Jaune feels like he hasn't been paying Summer enough attention as of late. Besides, he's got those new piercings for her he wants to play around with.
And he also finally comes to an important decision.
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Chapter 16
Yang's nerves were on end.
They shouldn't have been. It was just snacks. Something she and her mom had brought to Jaune many times in the almost two months she'd been part of the chateau's household. Both of them went down to the kitchens to pick up the tray that had been left for them by the staff.
A pot of hot tea, a bucket of ice, a few slices of cake, and several cups all prepared for Jaune to enjoy after an afternoon of seeing to his family's businesses in the City of Vale. The same as they'd done every weekday since she'd started working here, even before he'd started⦠fucking her.
But they'd never taken this long before.
Jaune's apartments were on the upper-central floors of the chateau while the main kitchen was in the ground floor of the south wing. Not on the opposite end of the property, certainly, but still no small distance. Even with elevators, it took Yang maybe ten minutes to get from Jaune's study to the kitchen and back. It was why most days, Yang and Summer just prepared everything in the little kitchenette they had in their part of the chateau.
Not today. They'd run out of cakes and so had to get the full set. Summer had the tray while Yang carried the box containing the rest of the cakes. Still, this wasn't too odd. They'd had to do this a few times already before, after all.
"You two took your time."
Jaune said, ultramarine eyes looking at them from over a sheaf of papers in his hands. The smirk on his face was plain to see.
If only it hadn't taken them the better part of an hour to go down and get back.
Her mom shook, shuddered. Yang had lost count of how many times she'd had to steady the older servant so the tray wouldn't fall. She'd offered to take the tray, but Jaune had specifically asked that her mother be the one to bring it up.
"A⦠Ahhh⦠apologies, ma⦠maaaaah⦠master Jaune," Her mother got out as she stumbled through the threshold and into the master's study. Yang was maybe half a step behind the older woman, and had to fight every urge to just brace her mother against herself to make sure she didn't collapse.
She'd almost done so when she saw her mother's knees shake, and heard the barely-concealed whimper. But the gaze of her master kept Yang in place. Pinned her to the floor and her hands to the box of cake as her mother barely - just barely - managed to set the tray on Jaune's desk before stumbling to her knees in a shaky, panting mess.
Yang immediately got to work, setting aside the box and putting several cubes of ice into the glass. The tea followed shortly after with the faint clinking and cracking of the ice as the heat of the tea started to melt it.
At three-quarters full, Yang stopped, froze. Her eyes glanced from the glass to the rest of the tray and noticed something very important.
They'd not been given any milk.
"You know what to do, Yang." Jaune said without looking up from his work.
For the first time since they'd gone down, Yang looked at her mother. Really looked at her.
Mom's pale skin had a sheen of sweat that had left her white blouse soaked through and her skin reflecting the afternoon light. Her very stiff nipples poked through the thin cloth, the faint pink flush of them drawing Yang's gaze.
She could see the piercings. The needles had been bent upon themselves until they'd turned into rings. Jaune hadn't let mom take them off since they'd been attached to her yesterday.
Yang felt her mom gasp as she started unbuttoning the woman's top, Summer's body almost flinching away before cloudy, silver eyes met lavender. Summer then braced herself, biting down on her lip and starting at Yang in a way that made something in the younger woman's stomach flutter.
"Hngaah!"
Summer flinched, pulling away and nearly toppling Yang over with how suddenly she'd done it. On instinct, Yang had grabbed hold of her mother's lapels and held tight until the older woman stopped struggling. This eventually ended with Summer pulling back just enough for her nipples to not be brushing against the cloth of her blouse while Yang undressed her. Something Yang hadn't missed.
Once her mother was undressed, Yang brought down the cup and bent her mother down.
The older woman panted, breath coming in hot and heavy as Yang absently ran a hand over her mother's frankly gigantic tits. And without the blouse to hide them from view, Yang could see just how stiff the piercings had left her mother's nipples. And they were practically leaking.
So very hot. They were like furnaces in her hands. If she hadn't gotten so used to her semblance or just how hot Jaune could get during fucking, she knew she'd have recoiled from the sheer heat. Yang could almost see steam coming off her mother.
Engrossed at the tits before her, she tried to lift them - feel the heft of them. The palm of her hand sunk in as the titflesh seemed to mold around it. If Yang had pushed harder, she knew that her fingers would sink into it without much fight. Absently, she found her hand going to her own tits and comparing the feel of them. She was younger than her mom, after all, and not as big.
Yang wondered if she'd be as big at Summer's age, or if Jaune had changed her enough that she'd be bigger. Was that something she wanted?
She felt the damp spot between her thighs grow wetter and wondered if that was Jaune's doing, or if she was always this perverted. Was there a way for her to ever tell the difference?
Again, her mother flinched when she wrapped her fingers around the nipple.
"Hngggggg!"
Milk spurted out with the keening cry, jetting into the cup of Jaune's tea. All the while Summer held herself and fought the shakes of an approaching orgasm.
~TtT~
"How do you feel, Summer?"
Summer felt her mouth hang open, cloudy, silver eyes blinked slowly as she took in the sight of her master. He was the one thing that seemed to be clear in her world, ultramarine eyes the center of her universe.
"Haaaβ¦" A shudder ran up her spine while warmth continued to pool in her belly. "Iβ¦ It tingles, master Jaune." Shaking fingers dragged against the cloth of her skirt, somehow still feeling like it was touching a second skin. "All of meβ¦ Hmmmphβ¦ Butβ¦ B-butβ¦"
Her milk leaked out, whatever was left from the milking they'd done for master's drink. It was molten-hot to her, beads of starfire at the tips of her pierced nipples and it made her-
"Hnggggggggggggg!" Thighs crushed together as all of her shook, droplets thrown outwards as the fire spread to all of her tits, to her back, to her pussy and her brain. Her eyes clenched shut and her naked pussy wept.
It was a brief cumming, but her nipples still felt fire-touched. Panting, she continued, "My⦠M-my nipples. They're⦠always erect now⦠Ahhhhh⦠Sensitive."
She heard her master chuckle. "I can see that. Tell me more."
"My⦠my clit." Clammy palms brushed against her skirt. Her stiff clit shaking with the featherlight weight of the silver ring piercing it as her hips thrust up just a bit. "It's⦠the same⦠Hmmmmm⦠Everything's so⦠so Hazy now. Like⦠like a fog."
Again she tried to blink away the blur, to see her master seated before her. All she could see clearly were the ultramarine eyes looking down on her with something akin to pleasure. Everything else was⦠vague. The only thing Summer could be sure of was the bright yellow smudge in between where her master's legs should have been was doubtlessly her daughter.
Good girl, Summer decided, pussy once again drooling at the thought of her lovely daughter servicing their master.
And she kept telling Jaune about what life was like for her now.
Thinking was hard, moving was hard. How couldn't it be when all the world was arousing to her, when her mind was constantly on how her nipples and clit sent shocks up her spine, shook her knees to pieces beneath her.
"I⦠I can't walk properly, master Jaune," she half-gasped, half-sobbed as she felt her clit throb at a memory from this morning. "I came from my clothes rubbing my clit, sir. Squirted⦠Hmaaaaaaaah⦠all over my thighs and ruined my skirts. I couldn't stand afterwards."
Spreading her legs, Summer strained against the confines of her too-tight skirt, thrusting up in jerky motions that barely - just barely - moved the clit ring up and down. The movement swung her weighty tits the same way, but instead having them slam against her chest. She moaned.
And with a snap of her master's fingers, she felt the piercings come to life.
Her screams filled the room as electricity - lightning - shocked her nipples and clit.
The points blazed with the heat of the sun, so bright in her mind that Summer couldn't notice anything besides it. It pulled at her, drew all of her into itself. She tried to get away from it, but all she succeeded in doing was exposing more of what she was to the flames. Her blood turned molten in her veins as the sensation bloomed outwards and throughout her body.
"I-I⦠IT HURTS!"
She knew that voice was hers. Cracked and hoarse as it was - as unrecognizable as it should have been. The wailing woman at the center of all this pain was her.
Every instinct she had, every ounce of self-preservation, told her she needed to get rid of the piercing. Summer knew her hands were hovering above her nipples, fingers outstretched and trembling as they could practically feel the tingle of electricity in the air so close to her poor nubs.
But she couldn't, and every time her fingers brushed the painfully hot steel of the deformed needles, she'd flinch back with a whimper.
Despite it all, she felt something pooling, gathering at the pit of her stomach. It was a familiar feeling, one she'd gotten only too used to being under Jaune's care.
There was no pleasure in this. There shouldn't have been. Jaune wasn't playing with them, not with his tongue, or his fingers.
Lighting brought her only pain.
"IT HURTS!⦠S-SO⦠SO GOOD!"
Her center had turned into a dense ball, built the pressure of a building orgasm that functioned as the core of the sun. Growing and growing and growing from the pain until-
"CUMMIIIIIIIIIIING!"
~TtT~
She was beautiful.
Her back was arched so far off the ground her feet were underneath her. Summer's legs were bowed out, too. Spread so wide he could see directly into her weeping cunt and winking rosebud, and her discharge had gone from a light trickle to a rushing river now that she was cumming.
Glistening, sweat-slick skin made her look like she was covered in oil, almost bronzed in the light of the sun as it began its slow setting. Her body had turned so hot he could practically see steam rising from her. It left her looking like a djinn he'd called upon in a dream.
Summer had gone silent after her first scream of orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her head and her mouth hanging open silently as she gushed and squirted milk from her shuddering nipples. The hands that had been trying to get ahold of the piercings were left thrashing against the carpet above her as she continued to writhe.
It was like watching a dance, the way her curves rose and fell as she turned one side to another in pain and forced pleasure. She was highlighting her curves to him in the best ways as her tits, her ass, her thighs all jiggled for his enjoyment.
He wanted to fuck her. Oh how he missed fucking her. How he missed taking his cock and shoving it all the way up her womb, yanking it out, and then driving it all back in so hard she'd blank out from the forcefulness of it all.
But right now she didn't have enough pussy for him, her fleshlight of a front hole insufficient without access to her baby bag. Jaune couldn't fault her for it. Her womb was too occupied with carrying his child, after all.
So instead he satisfied himself with the hole currently wrapped around his cock, at least while he enjoyed the show.
Yang's lips were wrapped around his base, squeezing as tightly as they could would her throat clenched around his girth with a force that had him shallowly thumping himself against the older girl's face.
Jaune was sure that she couldn't breathe. The suction around his tip was steadily growing, and the panicked sounds that sent vibrations to his cock was her half-screaming to be let out for air.
Still, he held fast, keeping her hair wrapped about one fist while his nails dug into her scalp and he made quick, shallow thrusts that just barely moved his length within the vacuum-seal of her throat. It dragged her tightly against his glans, the tight fit of his shaft and the delicious, delicious warmth of her. Using her throat as an onahole as he enjoyed the show that the girl's mother was putting on for him.
He could feel Yang's legs brush against his own. They'd gone limp, and he hadn't felt her hands on him for a while now, too, though Jaune hadn't felt her really fight him during a throatfucking for a few days now.
After they'd gotten back, Yang had lost a lot of the fight left in her. She'd sometimes glare or bite back a retort when he ordered her to do something, but when he had her like this - thrusting into her in any ways he liked - she'd just let it happen.
Even with her hair, where she'd have once fought tooth and nail, or begged or bargained, Yang now let him manhandle her any way he liked. Whether it was pulling her by it, yanking it during fellatio or using it like reins, or even dousing it in his cum. Yang was obedient.
So he kept thrusting, grinding her face to his pelvis as he felt her practically fuse herself to the cock shoved down her throat with a grip so sweet Jaune couldn't help but let loose a groan as he felt her squeezing line up with the winking of Summer's asshole.
Fuck. That was a hole he could still use, wasn't it? Yeah. Summer's womb was protected, and her ass was plenty trained still.
Jaune looked down at Yang as he pulled away. It was surprisingly hard to do so, and he had to grit his teeth a bit as he felt the vacuum seal slowly break as he slid out of her throat.
Yang was also quite the sight. Lavender eyes were half-lidded, twitching. Her face was spattered with throat-slime that blocked her nose and would have stung at her eyes had they been fully open. Beautiful blonde hair stuck to her skin. When he finally excited her throat, his cock was so thickly covered in Yang's spit it looked to be covered in jelly. Strings of spit clung to his head and shaft, connected into the deep reaches of the girl's throat and the slow, sluggish breathing sent vibrations up and down the length.
The girl took slow breaths, deep breaths. The blonde not quite back yet after being deprived of breath for who-knew how many minutes. Amused, and largely done with her, he let go of her hair and watched as she dropped to the ground before he stepped over her and towards the mother.
Summer was still writhing, her movements now accompanied by little whimpers as her body vibrated with the pain. Already, there was a puddle of girlcum building around her, too much that the carpet couldn't absorb it anymore. He'd likely have to get the rug replaced, but that wasn't too much of an issue.
He took hold of her leg and dragged her backwards. The twitching of her limbs ran up his arm, and he had to catch her other foot before it accidentally caught him in the face.
Her ass was all give. A meaty grip that was thick and squishy all the way. And with his cock so thickly coated in Yang's throatslime and Summer's pussy juices that were alternating between a leaking tap and a rushing river, Summer's ass-pussy was very well lubricated.
But there was something else. Maybe a quarter of his length in, he felt it. The squeeze. Weighty and crushing and borderline unwilling to let him through. Combined with the plush silkiness of the tunnel, it gave him an exquisite sensation that made Jaune gasp.
It was the child, and already she was aiding in her father's pleasure.
"Good girl." Jaune whispered, he wasn't sure to whom. Ultramarine eyes looking to the ceiling as he just basked in the two-tone feeling of Summer's asshole pleasuring his cock.
There was a faint tingle around him, accompanied by a half-rhythmic squeezing that would turn erratic every now and then, and a molten heat that somehow surpassed even that of Yang's insides with her semblance active.
Looking down, his gaze met the cloudy, silver eyes of Summer Rose. The woman's voice was low, barely there. And whatever sounds came out from between her lips were indecipherable to him. Still, her ass squeezed and her writhing twitches as she came and came and came pleasured his cock.
Like this, Summer's ass-pussy was the height of decadence, and Jaune was enjoying every minute of it.
He fucked her ass the rest of the night, thrusting lazily as she passed in and out of consciousness. He enjoyed the sight of her milk-leaking tits, her endlessly gushing pussy, her cries and wails of pain as it forced orgasm after orgasm from her and the way her twitching and thrashing jiggled her curves.
She was gorgeous. Her face flushed, her mouth hanging open, her breathing ragged. Even the sounds she made were sexy, arousing. It made him hunger for her even more.
Occasionally he'd found himself caressing her growing baby bump, contemplating how many months it would be before he could fuck her pussy again.
Another part of him - a baser, more animalistic part - was excited to see a woman carrying his child. He'd done this to her. He'd broken her in, left her in a constant state of arousal, and screwed her up so much pain could force her into cumming her brains out.
First fire, he'd missed fucking Summer. Missed how exquisite she was, how exquisite he'd made her.
When Jaune looked up once again, his thrusting having turned more frantic as he built up to another orgasm of his own, it was to the sight of Yang staring at them, eyes wide and unblinking as she thrashed about in a gushing orgasm of her own while massaging her womb with both hands. Her wide-open pussy seemed to wink at him as it pulsed.
It was what took Jaune over the edge, filling Summer's bowels one more time as all three of them came in unison.
After he finished, Jaune had gotten up and dragged Yang by her hair to his cock. Only half conscious, she lapped at his cum-covered shaft all the while still pressing her fingers down unto her womb. She came a second time while eating his semen.
For a brief moment, Jaune saw her blonde hair turn black, her lavender eyes turn red as though influenced by her semblance.
Soon, Yang would need to go back to Signal. And he wasn't really willing to go back down to one.
It was time he got himself another toy.
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