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Chapter 17
For Yang, training might have been one of the few bright spots of her stay at the chateau so far.
Both Jaune and her mother took it seriously, and it somehow got her pumped up as well. There was something⦠different about maybe the training room or the act of training.
Yang wasn't sure which, but it was the part of her day where her head was clearest. No fog of arousal that left the world a blur or made her more focused on the thrum of electricity that stayed charged just underneath her skin, waiting for even the slightest stimulation.
She was sure part of it was Jaune's doing⦠somehow. She still hadn't figured out how he was doing any of this, but Yang knew that Jaune let her keep her mind during training.
It was mostly for his benefit since they actually used this time to keep him both fit and improve on his skills, after all. If nothing else, that bit about her work here at the chateau had been true. And Jaune seemed to genuinely want to get better since he focused almost entirely on his training and took spars with Yang and any input from her mom very seriously.
The same couldn't be said for stuff after training, of course, but still.
She used it to let loose. Her master didn't seem to mind when she let her semblance get the better of her at times, and get rougher on him than she really ought to be. But Jaune was a sturdy guy, with more aura than she'd ever seen on anyone - even her parents! And he seemed to be more than capable of taking on what she dished out.
Yang would have been the first to admit it was good to see him on the back foot for a change, and it was really the only time she could get back at him for⦠well, everything, really.
But today was different.
Jaune struck at her with speed she wasn't used to, each swing of Crocea Mors barely giving her enough time to dodge or block with Ember Cecilia.
And even when she blocked with her gauntlets, the blow rattled her arm so hard she briefly wondered if he was getting through her aura.
She was faster than him - more experienced. Yang traded each of the swings of his sword with two or three blows of her own, even going in for low, sweeping kicks to try and get him off balance.
The first time she did it, he'd gotten the first with his shield before grunting in pain as the second punch went through and his footing almost gave out from under him.
But he'd adapted, and his shield was catching more and more of her strikes each exchange while his legs would either swing out a kick of his own or he'd punish her by lunging.
Her problem was that his blows were stressing her aura more than hers did his.
And Yang was slowing. She could feel it. Because while aura protected her from the harm, it didn't protect her from the pain. It didn't dampen the sting of a razor-sharp edge dragging at her arm, or how his thicker, sturdier legs rung her own like a ram would a bell. She felt every little bit of it, and while her mind told her she was fine, her body was starting to fight her. Her strikes hesitated, her instincts only barely keeping up.
Jaune didn't let up on her, though. He stepped into her as she gave ground, and she could feel the momentum of the fight turning from a stalemate to a route.
His strikes came in faster. One slash, then another, then a kick.
When his off-hand parried her attempt at a low jab to buy her time, Jaune must have seen an opening Yang had missed.
Pain bloomed in her chest as she felt the air get knocked out of her. Her opponent had turned the parry into a shield bash and struck the center of her chest.
Stumbling, Yang tried to raise her arms and get her footing back under control.
Jaune didn't let her, and the world blurred briefly as she felt herself be lifted off her feet. Gold sparks filled her vision as his shield-first charge grated against her aura even as she felt the board smash into her gut.
Yang sent blows at him, but without any air she didn't feel any of her actual strength behind it. She could even feel her semblance begin to sputter as the world slowed to a crawl and she saw the glinting of ultramarine over the rim of the shield. She hadn't been sent flying, somehow. Jaune was still shoving her.
When she hit the wall, Yang realized why.
The shock of it rattled her spine. Vaguely, she could hear cracks as she was slammed against the concrete wall so hard it had shattered what little remained of her aura. And without anywhere to go, the full force of Jaune's charge crashed right into her with the wall sandwiching in between.
Right into her womb.
Her world shook. The pain and force spread from the epicenter and outward, to her legs, her chest, her arms, and all the way out to her fingers and toes. Her vision narrowed from both the pain and the lack of air as what little left in her lungs had been crushed out. She couldn't even scream.
But she did cum.
~TtT~
Yang was a sight.
Her eyes were lidded, blank. Her mouth hung open. Every now and then, Summer could see her eldest shaking as her back tried to arch off the wall but was stopped by the press of Jaune's shield as he kept her lifted off the ground.
But it was below the belt that truly caught Summer's attention.
She could see the dark spot at the bottom of her shorts, see the glitter of girlcum running down her exposed legs. Her Yang had cum, gushed when Jaune had smashed her womb. She was cumming still from the way she was twitching, legs swinging back and forth.
Clenching her thighs around the building heat of her core, Summer licked her lips at how beautiful Yang looked. She'd gone from being focused and driven by the anger of her semblance to insensate and cumming. Absently, she brushed her free hand over her slightly bulging belly and relished the heat that spread through her body.
Jaune pulled back, letting Yang drop to the floor. Her daughter managed to stay on her feet, but only by leaning against the cracking wall behind her.
Knees trembling, Yang fought to fill her empty lungs with air. Eyes clouded with arousal took on a gleam of growing panic as she failed. Shuddering hands came up to her chest and neck while her mouth opened in what would have been the beginnings of a panicked scream.
But without air, her voice didn't come.
Strength left her legs and she stumbled to the floor, splashing on the small puddle of girlcum. Yang looked terrified now, eyes wide and looking from Jaune to her as though asking for help.
And then she gasped, air rushing into her lungs at the same time that Summer heard her daughter sob. Eyes now filled with tears, Yang fell limp as she just sat there and breathed, gauntleted arms at her sides and legs splayed out before her.
Then Jaune took a step forward.
Yang looked up to see their master. Her features turned dark as his shadow fell over her.
Licking her lips at the knowledge of what was to come, Summer chimed in, "I never called the fight, Firecracker."
Her daughter only had enough time to yelp before Jaune sent another kick at her womb.
Aura flashed, sparked, but Summer knew that the pain still came through when her daughter's scream came laced with a moan. Voice climbing and breaking as she was sent flying back into the wall and bounced off.
The blonde girl rolled a short distance before stopping, and immediately arched her back as another orgasm started tearing through her.
"Whaaaaaaa!~ Whaaaaaaaaaats Haa- HNGGGGGGG!"
There was a spray that managed to make it through her shorts, not as much as she usually saw but enough to glitter in the light of the training room. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her hands were wrapped around her in an attempt to hold herself together.
Jaune, this time, didn't wait for her to finish. Instead sheathing Crocea Mors and closing the distance to stomp down on her belly.
Yang screamed.
And Jaune kept going. Reaching down and grabbing her by her hair so he could pull her off the ground. Even though it must have hurt her terribly, Yang kept cumming, legs turned to jelly and all of her weight hanging by Jaune's grip on her hair.
She tried to raise trembling hands towards Jaune, whether to block the strike that they all knew was coming or to gesture her surrender Summer wasn't sure.
Not like it mattered.
Jaune struck her again. First her head and then again her womb. Each blow made sparks as his shield slammed against her aura. Pain mixed with pleasure as the sound of Yang's keening cries filled the training hall.
She fought, or as close to it as she could as she while her body shook uncontrollably from her orgasm. Her arms tried to block a few strikes, catching them with the plates of Ember Cecilia or the palms of her hand. Yang grunted from the pain caused by the force of Jaune's strikes, but it was preferable to having her body be thrown over the cliff of another orgasm, Summer was sure.
The fight from her started to wane, though, her movements were so jerky and uncontrollable she was barely even brushing Jaune's arms before the strikes landed. Her breaths were coming out more pained moans than anything else now, and Summer knew that this was coming to its end.
When her aura broke, it felt like a mercy more than anything else to Summer. And Yang - too over-sensitive to notice - was finally let go and dropped into the puddle of her juices.
At least before Jaune dragged her out of it by her foot and started to strip her.
Somewhere deep inside Summer, she felt a pang of regret for Yang. For bringing her into this knowing it would change the entire course of her life.
But as Jaune closed in again, whatever feeling it was drowned in her own growing arousal. Biting her lip, she squeezed her hands against her thighs in anticipation.
~TtT~
Jaune's blood thrummed in his veins like thunder and every breath felt like fire.
Looming over Yang, he looked down at her as she whimpered and shook in the sensory overload of her tapering orgasm. Skin glossy with sweat, hair sticking to her face, and milky, jiggling tits heaving with each exhausted breath. Her legs were spread and her knees trembled, thighs now covered in girlcum. So much that threads connected them - and the puddle she lay in - together. Her shorts were now dark with wetness.
His cock was practically hurting at being trapped inside his pants like this. Jaune hadn't felt this hard since he'd marathon-fucked a baby into Summer.
Grabbing one of her feet, he dragged her away from the pool. He heard sounds of protest come from her lips, but her words were so slurred he could barely hear her. Vaguely, he felt some part of her try and shake his grip but he could tell that Yang was exhausted, their movements faint and erratic.
That's usually what happened after she'd been forced to cum twenty or so times. Jaune was impressed she was still conscious.
When he'd moved her enough so that they were over a drier part of the training ground, he set about getting her clothing out of the way. Using a knife since he was starting to feel his own arousal get the better of him, he sliced through her shorts along one of her legs and cut her shirt from in between her tits.
It didn't get all of her clothes off, but it was enough for him to gain access to the parts he wanted.
Yang's hands, shakily, rose to try and push his hands away as they grabbed at her tits. Immediately, Jaune was hit with the sweet scent of the girl's breast milk as it squirted from her very erect nipples. Diving down for a drink, he found himself grinning at the fire just below her skin and how quickly her heart was beating through his tight grip on her titflesh.
Whimpering, the girl resorted to blows. But tired as she was, her strikes didn't even seem to eat away at his aura, succeeding only in making Jaune become even more hungry for the spitfire before him.
He bit at her as he drank, nibbled on her swollen peaks or sunk his teeth around her areola. Yang gasped and he could feel how little her aura still fought him. It was flagging now, and it was just a little more before she'd be left completely vulnerable to him.
Pulling back, he thrust his hips and pressed his bulge against her weeping, twitching pussy. The sound Yang made and the way he felt her thighs grip around his sides made him grin in triumph. He thrust again and the girl let out a sob.
He could fuck her now. Her pussy had been tenderized by her repeated orgasms. And with the way he'd turned her front hole into an auto masturbator it was doubtlessly going to be a luxurious experience to have her velvety folds dancing around his cock as she came and came.
But Jaune didn't want to be lazy right now. He'd gone through the trouble of beating this girl to this stage, and he was hungry to force his way into something and consume it.
So he flipped her over, leaving her prone on the ground as he pulled the remains of her shorts away to reveal her firm behind. Pausing to enjoy the breathy grunt of pain that was muffled by the reinforced concrete floor, Jaune reached out and sank his fingers into Yang's asscheeks.
He could feel her muscle underneath, but there was still enough fat left to squeeze in between each of his fingers and there was just the right amount of jiggle to them. What he enjoyed the most was how hot she was.
It was going to be heavenly when his cock was inside her.
Wasting no time, freed his cock and moved himself into position.
Jaune had instructed Summer to begin preparing her daughter's ass for him. Time to see if it had been enough.
Her sphincter was tight. There was enough wetness for him to force his way through, but it was slow going and just trying to get his cockhead in was already pulling gasps of pain from the girl. She let out a startled gasp and some strength rushed back into her.
Of course, he'd been expecting that, and the moment her arms began to push against the floor Jaune slammed his hand against the back of her head. The force of it would have made her skull bounce back but he followed it with the weight of his upper body continuing to force her head to the ground. Yang stilled, stunned.
Heat. Tight, wet heat. Jaune had to resist the urge to let his eyes roll back into his head.
She was clenching still. But her thighs and even her insides were slick with arousal - her ass, too. Each inch he sank in was gripped by her oh-so-tight hole while her squishy insides tried to push him out by clenching.
All it did was amplify Jaune's pleasure.
Yang's ass was fire, a meaty oven that pressed around his shaft in a way that was very different from her constantly squirming pussy.
"Your mother did a⦠Ahhhh⦠Great job with your asshole, Yang." Jaune leaned forward and rested his weight against Yang's prone body. Still keeping his hand pressing her head against the floor, he licked her back and grinned widely at the sight of her hands starting to claw at the floor.
"Loose enough to not tear, but still so very⦠Hmmm⦠very tight."
He'd been looking forward to prone-boning her like this. Her ass was tight, but with his weight pressing down on her and the floor resisting, it seemed to double the squeeze around his cock. And it only seemed to get tighter the deeper inside her he went.
The girl was starting to try and fight back now. Jaune could feel her body getting hotter still as her hair began to glow and her hands managed to get themselves under her body.
Jaune sighed as the heat warmed his cock further before he braced his knees behind Yang's own to keep her lower body pinned.
Immediately after, he sent his shield-clad arm into the back of Yang's head again.
Her fiery hair flared as the blow landed, followed by a brief grunt before the girl's torso dropped back to the ground, arms crushed underneath her tits.
Not missing a beat, Jaune thrust.
"Hngggroooooooooogh."
The sound that came from Yang's mouth was more akin to that of a dying animal. Her arms tried to move again, but Jaune now had both of his own hands on Yang's head and, gripping her hair, he pulled back and slammed her back against the floor. The body beneath him buckled then stilled once more.
But it wouldn't be for long because Jaune gave one more push and felt Yang's asscheeks go flush against his groin as the entirety of his length became enveloped in her furnace of a backdoor.
He could hear - as much as feel - Yang's pussy gush beneath him.
Jaune's cock, fully lodged inside her intestines, was brushed up against Yang's very sensitive womb. Combined with his weight pressing this down and the floor pushing up, it left her uterus pressed on from both sides with more weight than it had ever been subjected to before.
For Jaune, it made Yang's already tight asshole clench about his base so tightly he might have worried it was going to snap his cock off. The suction inside intensifying as her orgasm woke her up.
"Hngg! Hnggaaaah!"
For Yang, it was hell. Her core shattered from the pressure and her body's thrashing was arrested by Jaune pinning her against the floor with his weight. Even with her semblance flaring up around him, Jaune just kept holding her down while her head repeatedly bumped itself against the concrete and her arms were trapped underneath her spasming body.
Jaune fucked her like this, pulled his cock back before slamming himself back to the base in a fast and shallow rutting. Each stroke sent a crushing blow at Yang's womb and his with enough intensity that Yang's cumming was renewed, not at all letting her come down from her high.
Her grip on his cock became so tight he could feel part of her still wrapped around his shaft whenever he'd pull out past her sphincter, continuing to squeeze him and keep him wrapped in her heat.
And he kept thrusting, setting a punishing pace that filled the arena with the sound of wet thrusting, pleasured groans, and whimpering gasps as he made her cum again and again and again.
Yang shattered as her aura did, body seizing as Jaune felt her squeeze down on him so hard he couldn't even pull his cock out from inside her. Her rear tunnel spasming much like her pussy usually did while her arms fell limp and the fire in her hair went out. She'd fallen unconscious.
"You'd⦠Ahhhhh⦠Held on real well there, Yang." He let out a dry, heaving laugh.
Catching his breath, Jaune let go of her head and leaned back.
Her tits were squished against the floor, but were big enough that he could see them peeking from her sides. The pool had reformed underneath them, and part of Yang's hair had soaked in some of her own juices. Grabbing her asscheeks in his hands again and gripping them, Jaune noticed that his hold actually left marks on her skin this time. Angry red lines that he knew would bruise later.
"But it's time we got a move on, too."
Pulling back he could see part of her insides still clinging unto his length, peeling away very slowly the further he withdrew from her backdoor. The contrast between Yang's blazing heat and the comparatively cool air blowing against his juice-covered cock made Jaune gasp, shivers running up his spine.
For a moment, he looked to where Summer was standing to see her face flush with arousal and her tongue hanging out while she panted. Still, her hand was on the handle of her axe, ready to move if anything happened.
Good woman.
Turning back to Yang, he reached out with his hand and twisted her hair around it before looping it around her neck. Jaune adjusted his cock from Yang's caping asshole to her still weeping, twitching pussy.
In one stroke, he both thrust himself all the way into her womb and began strangling her with her own hair.
He could immediately tell the difference. Yang's neck presented far, far less resistance when she wasn't protected by her aura. Where the force would have grated against it, there was only her bare throat. And already, Jaune could see how the twisted hair dug into her skin.
Down below, Jaune relished how soft her pussy had become. He pierced through to her womb without any resistance, and he could feel how her womb stretched around his invading length. The velvety grip was pliable and allowed him easy entry before immediately seizing and twitching as Yang was startled back into consciousness.
Without missing a beat, he started thrusting. Jaune pulled himself halfway out, dragging her womb part of the way along with his cockhead before slamming it back into place and distending her belly. Each time he bottomed out he could hear a strangled croak come from Yang's lips.
"You⦠Ah⦠Got a different grip when you're dying, Yang." He said with a laugh as he yanked on the hair like he would the reins of a horse. Yang's weakened arms were pulling at the twisted length at her throat to try and keep her airways clear, but from the way she was choking it wasn't particularly successful.
Still, he kept pumping himself in and out of her, eventually closing his eyes to focus on the way her insides melded to his shaft, squirmed, twisted, clenched, clung, and surrendered to each of his thrusts. Girlcum dribbled down his balls in an unending flow and his free hand felt how swollen her clit had become.
"Don't⦠Hmmmm⦠think I've missed it, Yang." He pinched her clit and enjoyed the way she stiffened, the entire fuck-tunnel uniformly squeezing before twisting itself in a gushing orgasm that ran down both their thighs. "You're here dying and all you can do is cum."
Her back arched as he pulled on her hair, her head following and bending herself so far she was facing the ceiling. Jaune could feel her womb pushing against his cockhead, trying to make it follow the bend of her body. Leaning forward, he could see the bulge of his cock up in her belly.
He sank his teeth into the point where her collar met her neck. Jaune could feel it, feel himself finally approaching his peak. Pulling harder on Yang's neck, he felt his balls churn.
The smell of ozone filled the air, a rush of wind that ran up his back before a dark shape landed a few meters ahead of him.
Jaune's gaze followed it, meeting black hair, red eyes, and a snarling threat that promised a quick death at the hands of her drawn blade. She stumbled for a moment from her shaky landing before rising to doubtlessly charge him.
But blue lightning struck down from the sky. Raven Branwen screamed in agony before she was thrown, her weapon clattering to the floor.
He felt a shiver run up his spine despite the electric heat of the room. His balls churning and his thrusts starting to grow erratic at the sound of pained gasps from the struggling woman before him. Jaune watched her try to struggle to her feet before another bolt struck her and sent her into pained spasms.
Letting go of the hair-noose around Yang's neck, he moved his grip to the girl's hips and kept rutting. Vaguely, he could feel more than hear the way air filled her lungs through her pussy.
She dropped to the floor in a boneless heap, her ass the highest point of her as Jaune held on to keep fucking into her. Yang must have felt like jelly from how she'd stopped even trying to use her arms, instead letting them lay in the puddle of sticky girlcum that she was dragged through with each powerful thrust of Jaune's hips.
It wasn't long before music filled the air as the mingling sounds of Raven's agony and Yang's pained ecstasy filled his ears as he kept pistoning his throbbing cock into Yang's pulsing hole. She was cumming around him, her juices gushing down his length and splashing over his groin while her tortured windpipe tried to pull air into her lungs.
He finally came, it was with such intensity that he could feel Yang's womb stretching as he pumped her full. All the while, he took in the sight of his newest acquisition as her aura yielded to the onslaught of lightning and her cracking wails filled the air.
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