blake got a whiff of fresh roses and looked down at her new coworker, blushing at the sight of her eyeshadow and eyeliner. "S-S-So…when did you start working here?"
"Tonight's my first shift." Yang answered.
"Okay. What made you apply here?"
It'll sound kinda creepy if I say it was because I wanted to reconnect with her. Yang thought. "I, uh, heard Mr. Valentine was here and-"
"And you wanted to be on the front cover of Huntress Hottie…?"
"…Yup! Read me like one of your ninja romance books." Yang joked, standing up.
Blake giggled at that too. "Yeah, same. Pretty much half the staff here are all huntresses, but this is good money on the side and it's the fastest way to get on the cover of the biggest model magazine in Remnant." But her smile died down as she saw the lights from the stage cut through the curtains and illuminate around Yang. Her makeup, as well, brought out a shine to her eyes and cheeks Blake hadn't seen since they last saw each other, so long ago. The dark-haired faunas blushed, memories flooding back to their days at Beacon. Yang noticed the pause in her eyes, how lost she appeared. Looks like I've got her attention. I've waited for this for just so long. Yang thought.
"Y'know, I don't mind if Mr. Valentine takes his time noticing me." Yang said, strutting slowly toward Blake. The young faunas's hands slowly shook, her breathing become shallow as she recognized Yang's perfume all too well. She looked around the room of vanities one last time, vacant of all the other girls, before looking back at Yang. The blonde beauty looked at her with sparkling, seductive eyes, hungry for a taste she'd been starving for what felt like a thousand years. Yang could practically hear Blake's heart beating, so she didn't bother keeping her waiting any longer.
Her hands slowly raised and lightly touched Blake's waist, her small hands fitting her partner's sides like puzzle pieces. "I missed you…a lot." Yang whispered, Blake's face blank and feeling as though she were in some kind of trance, unable to move or even think. The fly was caught in the spider's web. Yang shrank the gap between their faces, smirking so triumphantly while Blake simply closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.
Their lips softly touched, just a mere taste of each other's lips. It lasted a few seconds before Yang pulled back and each girls' eyes opened. Both were blushing, but Yang's lustful and confident demeanor morphed into one of innocence and pleasure. Blake's, meanwhile, turned into shock, as though a beautiful memory came center stage in her mind and she desperately wanted to relive it. She brought her arms up and wrapped them around Yang's neck, to which the other girl leaned forward, their massive breasts pressing together as they kissed harder and more passionately.
It was hard, however, kissing with four huge tits pressed together. For scale, Yang's breasts were so big, they could be likened to watermelons. Blake's, however, were only a little smaller, easily likened to that of cantaloupes. These two, however, had enough experience kissing to where they overcame this obstacle a long time ago.
Lips smacked and tongues touched, a duet of moans emitting from both girls. Blake leaned back, her bare-naked ass sitting on the edge of the vanity and raising her right leg to hug Yang's waist. The blonde dominator leaned forward until both of their crotches touched. As they continued making out, Yang's hand slid down to Blake's lower back while her right hand slid up and cupped the faunas's left breast.
Blake pulled her mouth from Yang's. "Mm-hmm!" She moaned loudly, blushing hard. She opened her eyes to see a confident and arrogant Yang.
"Still have the same weak spots, I see." Yang gloated, leaning in for another kiss. Their tongues wrestled, mostly in Blake's mouth, but something kept nudging her. As she tried figuring out what it was, Blake felt Yang's hand slowly go further down from her lower back to her ass crack, the middle finger already on the tail bone. More memories flooded back to both of them, passionate moments of love and sex that neither would ever forget nor regret. Deep down inside her, Blake wanted Yang to have her way with her right then and there, just tear her teddy off, bend her over, and eat her pussy out like a starving animal.
Wait! Blake realized. "Starving animals…Sun!" She thought, pulling away and pushing Yang off of her. "Yang! Stop!"
Her blonde lover obeyed, looking incredibly puzzled. "I-I'm sorry. Did I come off too strong?"
"No, no…well, for some people, maybe. But that's not it." Blake looked as though she were on the verge of tears. "Do you remember when we broke up? And why?"
Yang was putting the pieces together. "Yeah…you said you met someone else."
"I did, and…" Blake didn't finish. She knew it was easier to show her ex-girlfriend rather than tell her. She took Yang's hand and the two walked over to the curtain, opening it and pointing to a booth that a certain Monkey boy sat in. His face was buried in his phone, wondering where his girlfriend could be.
"It would have been wrong to cheat on you and I never would have forgiven myself, but…he's a faunas just like me, and…I was curious."
"Curious?"
"…I just wanted…to know what it felt like…"
To have sex with a man. Yang thought. "And you're still together?"
Blake blushed, walking over to her vanity, opening a drawer, and walking back with a tiny box. She opened it and Yang's eyes opened even wider. A ring with an expensive diamond sat within the cushion. "We're engaged, actually." She placed the box in her massive cleavage. "Yang, I don't regret the time we shared, and I sure as hell don't regret having you work here with me. I just want you to be happy, but with someone else. Okay?"
It took Yang a few seconds of looking at the ground and rubbing her left elbow with her right hand before she could respond. "Okay…"
Blake leaned for a hug. "I hope Mr. Valentine notices you." She let go, smiled big, and walked back through the curtain. Yang smiled back until Blake was gone and her smile died down to pure depression.
The clock ticked to two o'clock. All the men were paying their tabs and leaving while all the waitresses cleaned their tables. A certain redhead gathered a tray full of martini glasses and walked toward the kitchen. She walked past Neo and Torchwick, walking out hand-in-hand, then Emerald and her silver-haired boyfriend, also hand-in-hand, and even Blake and Sun, who had his hands wrapped around Blake's lower back and his hand on her hip. Pyrrha couldn't help but blush. Must be nice…having someone to go home with. She thought. After she dropped the tray off at the kitchen, she noticed a blonde woman sitting at the bar by herself. She instantly recognized her, heart beating in surprise and delight.
I can't believe I sucked Junior's dick for nothing. Yang thought. Maybe I should just quit. I can still just stick to killing Grimm. She slumped down, her head on her forearm, tears welling up upon feeling absolutely defeated and embarrassed.
"Here you go, rookie." The bartender said, dropping off a shot. As she reached to grab the glass, a familiar voice spoke and grabbed her attention.
"Can you make it two?" Pyrrha said, sitting on the stool next to Yang. Her blonde coworker looked at her and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She swore her heart nearly stopped beating, seeing her old friend, who's beauty somehow improved with age, sitting down next to her.
"H-hey…" Yang said.
"Hi!" Pyrrha exclaimed with a charismatic smile. "I thought that was you, how have you be-" She stopped midway realizing some of Yang's eyes looking irritated. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and all Pyrrha could see through those pools of lilac was distress. "Is something wrong?"
"N-no! I just…kinda…have a lot on my mind." Yang answered, rubbing her eyes with her ungloved hand. Some of her mascara came off, visible on her forearm.
"I'm right here if you want to talk about it."
Yang exhaled and tried thinking it through. It would be a lot to just dump on her, especially since we hadn't seen each other in a while…then again, if this is the same pure hearted Pyrrha Nikos from Beacon, she'd be the perfect person to vent to. Yang looked up at the VIP room, still under renovation and closed off to the public. She turned around, grabbed her shot glass and Pyrrha's hand, and walked across the dance floor. "Let's go somewhere a little more…private, okay?"
Pyrrha sighed and nodded her head. At first, she thought nothing of it, just a friend holding her hand out of comfort. They reached the tape blocking off the stairs, stepped under it and ascended the stairs.
Why is she taking me up here? I hope we don't get in trouble. I'm so close to Mr. Valentine noticing me. Pyrrha thought. Her inner monologue came to a halt when she looked up from the ascending steps and realized the close-up view of Yang's ass. She became distracted, watching each ass cheek bounce up and down with each step. Blood rushed to her face, her heart beating loud enough to echo off every wall in the club as she realized she was still holding Yang's hand.
They finally reached the top. The VIP area had curtains reaching from the floor to the ceiling, giving the two friends total security and privacy. The black leather couch with the glass table in front was still there, dusty from a week of no use. They both sat their perfect asses down on the leather. "Okay." Yang began. "Let me start from the beginning."
Ten minutes later, Yang was wiping her face with tissues from the table. Black mascara gave the tissue a dalmatian pattern as the young blonde finished her story, Pyrrha so wide-eyed and devastated by her friend's story.
"That's horrible. He never made me give him a blowjob." Pyrrha said.
"I know…that's because I offered it to him." Yang replied, Pyrrha even more dumbfounded. "I wanted to rekindle with Blake once I heard she worked here, but I didn't count on her tying the knot with someone."
"Yeah. Almost every girl who works here is taken, and they invite their boyfriends some nights so they can go straight to the love hotel next door after work."
Yang gasped. "'Love hotel'?"
"Yeah! It's only like forty feet between our front door and Eden's. From what I've heard, Mr. Valentine is a frequent customer there every time he stops by here to pick up one of our girls."
"Hmph. That's how he chooses his models, I guess."
"Yeah, but you don't have to worry about that. You're so beautiful, Yang!"
Yang looked at her in astonishment, Pyrrha looking stunned by her friend's reaction. It was incredible, how Yang's looks were so flawless that, even with mascara smears by her eyes, her features were so undeniably perfect. Her lilac eyes, flawless skin, and radiant blonde hair. Pyrrha looked away, hoping Yang wouldn't notice her blushing again. Be still, my beating heart! She thought. "I mean…" Pyrrha continued. "You're a-a total knockout. Even without making it into Huntress Hottie, you could do your own modeling on the side. Plus, I'm sure men would line up for you."
That last comment got to Yang, her spirit taking a hit and so she looked down at the ground in defeat.
"OH! I-I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong?" Pyrrha asked in a panic.
"No, no, you're fine. It's just…I'm-" Yang's voice became shaky, and the tears started to well up again. "Gods, why is it always so hard to just say it!" She muttered under her breath. In a huff, Yang got up and walked toward one of the curtains to open them. Pink and orange lights poured, landing on her face and outlining her hair and cheeks. Pyrrha, like always, was in a state of shock, as though she were in the presence of a goddess. Seeing Yang, in distress, Pyrrha got up and placed her hand on her friend's back.
"If something's wrong, you can tell me! I'm here for you." She said with a smile.
Yang felt the same way with Pyrrha, looking up at the Greek goddess who stood just an inch taller than her. Her heart beat as, for the first time all night, she had someone by her side. Still, she had no confidence to speak her mind, unaware of how her dear friend would react. Yang looked past her and saw the two shot glasses on the table. She walked over to grab one only for Pyrrha to grab the other.
"Like I said, I'm here for you." Pyrrha said with a pure heart. Yang's breathing became shallow, realizing how blessed she was in this moment to have Pyrrha by her side. Both girls tapped their glasses on the table and gulped their whiskey down. Pyrrha coughed harshly while Yang just laughed at her friend's expense.
"This your first time?" Yang giggled.
"No…just never got used to shots is all." Pyrrha giggled back.
"Guess you could say you're the 'Lightweight champion' of the world!" Yang joked.
Both were laughing hysterically, the alcohol making the pun funnier than it actually was. Pyrrha had her arms around her waist while Yang leaned back into the leather. The blonde girl stopped first, finally noticing how cute Pyrrha's laugh was, making her blush again. She's pure gold. I'm not worthy to be in her presence. Yang thought.
Pyrrha finally calmed down and had the strength to speak. "Anyway, what did you want to tell me?"
Yang's smile died again. Did the shot give her enough liquid courage, or would she need a gallon of it? Pyrrha, showing off her liquid courage, placed her hand on Yang's back, causing the blonde to shiver and any hair on her body to stand on end. She couldn't take her eyes off the red-haired angel next to her. Now it was she who felt like the fly caught in the spider's web. With one gulp, she tried to speak.
"Pyrrha, I'm…I'm…Gods, why is this so hard?" She was nearly in tears, but flung her head up, took a deep breath, and looked Pyrrha dead in the eyes. Her gloved hands curled into fists and planted into her lap.
"Pyrrha…I'm gay." Pyrrha gasped in shock, taken completely by surprise. "OH! Oh, that feels so good!" Yang said, throwing herself back against the leather, her massive breasts bouncing from the inertia and catching Pyrrha's attention. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I dragged that out, Pyrrha. It's just…you're the only person, outside of my family and team, that I've told."
"…so when you mention Blake, I'm guessing…" Pyrrha implied.
"Yeah, she was my girlfriend…as well as my first time."
"No, I totally get it. Actually, I'm proud of you. To have the guts to just…come out like that! I can't help but feel a little jealous."
"Jealous"? Yang thought. "What do you mean?" As soon as she said that, the alcohol's courage was starting to hit Yang like a wall. She skipped dinner, meaning she hadn't eaten anything in fourteen hours. Before Pyrrha could even answer, Yang's instincts took control of her.
"I mean…everyone knows I had a crush on Jaune, how I wished I had the courage to tell him how I felt. But…that doesn't mean I was never curious."
Yang gasped so audibly, her eyes stuck on Pyrrha's glowing green eyes until she noticed the white choker on her beautiful neck. Then her eyes continued going down to her chest. If Yang's breasts were likened to watermelons and Blake's to cantaloupes, then Pyrrha's were somewhere in between. Definitely coconuts.
"I suppose I just sound silly…Yang?" Pyrrha said, finally noticing the blonde's eyes trailing her body. Lilac eyes scanned everything, from Pyrrha's breasts to her hourglass figure and flat belly, and finally to her perfect ass and legs. The lingerie was the sexy cherry on top. No bloody nose this time, as Yang finally gained all her courage from her shot.
Both girls looked at each other, the blonde with hungry eyes and the redhead with fear and curiosity in hers. Yang licked her lips and slowly leaned towards Pyrrha's face. The Greek goddess sat paralyzed, just like Blake, unable to dodge the glittery pink lips of the blonde goddess approaching her. Once Yang closed the gap to just a few centimeters, Pyrrha simply accepted defeat, closed her eyes, and waited for the inevitable.
Their lips met so softly, Pyrrha tasting the sweetness of pink lemonade and Yang enjoying the sensation of cherry. They held their kiss for what felt like forever until Yang pulled away and opened her eyes as she sat down. Pyrrha looked as though she saw a ghost, eyes wide open and trying to process what just happened,
"H-How was that?" Yang asked.
Pyrrha looked down at her knees, shaking uncontrollably. She couldn't put it into words, but it just felt…right. It felt natural, locking lips with Yang. "G-good." Pyrrha answered. "But…I don't think I did it right. Maybe you could try again?"
Yang smiled and, quick as a flash, leaned in again. This next kiss was quicker, only a few seconds before Yang pulled back again. Without saying a word, Pyrrha leaned in for the third kiss, to which Yang reached her right hand to Pyrrha's cheek. They kissed more and more, Yang's hands sliding down to Pyrrha's waist and the fabulous redhead resting her forearms on Yang's shoulders. The two girls embraced, one kiss after another while their bodies inched closer and closer until their enormous breasts pressed against each other. Turned on by the pressure, Yang pulled her left leg under her and began to slowly push Pyrrha backwards until they both landed on the side of the couch. Yang positioned herself in between Pyrrha's legs and ran her fingers up the redhead's thighs. Pyrrha, meanwhile, slid one hand to the back of Yang's head while the other landed on her shoulder. Their kisses upgraded to tonguing, saliva exchanging in both their mouths, when Yang reached her right hand up Pyrrha's waist and, out of pure instinctual habit, groped Pyrrha's left breast. The Goddess moaned at the sudden invasion of her coconut tit, but she didn't fight it. The sudden massaging of one of her twin peaks was so new to her, so intimidating, and just so hot. Nothing could ruin this moment.
"Hey, Blondie! Pyrrha! Where are you?" Junior shouted, snapping the girls out of their private moment. He noticed neither of them had clocked out. "Are y'all here?! We're closing!" Quick as a flash, both girls, holding hands on the way downstairs, came up to Junior to sign the schedule. "Why were you two up there?" He asked.
"Just had to have a discussion in private. That okay, Junior?" Yang asked, her cheeks still blushing.
"Don't have an attitude with m- wait, are you drunk?" Yang just shrugged.
"Uh, don't worry!" Pyrrha interrupted, raising her and Yang's interlocked hands. "I'll be her designated driver!" She smiled back at the blonde, whom mirrored her smile in return.
"Alright, but no more drinking on shift or at closing time. Don't need anyone getting hurt."
The two walked toward the side curtain to get their stuff. Yang slung her backpack, as did Pyrrha, whom was heading toward the bathroom to change when Yang suddenly grabbed her hand. "So…about that hotel next door…" Yang alluded, Pyrrha's eyes growing in surprise.
Five minutes later, they walked through the double doors of Eden. To Pyrrha, it felt awkward walking in there in their work uniforms, but Yang walked naturally as though she always wore lingerie and a corset teddy.
A plastic sculpture sat atop a water fountain. It was made to look like an ice sculpture, a naked man and woman holding hands while standing in a field of roses. In their other hands, each held an apple to the other's mouth. Pyrrha just stared at the erotic statue as Yang checked them in, only snapping out of her funk when the blonde returned with the key card. With hands interlaced and held firm, Yang guided the shy redhead to the elevator. Once up to their floor, they walked the hallways until they reached their room. Pyrrha's heart beat like a drum, unaware of what awaited on the other side of that door. Yang turned the knob and, much to Pyrrha's shock, it looked fabulous. A red and brown leather couch by the window, a large flat screen TV, and a large queen size bed. A menu was on the nightstand with all kinds of food and on the back was a list of sex toys they could order at any time.
"This is nice. How much did this cost?" Pyrrha asked.
"Don't worry about it. Junior's is just a side hustle. I'm still doing huntress missions with Ruby. Hell, earlier today, she and I saved a whole village from Grimm, got paid 100,000 Lien and split it between us."
"Does she know you work at Junior's?"
"Yeah. As of a matter of fact…she's been asking if I could help her get a job there."
"Really? Wow!"
Yang reached for both of Pyrrha's curved sides again. "But, enough about her. Let's get down to some real kissing." Both girls chuckled as Pyrrha sat on the edge of the bed and Yang kissed her, holding cheeks in both hands. They laid down, Yang on top and in between her lover's legs, allowing their crotches to touch. Each sloppy kiss was like a drug, the taste of one another's lipstick just so sweet and intoxicating. I guess I have a thing for blondes. Pyrrha thought. Just as she thought that, Yang reached for her left boob again, planting her palm on it and squeezing in hopes of feeling Pyrrha's heartbeat. The redhead blushed, scared but intrigued by what her lover would do next. Immediately after, Yang curled her gloved fingers into the hem of Pyrrha's teddy and tried to pull it down. Suddenly panicked, Pyrrha's eyes opened and she grabbed Yang's hand.
"Wh-what's wrong?" Yang asked, shocked and concerned. Did she go too far or too fast?
"I-I just…never been with…someone like you. That's all. I-I guess I'm just nervous. I just…" Pyrrha responded, about to trail off.
Yang just smirked, stood up, and pulled her teddy down to her ankles, exposing her completely naked body in front of the absolutely shocked goddess now sitting up. Now it's your turn for a nose bleed. Yang thought, reaching for Pyrrha's hand, grabbing it, and placing it on her own left tit. "It's okay to be nervous." She said, sitting down beside Pyrrha. The redhead blushed so hard, actually groping someone else and feeling their heartbeat, albeit with white gloves on. "If you trust me, I'll make it an experience you'll never forget." She whispered into Pyrrha's ear. Their eyes met one last time before they both leaned in to kiss, now with Pyrrha's hand still on Yang's breast while the other hand rested on her hip. They broke their kiss and crawled to the pillows to lay beside each other. Their lips met again, slowly wrestling tongues as Yang glided her hand along Pyrrha's waist and grabbed her ass. The shy redhead made no more movements outside of holding onto Yang's heart and the other hand holding her cheek while they made out.
Yang ran her fingers back up to Pyrrha's breasts, grabbed the hem of her teddy, and began to pull it down again. This time, the blushing redhead tried to freeze herself, allowing Yang to see her bare-naked chest. However, that's not where she planned on stopping. Yang sat up and pulled the teddy off Pyrrha completely, the redhead instinctually putting her hands over both her nipples and her pussy. She folded her legs and turned over, embarrassed. Yang smiled at how cute she looked and began to remove her own teddy. Pyrrha's eyes widened as much as they could, amazed at the two gargantuan melons sitting on Yang's chest, followed by the smooth and flat belly between the hourglass waist. She almost had her own nose bleed as Yang flung her teddy to the other side of the room and spread her knees far apart, exposing her glistening, pink pussy to the world. She leaned forward to grab both of Pyrrha's wrists and brought her palms to grab the buxom blonde's breasts.
Pyrrha gasped, holding onto what felt like warm, fleshy beach balls. She was amazed by how perfectly round and static they were, not sagging even a bit. Yang could feel the nervous girl's vibrating hands and couldn't help but blush and smile. "It's okay to be nervous." She said, grabbing Pyrrha's attention. "Especially when it's new sexual ground. You're first time with another girl can be…worrisome. But don't worry." She placed her own hands on top of Pyrrha's. "I'll guide every step of the way." Yang leaned forward and locked lips with her lover, whom closed her eyes in pure relief. She trusted Yang completely.
The beautiful blonde laid between the ravishing redhead's legs, now both of their pussies kissing as they made out. Pyrrha reached up to wrap her arms around Yang's head while she ran her gloved hands down the Greek Goddess's sides and back. Lips smacked and tongues touched, one girl pulling on the other's bottom lip once in a while.
Finally, Yang pulled her head up and went to kiss Pyrrha's chin, then her neck, her collarbone, and now her cleavage. The blonde ran her tongue up and down the narrow skin path before bringing her taste buds up the side of the ripe and round mountain to Pyrrha's left nipple. Her tongue licked in soft circles around the tip before sealing her lips on the entire small point. As large as her breasts were, Pyrrha's nipples must have been an inch, an inch-and-a-half at most, in diameter. While Yang enjoyed spit shining this one titty, she groped the other one, squishing it in her other hand and waving her hand over it like a crystal ball.
"MMmmm." Pyrrha moaned at the warm and moist pressure from her lover's tongue. It turned her on, how vulnerable she was. For once, someone seemed to have the upper hand over her, and she wouldn't dare interrupt it. Yang made her way further down her lover's belly, leaving behind a trail of spit as she slowly dragged her tongue the whole way. She took a break, however, at Pyrrha's belly button, diving her tongue into the small hole and resulting in a giggle from the button's owner. The redhead arched her back, her coconut breasts blocking her view, as Yang smiled and continued her journey down to Pyrrha's hip line. The Goddess ceased laughing, even closing her eyes tightly shut, as she felt the brave blonde arrive at her most private area.
Yang lifted up Pyrrha's legs and pulled them apart, the redhead's glistening and unsoiled pussy on full display. It made the blonde salivate, a taste she'd missed more than anything in her life. She positioned her lover's legs on shoulders and reached to grab her waist. The buxom blonde looked up one last time, making eye contact with Pyrrha, before winking and diving her mouth forward.
"AAAAHHHH!" Pyrrha gasped, the pleasure taking her completely off guard. She arched her back harder than ever before, her eyes and mouth went wide open, and her mind just went blank. The bedsheets folded into her fists as Yang's tongue entered her, swirling around inside her to collect every drop of love nectar. For Yang, it was like returning home after spending so many years away, just this familiar sensation she'd desired after being denied for so long. In the passion of the moment, she swayed her face left and right as she clamped her whole mouth down on the pussy. Oh, Gods! How long had it been since I'd done this? She thought. I never thought I'd say this, but I may have found someone who tastes better than Blake!
She dove her tongue further inside, trying to touch every nerve she possibly could. "OH! AH! AAHHH! AAAAHHHHHHH!" Pyrrha sounded like she was getting stabbed, moaning so loud in pleasure and groping herself. Her right hand left to run its fingers through Yang's hair. The blonde, in response, reached up to grab the breast that her lover had abandoned. Both girls were in Heaven, giving and receiving pleasure that no words could describe.
Pyrrha bucked her hips, squeezing her soft thighs against Yang's cheeks. The blonde didn't relent, however, only encouraged to keep going. For the first time in so long, she was pleasing someone who deeply cared about her as much as she did in return. In their Beacon days, Pyrrha always turned heads the second she entered a room, she just never knew Yang would be the one to make the first move. Now here they were, Yang diving so far and swirling her tongue inside Pyrrha while the redhead absorbed all the pleasure. She could feel it, her core becoming so hot and ready to burst. "OH GODS! YANG!" Pyrrha shouted from the constant assault.
Before she could orgasm, a dirty thought came center stage in Pyrrha's mind. She reached for Yang's head and pulled her up. At first confused, Yang saw the redhead lean towards her and, like instinct, puckered her lips for the inevitable kiss. Pyrrha locked lips, pouring her own tongue into Yang's mouth to taste her own juices. Both girls blushed and wrapped their arms around each other as they sat up. With one final kiss, Pyrrha pulled back and looked her lover in the eye. "My turn." She whispered, Yang's jaw dropping in response.
Giddy as a puppy, Yang laid down with her head against the pillows as Pyrrha laid on top of her, their lips smacking and tongues dueling. Pyrrha only earned the title of "The Invincible Girl" from being such a great student to her mentors, and tonight was no different. Yang's pattern of pussy eating replayed constantly in her head, learning every stroke and dive while enjoying the moment. She mimicked her teacher and trailed kisses until her lips reached the massive mountains sitting on Yang's chest. Like before, she started off with the cleavage, her tongue gently wetting the skin and then sliding up her left breast until her mouth found the nipple. Just like Yang, Pyrrha enclosed her whole mouth on it, sucking while swirling her own tongue all around it. The blonde was in shock, almost thinking this was all a dream. Did she really strike out with Blake only to end up with Pyrrha? Was the sexiest student in the history of Beacon truly on top of her right now? The answer came in pain as Yang arched her back at the sensation of Pyrrha biting on her nipple and pulling it. The Goddess always had a dirty mind, partially the reason she was always an introvert. If sex was art, Yang was about to be her canvas as she smiled at the sight of the blonde in intoxicating pleasure. Pyrrha pushed her fingers down on Yang's belly before continuing her kiss trail, also digging her tongue into Yang's belly button. "MMMMmmmm…Pyrrha!" The blonde lover moaned.
Finally, the redhead looked down between her lover's legs, a beautiful, clean-shaven, glistening pussy hung within a perfect thigh gap. Her thighs, as well, allured Pyrrha as she just wanted to sink her teeth and tongue onto every fiber of her lover's legs. Starting from the knee, Pyrrha licked Yang's inner thigh, the blonde's heart beating so hard, she nearly mistook it for an earthquake. Yes! Pyrrha! Yes, please! It's been too long! Yang thought, her prayers soon answered. Pyrrha guided her tongue further down Yang's inner thigh, the smooth skin so alluring, until finally she placed a kiss on the blonde's thigh joint. Yang prepared herself mentally before the feeling of Pyrrha placing her tongue at the bottom of Yang's entrance and slowly pulling it up, the moist taste just so intoxicating. "OHHHHH!" Yang moaned.
Sounds like I got her right where I want her. Pyrrha said, satisfied with the result. She pushed her tongue slowly into Yang, her partner gripping the sheets with all her strength, as she clamped her mouth onto the delicious pussy lips. Her eyes closed shut as she dug deeper into Yang's core, her first time tasting another woman. Yang, in response, arched her back and opened her mouth wide open. Adding to the pleasure was Pyrrha placing her left hand on Yang's belly button and her right hand reaching up to grab one of the blonde's watermelons. She pressed her palms against each body part, squeezing the enormous tit while pressing on the smooth stomach of her sexy lover. Once satisfied, Pyrrha removed her left hand only to place it on Yang's thigh, gliding it up and down the perfectly shaped limb. Yang responded by squeezing Pyrrha's head gently with both thighs. The redhead enjoyed the pressure as much as Yang's core.
"MMMM-AAAHHH!" Yang bellowed, twisting and turning her head as though she were in an exorcism. Both girls were in paradise, exploring territories neither had ever encountered. Pyrrha never knew what talent she had with her tongue. No matter how far she reached with it, there was no end to Yang core, just delicious flesh the rewarded her with its juices. As the blonde became more wet, Pyrrha began sucking on the pink entrance, eliciting a long moan from Yang. "OOOOOoooo! Oh Pyrhha! Fuck! That feels so good!" She cried out.
Suddenly, a dirty thought came to her mind just before orgasming, just like her partner. Yang pulled her torso forward to grab Pyrrha's face. She pulled her in for a kiss and so Pyrrha got up on her knees. Both girls could taste their own juices through their lover's mouth, their tongues sword fighting with each sloppy and loud kiss. Sweat beaded on both of their foreheads as each girl breathed heavily and simultaneously opened their eyes. Yang stared Pyrrha dead on.
"Sit down. I know just how to finish this." Yang said, so seductively. Pyrrha smirked and sat on her perfect ass, her legs open. Yang sat down the same way and moved forward, moving her left leg under Pyrrha's right and then her right over Pyrrha's left.
"Promise to go easy on me?" Pyrrha asked, seductively.
"Come on, 'Invincible Girl'. Where's your sense of adventure?" Yang replied, equally seductively.
Both girls laughed at their banter as Yang closed the gap and made both of the pussies kiss. Slowly, they gyrated their hips, rubbing pink lips together and sparking pleasure. Pyrrha opened mouth wide as Yang bit her lip with a smirk. What Pyrrha found as an incredible new feeling, Yang found to be a drug she'd been clean from for too long. Love nectar mixed as each girl thrusted against the other, even putting force on one another nearly knocking the other backwards. Pyrrha snapped her head back, mouth still gaping open, as her breathing became louder and shallower. Yang was entranced by such a sight until her eyes looked down and she saw he two spherical breasts gently bouncing up and down with each heaving breath. Beads of sweat slipped down her cleavage, shining off the dimly lit bulb above their bed. Filled with so much passion and adrenaline, she couldn't help herself but to reach out to grab Pyrrha's heart.
Pyrrha snapped her head down, observing the black gloved hand groping her left breast. Yang sank her fingertips and squeezed with all her might, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout the redhead's body. She looked up and reached out to grab her lover's left breast too, her hand hardly able to fully grasp the beach ball on Yang's chest. She couldn't deny, however, how much she loved the warm and soft flesh in her hand, the soft beating of Yang's heart underneath.
They both continued gyrating, fluid mixing and flesh rubbing as each girl held her lover's breast for dear life. Sparks turned into flames as both of their cores were hot with passion. Their duet of shallow breathing and moans became louder. Yang, in the meantime, couldn't help but think of Blake once in a while. You know what? She thought. You can have Sun, Pussy Cat. I have someone so much fucking hotter now. And the best part: she's loyal as hell!
Yang picked up her pace, scissoring even harder and sending Pyrrha's mind into a frenzy. "AHHHHHH! YAAAANG!" Pyrrha screamed. Pyrrha's eyes widened at the sight of Yang's eyes, suddenly turning red from all the excitement.
"Yeah! Yeah, you like that?!" Yang exclaimed, staring Pyrrha dead in the eyes. Her lover simply stared back in disbelief before returning to the moment. Pyrrha tried mimicking her lover, picking her ass off the bed and humping just as hard. Their fiery cores were quickly heating up, ready to explode like atomic bombs. Neither girl showed any signs of letting up as they both felt the most exciting climax on its way. They panted, moaned, sweated, squeezed each other's tits with full force, and dropped their jaws as time ran out.
"AH SHIT! YANG!" Pyrrha cried.
"PYRRHA!" Yang bellowed.
"AAAHHHHH!" The two lovers screeched.
Passion. Excitement. Pleasure…Love!
Pyrrha accidentally activated her semblance, sending out a magnetic shockwave that rocked the whole building, lights flickering on and off while car alarms rang out through the streets. Yang, as well, allowed her semblance to run free as her hair caught fire and lit up the entire room. Their breathing, still shallow, echoed about the room. Both girls opened their eyes, locking and holding for several seconds before looking down. Pyrrha noticed the mess between them, a fuck puddle staining the center of the bed. Yang, meanwhile, looked down at her breast, still held tightly by the white glove hiding her lover's hand. Once more, they looked up to lock eyes as their breathing calmed and moans halted. As always, they both thought of the same thing and acted on it.
They sat up right, their massive breasts pressed together, and embraced in a tight hug. They kissed so passionately, their tongues swirling as they moaned in pleasure. They kissed and kissed and kissed until only one of them got tired. Pyrrha pushed her forehead against Yang's.
"That was…that was…just…the most…incredible…" Pyrrha tried saying, only to be interrupted by a smiling Yang.
"Talk about 'Going out with a Yang'!" The blonde punned.
Pyrrha chuckled before kissing Yang once more and laying her chin on Yang's shoulder.
Now's the best time. Yang thought. "So…how'd you enjoy your first time?" She asked.
Pyrrha's eyes shot open, blushing hard. "I, eh, uh…well, my…first time with another girl was…"
"Pyrrha…you're not fooling me." Yang said, smugly with a smirk.
The redhead pulled her head off Yang's shoulder to look her in the eye. "…It was perfect." She said, softly. "How did you know?"
"As someone with plenty of experience…I know a rookie when I see one at work. You were sporadic, nervous, hiding yourself despite growing up with gym class like the rest of us."
Pyrrha continued looking defeated, falling back, freeing her pussy from Yang's, and landing her head on the left pillow. "But 'how did I do' is the golden question."
Yang simply blushed, laying down next to her lover, spooning as she wrapped her right arm around Pyrrha's torso. "You were amazing for a first timer." Yang replied, seductively. "Y'know, we do have this room for the night…"
Pyrrha blushed and even slightly smiled. "I'm not even tired."
She moved her hand down Pyrrha's hip, sliding over the garter belt, and rubbing her inner thigh. "So I guess…I'll just keep you up all night…" She whispered into her lover's ear.
Pyrrha giggled, turned her head, and kissed Yang, her hand reaching to the back of the blonde's head.