Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

134. Weiss’s Spring break

Weiss's Spring Break

ThatLewdWriter

Summary:

Weiss is on spring break! With Yang. Without her girlfriend. Sadly, Blake's sick, Ruby got cold feet, and now she's on an island by Vacuo with students from schools she's never heard of and she's got no idea how to 'chill', as Yang says. She doesn't need to chill, and she's not going to take Yang's advice and get laid.

Notes:

This series is a crossover between RWBY and lots of other stuff, so I can't list that all down. Characters will be marked out in chapter titles and reiterated in the description text. This isn't canon-compliant or logical in any way, basically just a crackfic with them all out on spring break and Weiss fucking people, so don't expect much more than that! There are themes of cheating in here, so be aware of that. If it gets any harder or anything else happens, that'll also be marked up.

Chapter 1: First day of Spring Break - 2B, Ishtar, Eresh, Dawn

Chapter Text

Spring Break was... pretty much exactly as Weiss Schnee expected Spring Break to look like, honestly. There were literal crowds of people swarming the island beach, stretching on as far as the eye could see in either direction. Students from all nations, all walks of life, some so exotic that it made her white brows furrow in, and all ready to party and let loose like they just didn't care.

Honestly, from the way some of them dressed and acted, they really didn't seem to care. Girls were dressed in the skimpiest bikinis she'd ever seen, covering even less skin than Yang's own provocative outfit, while all the guys went shirtless. In Atlas, people didn't dress skimpy, and she saw bikinis once a year at best - and Spring Break was, in general, a foreign concept to one of Atlesian birth. Everything she saw was a first, and she had no idea how to take any of it.

Alcohol was passed around like candy, even though a quarter of them weren't legal to drink. She saw people kissing and fondling one another out against the boardwalk and along the beach as if they didn't care that eyes were on them, leaving Weiss's pale cheeks blushing with colour. She was pretty sure she saw Dust being illegally traded, and she was even more sure that people were dealing illicit substances on the side, too. Every third person she talked to was tipsy or drunk, and a fifth so high they were swimming in the clouds.

She felt like a stone out of place on the strange Vacuan island, and she acted as little better than a wallflower. It was just her first day on the island off the coast of Vacuo, marketed as the Spring Break destination, and she'd just come down to the beaches after having put her stuff away in her room - and she already wanted to leave. The sounds, the smells, the disgraceful and disrespectful actions - it all made her want to scoff and hide in her room.

"Uhg," she scoffed as an obviously drunk boy crashed by to her left, nearly hitting her in the process. His hand scraped her arm, and she stared at it accusatory before it slipped away as she fell in an undignified heap. "Disgusting."

"C'mon, Weiss, live a little!" Said Yang, cheerfully throwing an arm around her shoulder and hauling her in close. Breasts squished against her forearm, and Weiss stared at the impressively meaty mounds for all of ten seconds before flicking her eyes away. Yang was dressed in almost nothing at all: just a yellow bikini top that was far too small on her massive, double-D chest, leaving bare swathes of sun-kissed titflesh for anyone to ogle, while the lean lane of her defined stomach rippled in the sunlight.

"This isn't living," she told her dryly, cautiously sipping at her fruity tropical drink. The little umbrella hit her nose, and she sniffed before blowing it away and trying again. Though she'd asked for something 'simple', she was pretty sure the drink had alcohol in it - but she didn't drink, so she didn't know. "This is degrading."

"That's how spring break is!" She chuckled, pulling on her shoulder. "It's a once in a lifetime experience on this secluded island where everyone's down for some fun. You can do whatever you want, then head back home without any regrets. It's awes-"

"-It's shameful," she accused, grabbing Yang's thick wrist with her dainty fingers and attempting to push her off. The area around the bar was crowded through and through with people clamouring for drinks and downing alcohol as if it was going out of style, and it made her wrinkle her nose.

"Look," Yang hummed, "I know you're salty about Ruby not coming, but..."

Weiss sighed. Her girlfriend had, unfortunately, decided that Spring Break wasn't 'for her' at the last moment, and basically chickened out of coming. Granted, she shouldn't have come in the first place given her age and what Weiss now knew went on, but she'd been looking forward to seeing her in a bikini.

"Yes, yes," she said, waving it off. "But just because she's not here and Blake isn't here to keep you on a leash doesn't mean we can act like these degenerates."

"Oh, right," Yang said with a frown, "gotta message her and see if she's feeling better..."

Weiss's eyes narrowed. "You haven't?"

"Forgot?"

Weiss sighed. She didn't respond, just shook her head in exasperation. She calmly sipped at her drink and scanned over her surroundings, critically examining all of the foolish teenagers galavanting across the beach. Their acts ranged from shameful to disgraceful, and her lips formed an even line as she stared at it all with disapproval. She saw a girl clutched in the arms of a rather large male, his hands digging into the fat meat of her ass without a hint of reservation and his lips locking with hers; there, beyond, she saw a girl very casually making out with another girl on the beach, twisting her down in the sand while people played volleyball above them.

It was a constant and steady sight, and it annoyed the hell out of her. It was shameful and disgusting, and beyond that, it was also arousing. It miffed Wiess that all those hot girls were running around with their breasts bouncing and that they were being so shamelessly made out with there in public, and it had her getting unreasonably hard under her modest board shorts. Huffing, she twisted her long ponytail of white hair around in her hand, trying to find some silver lining in the supposed vacation that wasn't her staring at scantily-clad women.

"Eh," Yang said, "Shit's hard to remember."

"Yang, seriously?" She rolled her eyes. "You know that Blake's going to get annoyed if you don't check-in regardless of her illness."

"Mhm."

Weiss looked at her askance. "...You're not even paying attention, Yang."

"Nah, totes am," Yang hummed, but her face was a little too flushed to be honest.

"Yang, please. I want someone to talk to that isn't an inebriate- you're not listening again."

"Am too!" Yang slurred, launching and patting her back. "Just - "

"You're ogling these idiots!" Weiss accused, sputtering into the blonde's pretty face. "Yang!"

"What!?" Yang protested, laughing boisterously. "Weiss, look. They are some hot pieces of ass out there. The guys? Hot. the girls? Sexy as fuck. "

Weiss gaped at her. "Are you - are you serious right now?"

"Dude, c'mon, this is spring break. People here want to be checked out. Most of them are looking' for someone to get dirty with for a bit, you know?" Yang flashed her teeth down at her. "It's like an all-you-can-stare-at buffet."

"...Disgusting," she deadpanned up at the blonde.

" Weeeeeissss, " the blonde whined, leaning back into the bar's countertop. "Don't be a spoilsport! This is when we can have fun, do fun shit, not get blamed for - like, indulging."

"This isn't my kind of fun."

"It's 'cause you're not having any fun, " Yang chirped, nudging her shoulder. "You're acting like a bored, uppity princess -"

Weiss's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?!"

"And you just need to relax, " she finished, brushing Weiss off with her easy-going attitude. "Chill out, Weiss-cream. Take a load off, and all that."

Weiss just stared, focusing her piercing ice-blue gaze on the blonde's lilac eyes.

"Look," Yang sighed, "First? We need to get you something proper to dri - hey! Bartender!" Yang spun around abruptly, leaving Wiess blinking. "Can I get a - yeah, that one, yeah, awesome, thanks!"

Yang spun back around, grabbed Weiss's fruity tropical drink from out of her hand, and replaced it with an ice-cold can of beer. Weiss stared at it with unblinking eyes, incredulous and annoyed all in one, but her friend was very clearly not done with her tirade.

"Get a confidence-booster in you, show off some of that Schnee blood," the blonde said, draining Weiss's former drink in one smooth tilt of her head and then practically tossing it aside. " Then - we need to get you to see what a good time this place is."

"Yang…"

"Nah, look, trust me," Yang followed, her words coming out in a rush. "Look - pick any girl here, Weiss. Pick any hot piece of tail that catches your eye, and I'll turn a blind eye so you can fuck the shit outta her. Easy, pea-"

" Yang, " she hissed, her voice rising up in a strangled, incredulous tangle, " what the fuck?! "

"What?" Yang laughed, showing not an ounce of care that she'd just told Weiss to cheat on her own sister. "Ruby isn't here, and you're not going to be getting any for, like, the whole two weeks we're here? And I know I am, so I'm not going to leave you out to dry."

"You're telling me to cheat on you sister, Yang! What the fuck is wrong with -"

"Weiss, Weissy, look," Yang interrupted, slinging a long, muscled arm around her shoulders and tugging her in so hard that her head bounced against her sideboob, "Ruby and Blake aren't here. It's just you, me, and literally a thousand strangers we'll never see again. It's going to be a really shit trip if I'm the only one having fun after I dragged you here, and I'm going to feel bad for it."

"That has nothing to do with any of this!" She protested loudly, trying to push herself away.

"I do care about my sister and your, like, relationship," the bruiser said patiently, "but, dude, these bitches? Half of them just want to get laid, and the other half are whores. I really don't care if you nail a few of them before going back to Rubes. Kinda like a bachelor party? Only, you know, over a week, with a bunch of slutty students."

Weiss baulked at her. She then slapped her arm twice, making Yang wince. "What the f - no, Yang, I'm not going to just cheat on your sister because there are some hot girls or something -"

"But, like, if you weren't dating her, you would," she pointed out.

"Y-yeah, if I wasn't, but I am - "

"Aaaaaand only we know you are," Yang chuckled. "And I'm going to pretend that you're not. So, Weisscicle, pick anyone here, and you can have 'em."

She's crazy, Weiss thought, blinking at her. "Yang, you've had too much to drink and you've become even more of an idiot than usual."

"Then, if you don't want to fuck some random slut," Yang drawled, her lips starting to grin mischievously, "how about you take me upstairs and just fuck the shit out of me, huh?"

Weiss's jaw dropped and a strangled noise left her throat. "What the fuck, Yang!? How is that any better!?"

"Hey, just suggesting!" Yang laughed, "Giving you options, you know? Maybe you're not the fuck-a-stranger type, but you'd totally go down on your girlfriend's sister -"

"Yang, please, for Maiden's sakes, shut up. "

"Oh, Weiss," Yang chuckled, "you really need to get laid, huh?"

" That has nothing to do with anything! " She almost screeched in an indignant voice, but it was totally lost on Yang as she scanned over the crowd.

"Look, how about that girl?" Yang asked, pointing a finger at a blonde with a rather weighty ass that strutted by. Weiss stared for along moment before shaking her head, irritation in her voice.

"No," she said, and to busy herself took a drink of the beer - and then immediately started coughing at the taste. "Holy - this tastes vile! How do you drink this stuff?"

"It's goo- Oh, what about that one?" The blonde continued without skipping a beat, pointing at a girl with long, white hair a shade brighter than her own. "She's hot. Kinda step-on-you type, but -"

"Shut up, Yang," she almost snarled, taking another sip of beer and wincing at the taste of it. "I'm not cheating with some slut -"

"That's the point, Weiss, they're sluts - look, look, here," Yang scoffed, brushing her off her protests and whines without a second thought, and just casually reached out with her hand. "Everyone's fucking down, Weiss, don't be such a princess about it -"

Yang rudely grabbed a girl that was passing by without a single hint of shame; simply covering a slim, pale shoulder with a broad hand, and then spinning the girl around to face them. She was a pretty teenager with a round, almost sculpted face, and a slender, svelte body wrapped up in a white cloth bikini. It was like a bow-tie around her modest breasts, hugging them in closely, while a sarong wrapped around her hips and went down to mid-thigh, revealing plenty of creamy skin.

Red eyes blinked up indignantly at the blonde that had grabbed her, and pretty pink lips parted. Eyes flicked over to Weiss, and just as quickly scanned her over. Weiss was too busy staring at her dark head of hair and her ridiculously long twin tails to understand, but after a moment she realized that the girl was very clearly checking the both of them out, seeing if she liked what she was looking at.

"Uh, hello?" The girl almost tsked, a black eyebrow rising. "What -"

"Yo, I'm Yang, princess here is Wiess," Yang said curtly, flashing what could have been considered a winning smile down at the girl. "She's really shy, actually, but she's packing some serious heat under those board shorts, and she really needs a girl to show her a good time. Wanna help her out?"

Weiss baulked. "W-what the fu-"

"Uhg… I mean…" the girl clicked her tongue, raking her eyes up and down Weiss's body again. She stared at the fairness of her limbs and the lean expanse of her smooth tummy, pausing over the bikini that wrapped around her small chest, and then glanced down at her shorts. "You could have asked me nicer, blondie, but your friend is pretty cute -"

"H-hold on a second," Weiss started, holding up her hand at the foreign girl. "Firstly, I don't know your name; secondly, you can't seriously be listening to this idiot when she just pulled you from the crowd like that and, most importantly, I have a girlfriend back home, Yang - "

"Ooohhhh," the girl purred, her red eyes lighting up. "You've got a girlfriend, huh?"

"Yeah," Yang answered on behalf of Weiss. "Leaves her pent-up. Needs someone to blow that cock of hers, y'know?"

"Oh, I do, " the new girl drawled, running her tongue over her lips.

This is insane, Weiss thought. "What the - Yang, stop antagonizing strangers -"

"My name's Ishtar, cutie," the girl winked, flashing a cute smile at Weiss. She was just as short as her, and the eye-contact was practically smouldering. "And, hey - I don't mind taking the place of your girlfriend for a bit. I'm totally better, anyways."

A strangled gasp left Weiss's lips.

"Told you," Yang chuckled, patting her shoulder. "Everyone's here thirsty as fuck - including me, so, like, you two kids have fun or whatever. I'm gonna go get big, buff, and handsome over there to fuck my brains out in the washroom."

"Yang, what - " She blinked as Yang retreated. "Yang! Don't leave me here with the strangers!"

"Just have fun, Weiss, and tell me all about it later!" Yang called, already a half-dozen people away from her, and Weiss stared with her jaw dropped. Her jaw dropped even more when Ishtar, the random stranger that Yang pulled from the crowd and asked to suck Weiss's dick, happily dropped to her knees in front of her, humming a sing-song tune to herself.

"I said, I'm Ishtar, not a stranger," the girl chirped, sounding nearly as bitchy as Weiss's own sister. "Don't forget it when I'm blowing your rocks off, Weiss. "

"That's not-" she sputtered, "you're not -"

Oh, her mind said as Ishtar's hands began to pull at the waistband of her board shorts, she is.

It started to occur to her that the girls were, as Yang said, absolute sluts, and that everyone was ready to hook up and get laid. There was really no other explanation for how the random student was setting herself on her knees in front of Weiss without a single care in the world, apparently perfectly spurred on to suck her cock by the simple indication that she had a girlfriend and was all alone during Spring Break in spite of that. Without even pausing to do more than exchange names her fingers dug into her waistband, slipping underneath while tickling her smooth, white skin, and it made Weiss hiss.

"You're - what's your na - Ishtar," Weiss stammered, "Y-you don't h-have to listen to that brute of a - oh you are - "

Ishtar just kept going, her red eyes getting wider as she tugged Weiss's shorts down her hips and felt the waistband snag against the hidden log that was her bitch breaking cock. A pleased hum left her lips as she pulled on her shorts, bringing them down around the big bulge, clearly happy with what she was feeling - and getting even happier as her shorts slipped down over it with a hard, forceful motion, sending the thickness of her shaft bouncing out into the light of day without a hint of shame.

Naturally, she gasped. "I-Ishtar! W-we're in public -! "

"Holy smokes you're big," Ishtar purred, admiring the long, nine-inch cock that had suddenly flopped in front of her small, round face. "You're really packing heat, huh?"

Weiss was a slim, slender girl, not shapely in any way, and it was almost as if her cock was trying to make up for that by being the size of a forearm and the width of a human wrist - and where many would be daunted by such a big, fat cock, Ishtar just seemed thoroughly pleased. Weiss wanted to protest having her dick left to flop out in the empty air of a beachside bare with everyone around to stare at her and ogle, and moreover, she was a Schnee and could hardly be doing such things.

However, when Ishtar grabbed hold of her cock with a slim hand, wrapping fingers around the semi-stiff girth, Weiss couldn't do anything but whimper. It was a good grip; her hand silky and smooth, her fingers hard and firm, the pressure absolutely delightful for a girl that didn't often get laid. Just the touch of a hand was enough to make her cock pulsate and start to fill out with blood, rapidly engorging to its full, virile length in no time at all. It knew what it wanted more than Weiss did, and as she hissed from the soft touch of her hand, it thickened rapidly.

"Can't believe this isn't getting any action," the black-haired girl said, running her tongue over her lips with clear eagerness. "Lucky for me, though!"

Weiss stuttered out a shaky breath. "You can't seriously intend to -"

Her voice trailed off into a squeak and a whimper as Ishtar, without waiting whatsoever, pressed her lips down against the vascular underside of her cock - no hesitation, no delay, just acting like a whore in heat. It was almost exactly as Yang said, and Weiss released an incredulous squeak as the strange, foreign student kissed the bottom of her cock with soft lips, doing so far too eagerly for anyone to reasonably be. She'd literally just been tugged out of a crown and fell to her knees for some random futa as if it was totally normal.

Given everything going on around her, Weiss was struggling to figure out if it wasn't normal. Her mind twisted around the thought that someone could be so slutty that they'd just do something like that, and while she struggled in the sheer disbelief of something so whorish, Ishtar just kept on doing it. She planted another kiss against the underside, then another, moulding her lips to the shape of the hard, dense girth. Her hand pulled up from the base, lifting the immensely heavy cock as best as she could to offer it up to her lips, and made a noise of frustration when she found her small hand not quite up to the task.

"Gosh, this is heavy, " Ishtar said, pulling away briefly. Her red eyes seemed to shine as she stared down at the cock and, quickly, added her second hand to the mix, wrapping fingers around the broad, white shaft and clenching tightly. Weiss stuttered out a breath at the feeling of intense pressure, and Ishtar hummed at the noise in something like satisfaction.

Ishtar leaned back in, this time with her tongue popping free. She set the wet muscle against the upper third of her dick, and the simple touch left her gasping. The feeling of wetness and softness was enough to make her shaft throb powerfully, and Weiss's mind went blank at the assault of sensation. Ishtar ran her tongue up without delay, sliding it up with a smooth roll, licking a path up to her bulbous head.

Her hands twisted up along the cock they were bracing, rolling the stiff flesh around in her fingers. They worked their way up to the midsection and then back down again with hard, forceful movements, making her cock throb with eye-watering intensity. At the same time, Ishtar's tongue pressed down around the upper inches of her shaft, caressing it with the slender muscle. Wetness was lathered under her bulbous crown in thick, soothing quantities, and each time her tongue flicked against the underside of the rubbery tip, it left her sighing.

"So nice and big," Ishtar drawled, lust dripping from her voice. "Totally fit for a goddess…"

"W-what -" Weiss started, but the word was choked and weak, and it trailed off into a whine as Ishtar pressed her mouth against the crown of her cock without waiting a single moment longer and, exposing her head to the indulgent heat beyond, pressed down. "Oh, wow, that's - you're -"

Ishtar's head delved down onto her thick shaft of cockmeat without hesitation, driving it into the wet heat of her mouth in seconds. Her lips wrapped tightly around the broad, white girth, secured around it, and she delved down with an easy roll of her head. The hard cock ground over the fluttering mass of her tongue, squishing it down under its weight, but it still moved to flutter and undulate against it, tickling it with surprising skill and finesse. Her hands pulled at the hardness from the bottom at the same time, stroking stiff dick between her palms.

Weiss tilted her head back and groaned, while Ishtar buried more and more stiff meat between her lips. She stuffed her cheeks full of the stuff as she went down on her shaft, doing so eagerly and readily, letting it slide against the carpet of her tongue and grind against the roof of her mouth. Her cock was incredibly thick, but the red-eyed girl's smooth lips wrapped around it nice and tight, holding it securely. Wet, liquidy noises echoed out as she went down, barely audible over the sounds of the club and yet almost too loud in Weiss's ears.

She felt self-conscious and nervous that she was in so public a forum with a girl on her knees giving her a blowjob in front of her, and she looked left and right. Surprisingly, few people seemed to even care, and they just treated it as being something totally normal for a girl to be acting like a slut and for her to have her cock out. Hell, some of the other girls were looking at her dick with envy, clearly wanting to be in Ishtar's face, and when she met their eyes with blushing cheeks they'd wink.

Heck, one of the dude-bros she met eyes with saluted her with his beer, and she did the same thing in return, though much more awkwardly. She wasn't sure of what to do other than try and fit in, and she quickly buried her face in the can in the next moment. She drank it down hard and fast, ignoring the taste and simply burying herself in the alcohol. Ishtar, all the while, sent down on her cock with gusto, taking it in so deep that the head brushed against the entrance of her throat, and then dragged back with a smooth twitch of her neck.

Weiss whimpered under her breath at the amazing feel of a girl's mouth wrapped around her cock, and tried not to squeak Ishtar swept up her cock, her lips holding tight and rolling against it like soft silk, and then pushed back down with an over-eager twitch of her neck. Her tongue fluttered around the cock that she happily impaled into the warm heat of her mouth, and her hands below twisted and turned against the rest of the hard length, working it in tandem. She stroked it with smooth palms and squeezed with hard fingers, drawing mewls from Weiss's mouth.

She bit her lip and drank the strange-tasting beer just to hide the flush on her cheeks as some random stranger sucked her fat girldick. She wanted to tell her to stop, to start acting like a Schnee and not do something so lewd in public, but it honestly felt far too damned good. Maybe it was because it was some stranger and not Ruby, and she was away from judgmental eyes - or maybe Ishtar was just that good at giving head, she didn't know. All she did know was that it was hot as hell, and her body was loving it.

She drank the beer until it was empty then set the can down on the countertop she proceeded to grab. She clenched down on it as if that would alleviate the pressure building in her loins and the ache in her balls, and it very much did not. She could do nothing but watch as Ishtar bounced herself up and down on her cock, head bobbing along a good five inches of hard girth while her hands pulled and twisted at whatever remained below. She slurped white-fleshed monster-cock without a hint of shame, just pulling at it with the softness of her mouth and bathing it in the slick heat beyond moment by moment, movement by movement.

Weiss hissed out another breath as the girl gurgled on hard cockmeat, blowing her so well that her head felt dizzy. She bit her lip and clenched the countertop as her cock was sucked on by a hot mouth and caressed by hard fingers and smooth palms, unused to the combination of blowjob and handjob. She watched red eyes focus intently on the white slab, staring at just how much she was taking into her wide-stretched lips with each movement, and saw as black twin-tails bounced comically.

Her balls ached with desire and her cock throbbed with bliss as someone sucked and slurped on her cock with lewd intensity, almost worshipping the Schnee fuckstick. She, a stranger, treated it with reverential adoration, and it hit Weiss in all the right ways. Her flushing face turned from shame to simple arousal as the pleasure hit home, and the teeth digging into her lip did so to suppress happy moans that wanted to spill out. Her cock, meanwhile, was repeatedly buried inside the hotness of her mouth, drenched with saliva and bathed in heat, caressed by her tongue in mind-numbing patterns that never seemed to end.

"Fuck," she declared in a soft voice, "that's - that's good."

Ishtar looked up happily, but kept on working at her shaft with finesse - her head bobbing, twin tails bouncing, her hands tugging and twisting, rolling cockmeat around in ways it rarely was. Weiss hissed out breaths as her gaze went unfocused from the sheer pleasure of it, and a faint buzzing began to rise in her veins. She wasn't sure if it was arousal or the alcohol starting to kick in, but all she knew was that it made her body tingle intensely.

The girl bobbed her head on her cock in dizzying patterns, slurping and suckling on hard cockmeat, dragging along with soft rolls of her lips and stroking it with her pumping, twisting hands. Weiss groaned and grunted with ever-increasing intensity, pulling and stroking with hard rolls of her hands, and her hips began to buck forward. She pushed a little more cock into Ishtar's mouth as her arousal soared, and the girl tried to adjust smoothly -but Weiss just kept pushing further, her breath coming out in an aroused growl.

Everything felt too good to Weiss, and she wanted more. She wanted more afar quicker than Ishtar was providing it, and she reached forward with both hands in the next moment, grabbing hold of Ishtar's twin tails of silky black hair and gripped hard. The girl's eyes widened and a gurgle left her lips, but Weiss wasn't paying attention to her. She rolled her hips and stabbed them forward, forcing another handful of inches into her warm mouth and sent her cocktip punching past the entrance of her throat and down into the tight esophagus beyond.

A grateful groan left her lips at the feeling of something tight, and she instantly wanted more of it. She delved in with a harder thrust of her hip and a pull on her twintails, and as Ishtar gurgled in protest she drove inches of hard cockmeat down into the lush embrace of her throat. She jammed it down without pausing, filling it up as much as she could, letting her body speak for her. The pleasure was too much, the heat and tightness too intense, and she just wanted more.

Ishtar gurgled as she dragged her head off with a pull of her hair, treating her twin tails like the reins of a horse, and then rolled her hips back. Inches of slick cock was extracted with a bubbling of saliva, but she was just as quickly shoving herself right back inside. She rammed her cock down into her throat without thinking, just wanting more of the pleasure - and Ishtar could only take it as the hung she-stud took sudden control. Her hands squeezed pitifully around the base of the suddenly thrusting cock, but as Weiss forced more and more dick into her throat, they were quickly forced to make room lest they be smashed into her chin.

"Oh, that's good," Wiess grunted, biting her lip and thrusting hard. She didn't care at all as she began to skullfuck Ishtar, some random, exotic student she'd just met on a Vacuoan beach, and just rammed her cock down into her tight esophagus like it was a sheath for her pleasure. She pulled on her hair, forcing her off her shaft with wet gurgles and sloppy sputters, and then shoved her right back down like the toy she became.

Weiss's nine-inch bitchbreaker hammered into her throat moment by moment, filling it up so much that Ishtar's eyes watered and her throat bulged. Weiss just grunted with exertion as she forced more and more down, fucking her throat with hard, rough strokes, her arousal spurring her on. She grunted as cockmeat drove down through her esophagus, reaming it out more and more with each thrust, stretching the narrow tunnel to the sloppy sounds of groans and moans. Gurgles rose up thickly and tears trailed down Ishtar's cheeks, and it only got worse as she fucked.

More appreciative glances were sent their way, and a busty girl even approached Weiss as she treated Ishtar's hair like handlebars and her throat like a sheath. All the newcomer did was shove a piece of paper with her number down the front of Weiss's bikini, mimic holding up a scroll to her ear and, with a wink, mouthed call me before walking away - and Weiss ignored it all, settling down and thrusting into Ishtar's throat. She fucked it with hard strokes, slamming into her throat and skullfucking her without relent, bashing her aching balls against her chin.

"So good," she groaned, head tilting back. Her cock spasmed against fluttering throat walls, and she instinctively shoved Ishtar all the way onto her bitch breaking rod as her orgasm swept up on her. "F-fuck -!"

It was too much to resist, and Wiess didn't even try. She didn't even think twice about cumming inside of the stranger's mouth: she just did it, thrusting down into the velvet seal of her mouth, and let her cock unload. Cum went rushing down Ishtar's spasming throat in thick, velvet waves, and the girl instinctively sputtered around her fat cock. Her hands scrabbled at her slim pelvis, drawing lines in the pale skin, but she received no leeway as Weiss hosed her esophagus with her rich release.

The white-haired girl groaned and moaned as she came, her cock throbbing and her balls pulsating, sending babybatter down the girl's throat. It filled it up as it was pumped into her stomach, while more began to well around the pulsating length of her shaft. Weiss held on her head as the tremendous orgasm swept through her, loving the feeling of release and the intoxicating buzz that filled her feins, and just indulged in the perverse moment. She came hard and she came for a long time, letting out her pent-up release with relish, treating Ishtar like a toy.

She never released Ishtar. Instead, the girl shoved herself away from Weiss with whatever strength remained in her, un-impaling herself with a wet gurgle and a spray of semen that was impossibly thick. It ran down her chin in long, sticky lines, and it bubbled up from her mouth in slurping white rolls - clearly, it was too much for the girl to handle, and with her eyes wide, she jumped up to her feet and ran off to… somewhere, Weiss didn't really know. A cooler, maybe, or the washroom, but she was in too much of a daze to understand.

She just panted there, trembling in the after throes of release, listening to the people around her cheer at the show she'd given them and feeling hands clap her on the shoulder. She just frowned, loving the feeling of bliss that filled her up, and felt the imprint of Ishtar's throat around her shaft. She didn't know much, but she did know she wanted more. She wanted more of that amazing feeling, even if it was utterly lewd and perverse.

Blind eye, she recalled, licking her lips. Fuck whoever I want, huh? She smirked, and this time trailed a finger along her mouth. Spring Break, right?

She turned and slapped the counter. "Bartender! Get me another of -" She squinted and flicked the metal can "-another one of these things, please!"

Weiss hadn't seen Yang for several hours now, and honestly, she didn't even care. She was on her third can of beer, and she was starting to strut around the beach with something like a swagger, moving around with Schnee-like confidence. She wasn't particularly fond of the people around her nor was she comfortable with what she was doing, but she found it easy to lean against a wall beside some of the chicks, casually sip her drink, flirt with them for a little bit - things about how good they looked, musing how they'd feel against her - got a few scroll numbers, then strutted away again.

It was almost laughably easy, and Weiss Schnee was an awkward stick of a girl at the best of times. The girls on the beach, though, were easy, horny, and just as tipsy as she was, and her loose tongue easily flirted with girls as voluptuous and buxom as Yang. She didn't fool around much more, though, and all she really did was approach women, flirt with them, get their contact info, and then stalk off again. Sometimes, she just sat and chatted; at others, she found herself being pulled into silly things like playing volleyball with some 'bro' types, as Yang called them, or chit-chatting with others like her on the prowl for tail.

Weiss most certainly was on the prowl, though. She felt the numbers weigh down her scroll like a physical weight, making her think of what kind of fun she could have with slutty blonde number one, or what action she could get up to with whorish brunette number four - washrooms and bedrooms and restrooms and all sorts of lewd things sprung up in her mind. She was almost ashamed of it, thoughts of her girlfriend still swimming in the back of her head, but the entire beach was filled with lewdness and depravity.

It wasn't just flirting, not just kissing. Girls got on their knees to blow cocks, they brought out tits to give titjobs, and she saw at least five people so far having actual sex in various places. It wasn't common, sure, but it was right there in public - people just didn't care. Hell, one girl had even offered her a 'full service' for some Lien; but, naturally, Weiss wasn't about to pay for what she could apparently get for free.

"Holy shit," a guy said at one point as Weiss was busy fumbling with a volleyball, her face ruddy from her latest beer. "Check that girl out."

Another futa that was on Weiss's team looked over and immediately swore. "Fuck! What a fucking ass ."

"Best I've ever seen," said another guy, just staring, and Weiss, too horny to even consider not staring at some random chick, followed their line of sight.

A girl was lying out on her front near the shoreline - one of the many, many suntanning students, but Weiss could easily see what got their interest. The girl's ass was massive, jutting out like a fleshy mountain of perfectly white, porcelain-pale skin, all of it rounded and smooth. The black bikini she wore covered none of it, leaving it on full display, presenting it as if it was on a platter for their enjoyment. From the way the flesh dipped down under its weight, it was clearly heavy in a way that few asses were, and Weiss felt her cock twitch in hardness at the sight of it.

"That's an amazing ass," she agreed hoarsely, just staring. The girl herself didn't seem to care that she was presenting the most amazing backside on the entire beach, and was simply lying on her crossed arms with her bikini's string left undone and a bottle of suntanning lotion at her distant side.

"So fucking fat," said one.

" Fuck , what I'd do to that ," said another, his words somewhat slurred.

"Bet she wants someone to lotion her up, huh?" Joked one of the girls, elbowing her newly-made friend. "Someone to run their hands over that ass, you know?"

"Bitch like that's gotta be taken," the guy said, shaking his head.

"Never know if you don't try," offered the futa, shrugging.

"You're right," Weiss spoke up, feeling a spark of confidence flash in her chest. The other strangers looked at her curiously; all, clearly, joking around about the hot piece of ass they saw, but Weiss wasn't joking at all. It was the best ass she'd ever seen, and the girl was both alone and without lotion on her. "I'm going over."

"What?" One of the guys laughed. "Nah, she's gonna just flip you off -"

"We'll see," Weiss countered boldly, smirking in a way that exposed white teeth. "Wish me luck - and don't get jealous when I'm fucking that ass."

They laughed and cheered in equal measure, while Weiss just marched over to the ass like a missile homing in. She waved her way through drunken students and neared the foreigner with a bold step. Her ass was literally perfect from Weiss's point of view: jutting out nearly as far as Yang's breasts, its shape full and fat and perfect, and the flesh creamy. All of her was pale, more so than even Weiss, and her hair, comically, was an even whiter shade than her own. It was cut in a short bob that didn't quite reach her shoulders and looked as soft as velvet, and it made her blood tingle.

"Hey," she said as she approached, and the girl stirred. Her face tilted off to the side, looking over her shoulder, fastening azure on icy-blue. She didn't respond immediately, but simply raked her eyes along Weiss's short, svelte frame, then ran her eyes down to the now much more obvious bulge in her pants.

Her full lips formed a smirk, causing the mole at their corner to twitch. "Hey."

"I'm Weiss," she said, putting a hand on her hip. "Saw you suntanning over here, and noticed you didn't have any lotion on you. Need some help with that?"

The girl let out a throaty, alluring hum. "My name is 2B. Yes, I was hoping someone would come over here and help me out."

Weiss didn't comment on the fact that '2B' was just a number and a letter and very much not an actual name at all. "Really? Lucky me, then."

"Lucky you," 2B purred, then shuffled her hips. "Help me out, if you please."

"I do," Weiss said in turn, not at all caring about how stupidly easily it was all going and just knelt beside 2B. She took the lotion in her hand, squeezed a far amount into her palms, and set herself next to her. Smirking, knowing that her recently-made-stranger-friends were surely beating themselves up over her initiative, set her hands on the white-haired girl's slender shoulders.

"Mmmm..." 2B purred, rolling her shoulders, and Weiss smirked proudly as she put her hands to work. She didn't care that she was rubbing down some random stranger, and was just happy to be doing it. She dressed down with her lotion-covered palms, sliding along shoulder blades and down the smooth curve of a backside, the skin so perfect in its softness and smoothness that Weiss almost thought it was fake - artificial. It felt too perfect, but it only made her cock pulsate harder in her shorts.

"Nice," 2B hummed, leaning back into her arms. She arched her back subtly as Weiss's hands slipped along her spine, covering her with lotion and making sure to spread it around - fingers pushing in, her palms rolling, her hands kneading. She wasn't a trained amessuese, but she'd gotten more than enough to know what girls liked, and 2B was certainly liking it as she had her back stroked and kneading.

"Wow," the girl said not even a moment later. "You're good with your hands, Weiss."

"I know," she said confidently, not even caring how silly it sounded. She reached for more lotion, added it, and then resumed kneading out 2B's body. SHe felt not a single knot of tension, but she still worked her in dizzying patterns that had the girl mewling. In fact, each time her hands oppressed down, 2B moaned in a way that was distinctly sexual, making her cock throb. "Enjoying it?"

"A lot, actually," 2B moaned. "It makes me wonder what else you can do with your hands..."

"I'd be happy to show you," Weiss said quickly - a little too quickly, maybe, but 2B smirked over her shoulder at her all the same.

"Sure," she drawled, a pleased groan in her voice. "Move those hands a bit lower, Weiss." She winked. "Be nice and firm."

"With pleasure," she said, lust dripping off her voice. She grabbed even more lotion as she swung her leg over 2B's legs and quickly mounted her, sitting right down on the backs of thick thighs, the fat mass of her perfect ass jutting out in front of her. It was so fucking perfect that even Weiss could acknowledge that an ass like this just didn't come around often, and the fact that she could run her hands all over it -

I can run my hands all over it, she realized with glee, smirking like a lioness. She felt as smug as Blake as she quickly pressed her palms down against the fat curves, her movements almost reverential, cupping the rounded flesh with her smooth hands - just caging it, admiring it, noticing that her slim hands couldn't even cover a third of an asscheek. It was that big, and she loved it. She hissed out a breath as she cupped it gently, and 2B looked over her shoulder at her, watching her movements.

Weiss had promised to be firm, and her reverence lasted for just a few seconds before she quickly set herself to work. She wasn't going to start handling 2B like fine china; a girl like her clearly wanted to be groped, and that was what she did. She sank her fingers in deep, practically stabbing into the fat meat of her rear, and the girl cooed receptively. Her palms pressed in, rubbing lotion into the flesh, but that was almost an afterthought - she just started kneading, rolling assflesh around with relish, treating it like dough.

2B moaned and mewled, making slutty, whorish sounds as her ass was squeezed. "Mmmm… Weiss…"

"Don't want this ass to get sunburned," she said, her voice cheesy and casual, her hands stabbing down with firm fingers. She dug into the soft assflesh and kneaded it, rolling it around in her soft palms, trying not to sight at how perfect her ass felt. It just slipped between her finger like jiggling silk, almost too pliant to be genuine, and she wasn't sure she'd felt anything better. As she groped her spongey assflesh it bulged out between her fingers in soft, lush rolls, and squeezing down on it was like clenching putty.

"Feels so good, " 2B moaned, settling into her crossed arms as if she were sleeping. Her hips tilted and her ass pushed up, filling out Weiss's squeezing, kneading hands, and the white-haired girl eagerly took advantage of it. She pressed down, groping, driving fingers in deep, and watched the flesh ripple like water. She bit her lip and tried not to sigh as she mauled an ass more perfect than Yang's, fatter than Blake's, and rounder than Ruby's combined.

'I know," she said, very much not talking about her ministrations and talking purely about how amazing her ass was. She pulled back to grab the lotion, and this time just held the bottle over the ass and drizzled it down. The fluid pooled on top of the white, rounded cheeks, and then began to run down in long lines like the glazing of a doughnut; and Weiss watched, enraptured, as it did so. She held it for long, long time, far more than was necessary or proper, but 2B merely cooed.

Her ass was glazed over with the honey-coloured fluid, and it arced down the sides in sticky lines that just highlighted the intoxicating curvature. She eagerly set her hands back into it, massaging the doughy flesh, making 2B moan happily - almost deliriously - as her ass was kneaded like a toy. She seemed to love it, and arched her back to push her ass out into her hands, giving her more to play with. She happily did just that as she grabbed it by the sides and smooshed asscheeks together into a squishy line of rolling flesh, admiring it with sinful indulgence, then jiggled it with a twitch of her hands.

It rippled like water, and she bit her lip to contain her arousal. She kept on massaging to the sounds of moans and mewls, happily making 2B feel good just to feel up more of her glorious ass. She, naturally, had no idea how to massage an ass, but there was nothing proper in what she was doing - it was just greedy indulgence, and the white-haired girls both drank it all up. All the shorter-haired student wanted was someone to grope her ass as it deserved, and Weiss did just that with lustful intensity, squeezing down on the perfectly squishable, pliable mass over and over, letting flesh roll and bulge and dip in ways that were just too perfect to be normal.

As 2B moaned even more, Weiss felt her heart pound in her chest and her confidence surge. "How does that feel, two - uh, 2B?"

"Your hands feel great ," 2B groaned, her eyes fully shut and her teeth biting her lip. " Mmmm… "

"Your ass feels great, too," Weiss said, running her tongue over her lips. "I'm kinda thinking that it's not entirely fair you're the only one that gets to feel good, though, you know?"

"Let's say I'm inclined to agree," 2B hummed casually. "What would you do?"

"For a girl like you, I'll be honest," she said with supreme self-assurance, speaking as if she was channeling Yang, "I'd fuck your ass until you cum."

2B didn't open her eyes. She just smirked and hummed throatily, her backside arching up. "Okay."

"Okay?"

2B hummed, and Weiss ran her tongue over her lips. There was a brief pause where all she did was massage her ass, then, suddenly, spring into action - pulling at the string of 2B's bikini bottoms, peeling the insignificant black cloth off and throwing it over her lower back, and then grabbing at her own pants with vigour. She let her cock flop free in an instant, sending the big, fat length slamming down against the equally plump curve in front of her, and a satisfying thwap filled the air.

" Oh, " 2B breathed, a single eye peeling open. " Wow. You're big. "

"Too big?" Weiss teased, grabbing her cock with her hand and slapping it down against her jutting ass in fleshy thumps. The flesh rippled and quivered under the force of the blows, and she watched it greedily.

"Big enough for my ass," 2B teased, running her tongue over her full lips - then pushed her ass up, slipping the slick flesh across her behemoth-cock, and Weiss groaned at the pleasurable sensation.

Weiss didn't waste one more second. She slipped back from 2B's plump thighs and dragged her cock down while very easily rolling her hips, pressing the hard girth between the smooth lines of her ass. She sighed as the cleavage of her cheeks caressed her throbbing mast, tickling it with such velvety softness and lotion-slicked smoothness that it made her want to groan loudly, and tried to angle herself through it as best as she could. If she was only half as horny as she was she would have been happy to blow a load just hotdogging the squishy plumpness, but as it was, she needed to fuck.

Straddling 2B's legs and angling forward, she pushed her cock down through her mountains of assflesh. It took a long time to push through simply because of how much flesh there was, and finding her holes wasn't easy when all that soft lushness was in the way. Her free hand grabbed a soft cheek, squished down so deep that she sank to her knuckles, and pried the fleshy mass aside, revealing the hints of a sopping slit and a tight, pink rosebud - Weiss's target.

She'd never fucked anal before, and while it wasn't her main target in sex, with 2B's ass on the line, she felt like it was a crime not to. She guided her cock down with single-minded intent, driving the bulbous tip against the entrance of her ass and drawing a mewl from 2B's plump mouth. The girl shifted, wiggling her wide hips and grinding her asshole against her cocktip, and Weiss let out a pleased breath as her shaft tingled. She pressed in firmly, abusing the weight of her cock and the grip of her hand to apply enough pressure against it to have it give way.

"Fuck," she hissed as she pressed into her rearmost entrance. Her eyes twitched as her cockhead pushed into the tight inner hole, and warmth washed along the rubbery mass. Her hand squeezed down on the asscheek she was stretching, showing off just enough of the tight hole that was about to ream.

" Mmmmm… " 2B groaned, only wiggling her hips. Weiss pushed in deeper, spearing her cock into her asshole with lustful desire, relishing the feeling of something so tight and warm wrapped around her obscene Schnee fuckstick. She grabbed her ass hard as she guided her cock down, driving it into her rearmost entrance as hard and fast as she could, instinct telling her that the only way to get inside of such a tight hole was to force her way through.

Whether it was or wasn't the right solution was irrelevant as 2B cooed and moaned in her husky voice, spurring Weiss on to greedier, more lustful acts. She drove slim hips down toward the fat, jutting mass, spearing inches of wrist-thick cockmeat into her tight depths, slamming her asshole full of her shaft. She was painfully hard and aroused and getting herself into such a constrictive tunnel felt delightful, even if the squeezing bordered on painful - but she just didn't care.

As 2B shivered with desire she slammed her ass with cock, driving herself inside until the throbbing midsection was lodged there. Husking out a breath and listening to 2B's moans, she drew back, adjusting her stance as she did so, bracing her body on her knees instead of sitting back on her legs. She set her guiding hand on the beach towel beside 2B's chest as she leaned over her, casting a small shadow across her backside, and adjusted herself for a proper fucking.

The next time she slammed down was with twice the force and twice the viciousness. It was a simple, forward slam of her wrist-thick cock, driving it down into the tight embrace of her asshole. 2B squealed out a moan of approval at her hardness, and Weiss, smirking, laid in firmly, happy to be fucking and happier to be fucking a girl as hot as this. She almost reminded her of a white-haired Ruby, but far more womanly; it was ticking all of her boxes.

"Dust, you're fucking tight, " she husked, blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes.

" Weiss, " 2B moaned, biting her lip. She purred out her approval as Weiss slammed her cock inside, stretching out her asshole around the hard bulk. She worked it inside inch by inch, forcing it down as best as she could, forcing walls out wide around her haft. She didn't hesitate and didn't wait to casually ramp up her pace. She just forced herself into it, picking up into an impossibly brisk pace in no time at all.

She grunted as she sank her cock into her asshole, filling out the narrow tunnel with hard, dense dickmeat. Her small hips forced her forearm length of cock down as best as they could, stretching vice-tight walls in hard rushes of movement. 2B moaned happily at each downward push and backward draw, sending her insides rippling. She worked inch after inch of her pale length through her backside, jamming it in deep and then pulling it with a hard tug, not at all caring about how rough or fast she was being.

It was surreal that she had just approached a girl because she had a fat ass, propositioned her to massage lotion on her, kneaded her ass, and was now fucking said ass - but she didn't care. It was Spring Break, and that meant, apparently, that everything was totally normal. Things like this were common, and so Weiss fucked 2B's asshole with hard, rough strokes, forcing more and more inside by the moment, grunting with exertion and listening to happy moans as if this was just how it was supposed to be.

" Nice, " 2B groaned. Her words were simple, casual, but they still made Weiss excited to hear. She wanted to please the stranger, and her hips pushed down in hard, brusque strokes, driving the wrist-thick girth into eye-watering depths. Walls caressed her as she moved down, hugging and moulding to her length as she reamed them out, and each movement had her husking in exertion because of it. She was almost too tight for a cock of her size, but that didn't stop her from thrusting harder, trying to fit in more.

Above all, she wanted to make that ass clap.

"Are you enjoying this?" She asked, hovering over the girl she was slamming her cock into. "Like my big cock, 2B?"

"So good," the girl moaned, still reclining on her arms. She was totally calm about it all, and that, somehow, made it hotter.

"Good," she chuckled, and worked her cock in harder. She fucked down with broad strokes, driving herself in as deep as possible with each thrust, marvelling at her first feeling of an asshole. Not as wet or soft as she'd like, but certainly tight enough to hit her in all the right ways - and, clearly, hitting 2B, as well. "Because I'm loving this tight ass."

2B only moaned at her words, but that was all that mattered. Weiss fucked her with fierce strokes, ramming her shaft in deeper and deeper, working her way through the gasp-inducing tightness with boldness. She felt confidant, and maybe that was the alcohol speaking, but getting a girl like this for casual sex felt amazing. She wanted to fuck her harder, faster, and each movement saw her get there, her hips descending against the impossibly perfect curve of her ass, and she groaned with each thrust.

She applied hard pressure as she forced her cock through her clamping insides, jamming her asshole full of dense girlmeat over and over again. Her hips powered down, at first grazing the creamy, lotioned surface of her ass, and then pressing down again. She started to thump against the lush hemispheres, filling the air with dull whumphs of impact, and those, soon, thickened as she fucked down harder still. As her meat-shaft powered through into the depths of her ass she started to clap against her backside, hips hitting it with mouth-watering force.

" Fuuuck, " 2B mewled, her wide, curvaceous hips wiggling, and Weiss powered down with husky breaths. She rammed her cock into her asshole and sent her hips slamming down against her ass, using a combination of strength and gravity to thrust through the tight hole. Her pelvis clapped against the jutting curve with each downward thrust, sending her plush assmeat into trembles. It rocked away from the point of impact as if the white flesh was jelly, softer and squishier than any ass she'd ever seen, and that made her want to pound down harder.

She did just that, even as she clenched her fingers into the soft mass. She grabbed one fleshy cheek and kneaded it like dough, and with her hand so small and the ass so big there was still plenty for her to thrust her hips against. Her fingers sank deep into the plush flesh as she rammed down with her hips, sending it clapping against her pelvis with louder and louder thumps. Flesh smacked and wobbled away from her hips each time she hit it, and she greedily watched it bounce up and down.

"So fucking hot," she grunted, hovering over the girl she was reaming out. "This ass is so fucking perfect, 2B. It feels - gosh - amazing."

"Your cock feels amazing," 2B moaned in return, her teeth biting down hard on her lip. She was still relaxing on her towel, but her hips wiggled from side to side in a way that made her ass's inner walls bend and bulge around the pumping length of her thick cock. "Oh, fuck, Weiss, fuck me nice and hard -"

"Don't worry," she husked, "I'd fuck a girl like you however you want."

Hips sawed down at a fast pace, jamming it in deeply time and time again. She fucked out her inner walls with hammering strokes as she pounded against her ass, sending the plush meat bouncing and jiggling around her pelvis. She rammed into the squishy mass with greedy relish, loving the way it rippled and trembled like dough. Walls rippled around her cock the harder she fucked her ass, and 2B's moans grew louder, happier, her pleasure clearly rising. She liked having her ass fucked, and Weiss happily did so.

Her hips worked in pendulous arcs as she plunged down and rolled back, each forward slam sending her clapping against her fat ass. She sent it wobbling out and bouncing before settling in against her hips like a soft cushion, and she moaned as the pillowy mass of assflesh moulded to the shape of her pelvis. She fucked into it with each downward stroke, loving as she hit what felt like the softest of silk pillows - better, even, than those she had at the Schee mansion - before pulling back just to see it clapping.

"Weiss! Fuck!" 2B moaned louder, happier, her eyes rolling under closed lids. "Just like that!"

Weiss chuckled throatily under her breath as she hammered down again and again, pumping her full length into the depths of her hot asshole. Her balls swung and slapped against her sopping wet slit, and Weiss reasoned that, one day, she'd have to fuck the girl's cunt, too - but right now she was loving her ass, and happily speared through it. Each time she hilted herself she made the plump curve go concave, and as the skin squished down into a crater she held herself there just to feel its softness. She casually rolled her hips, indulging in the tightness, and then did it all over again.

"So - fucking - tight," she grunted, her white brows furrowed. She pumped her way through the impossibly tight asshole, forcing it in as hard and deeply as possibly, strained by each movement. She sank herself into the tight, warm hole moment by moment, thrust by thrust, using all of her strength to ream out 2B's ass like it deserved . "Holy shit!"

2B moaned and mewled, and seemed to do so even louder with each thrust. Her pleasure was rising just as much as Weiss's, and it was intoxicating to hear. Weiss buried her pole in as deep as it could do with hard, deep strokes, sending ringing thumps! and loud thwaps! into the air. T smooshed down into a velvety mass as she forced it down with her strength, using the cheeks like plush pillows. She happily smacked into the heavenly softness time and time again, indulging in the feeling of it as she brutally sawed her fat cock inside.

"Yes!" 2B moaned. "Yes!"

"I'm so - fuck - !" Weiss hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. 2B was moaning and groaning like a whore, her hips wiggling hard, and Weiss didn't know enough to understand if she'd hit her peak or not - but the sudden ferocity of her rolling hips and squirming insides was almost too much for her, and her cock throbbed with painful intensity. "I - damn! "

She slammed down hard, unable to hold out any longer, and buried her fat cock into the depths of her steaming asshole. Her ass squished down like a cushion, pillowing out around her in rolls of creamy softness, making her want to moan out in delight. The heavenly softness pressed all up against her as she came hard; her cock spasming with release, thick ropes of baby-batter spasming from the tip and drenching her innards in pristine white. It sloshed along inner walls and coated it in virile warmth, and 2B mewled at the feeling.

She rolled her hips and ground her ass against her, but Weiss held her down, pinning her for the first time as she unloaded into her ass. Her balls pulsated against her dripping cunt as she spat out more and more seed into her rear tunnel, sending seed in deep. She packed it down with each spurt, and her breath hissed out between her lips as more and more kept on coming. She gleefully filled up the foreign student's ass with her cum, not even thinking about how lewd and unbecoming for a Schnee it was. The pleasure was mind-numbing, and she loved every last moment of it.

"Oh, gosh, " 2B mewled, her eyelids lifted to reveal azure slivers, her pupils almost shaped like hearts of pure lust. "I think I need to introduce you to my friends, Weiss…"

" Absolutely," she purred, her cock still not done throbbing out her load and yet totally ready to fuck again - and again, and again, until she was spent.

She wasn't sure what time it was, but it felt late. Really late, but she really didn't know. She'd had a multitude of beers and a few glasses -cups, bottles? - of wine, and she was tipsier than she'd ever been in her life. Hell, she was so much of a lightweight the last time she saw Yang that she'd been laughed at until she told her the hot pieces of ass she'd been nailing. She wasn't sure where Yang was anymore, though; the press of bodies was too tight, and everyone was starting to look similar to her.

It was a party, or so they said. Certainly, not like any party she'd ever been to before, and there were both too many people and too much stuff going on to be considered one by her books, but the way people were pressing up against one another and grinding away was so hot she didn't care. The lights were low, the indoor club dark and moody, with bright lights filtering through an artificial haze of smoke and the music a low, thrumming beat of the kind of stuff she'd never listen to on her lonesome but felt right in the there and then.

None of it was what Weiss would normally do. She'd never party like this, never drink, never get into a moshpit where bodies were pressed up so close that skin rubbed and she'd never had a girl grinding on her like the nameless chick that was currently rubbing her ass against her lap, but it was spring break. As Yang said, she had to let loose, have fun, and that was exactly what she was doing. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, and maybe it was the low inhibitions around the island, but it was all of that which got her two dozen scroll numbers, a bunch of sultry nude photos in her gallery, and her cock pleasured by a half dozen people through the day.

Girls that she got on their knees, a couple of quickies in random spots, a titfuck or two - all sorts of things that Weiss would never indulge in, but the Spring Break version of her was happy to partake in. She knew she wasn't in her right mind and probably too tipsy to be making decisions, but when the decisions felt so damn good, how could she stop? It wasn't like she had anything to moderate her behaviour - Yang was encouraging it, and Blake and Ruby were back home.

Their loss, was what her inebriated mind concluded. She smiled down into the girl's black hair, inhaling her scent, her hands on the hips that pressed back and pushed her perky ass against her hidden cock. It was her first time being exposed to the concepts of grinding and twerking, and she was loving it. It felt great, and she couldn't think of a more pleasurable style of dancing.

"Fuck, that's hot," said a voice, and Weiss turned to stare directly into a frankly incredible rack of tits, the flesh bulging out of a tight-fitting yellow bikini that was simply delectable. Honestly, without even thinking, Weiss swept an arm out and cupped the newcomer, bringing her in closer to her body as she nuzzled toward her; using confidence that she rarely felt, not at all caring for what she was doing and only chasing the pleasure.

She cupped the stranger's amazing ass with relish, her hand immediately having gravitated toward it - after the affair with 2B, she felt the need to squeeze and grope to her heart's content. She squeezed down around a pair of short-shorts, feeling bulging flesh dip around her palm, and she groaned out her contentment. The fat mass easily filled her palm, and she pushed in as best as she could despite the awkwardness of the position. The newcomer purred her approval at her actions and Weiss, pressing in, inhaled the scent of her golden hair, looking up at her much taller height to -

Oh, she thought, that's Yang.

Almost in an instant she pulled away, the realization of what she'd done cutting through the haze that filled her mind. It wasn't quite guilt, but more of the strange, vague sensation of wrongness. She'd done something she absolutely wanted to do, but with someone she probably shouldn't have… right? It was difficult to tell, and Yang's ass had felt amazing…

"Ohhh, spicy, Weiss," Yang drawled, winking down at her with knowing eyes. "I see you're starting to let loose for once, huh?" She licked her lips. "Liked what you felt?"

"Yang, hey," Weiss replied, pointedly not answering the comment. Her mouth felt almost painfully dry from all the alcohol, and it was made worse by the awkwardness. "What's up?"

"Nooothin' here," she drawled, winking, then deadpanned, "literally nothing. No one's biting tonight, man…"

"Uh… shame?" Weiss offered, frowning. Yang didn't strike out, like, ever, but what did she know? She was having all the luck, and she was happy for it. At the very least, she wasn't commenting on the absolutely shameless groping...

"But, hell, who's your friend, Weiss?" Yang winked down at the black-haired girl with the beanie on her head, who blinked up at her in turn. "Looks like you two are fucking with how you're dancing!"

"This is, uh…." Weiss frowned, wracking her brain, and came up short. "Uh…"

"Dawn," the girl offered, and Weiss coughed.

"Dawn," she amended.

Yang grinned and winked up at her. "My, Weiss, you lady-killer. Picking up girls you don't even know, how naughty… "

"Actually," Dawn spoke up, sounding just as drunk and tipsy as Weiss felt, "She w-was, uh, showing me the - the washroom? And then -"

Ah. Weiss remembered, now - Dawn had asked her to help her to the washroom or something to clean up the beer that had spilled down her front, and Weiss, turning up the charm, had grabbed her hips and enticed her into some lewd gyration.

"We started dancing," Weiss finished.

"Well, don't let me stop you," Yang chuckled, jerking a thumb over her shoulder in the next moment. "Washroom's right there, actually, and it's really, really private, if you get me. Now…since I don't have a hung white-haired chick to pull me upstairs, Imma head off, see if I can find a good cock to scratch my itches."

"Yeah, good luck," Weiss replied hoarsely, not quite thinking. Yang walked off with her hips swaying and ass bouncing, and Weiss tried not to stare too long. "So - Dawn, was it?"

"Yeah?"

"...Wanna head to th-"

"Yeah," she answered breathlessly.

From there, everything was a riot of colour to Weiss. She guided the girl to the washroom she didn't quite know was there, smashed through the door with her lips pressed down against Dawn's, loving the feeling of kissing some random slut that she found at a party who had literally stumbled into her arms. She didn't taste like Ruby, and somehow that was good - she didn't want loving girlfriend, she wanted horny cockslut. She tasted alcohol and relished it, just as much as her hands relished the feeling of hips and waistline.

Stalls were very clearly occupied, judging by the noises that she heard inside of them - but she pushed Dawn backward, locking lips firmly, making out with the stranger. Tongues tangled and twisted as she sucked on her mouth, her hands moving back to cup the plump curve of her ass and squeezed. It wasn't anything close to 2B's fantastic backside, but it felt nice to grope between her lustful fingers. The girl's short skirt didn't do much to hide it, and she had all the access she could want.

They slammed into an empty stall without a moment's delay, their hands pulling at one another's clothing. Weiss was barely dressed, still wrapped up in her bikini, and all Dawn had to do was pull at her shorts and start tugging at her cock, attempting to draw it up and out. Weiss pulled at her clothes, pulling a sleeveless vest off of Dawn's modestly curved frame, then hiking up her skirt. She was tugging at her undergarments even as the flushing girl pushed her down onto the toilet seat, and hips quickly swung from side to side as she mounted her.

It all moved so fast, but didn't seem fast enough. Dawn was dropping down into her lap, impaling herself on her cock, and she just wanted more. She grabbed at her ass, tugging on her slender body, jamming cock deep into a lush cunt - a tightness that she hadn't felt in some time, a sopping warmth that body instinctively craved. She moaned as she buried her sensitive, throbbing girl shaft into a tight, young pussy, adoring the feeling of warmth and wetness that ran around her, and even though she was in some dingy bar washroom having sex with a tipsy student, she just didn't care.

"Oh, wow, Weiss," Dawn moaned, "Your cock feels so good!"

Weiss smirked with confidence that could have been genuine or just alcohol. "I know, cutie."

She gripped her bubble-butt with firm hands as the girl bucked on her lap, pushing herself down in a tipsy stupor, jamming inches of hard cockmeat into her plush depths. She squeaked and moaned cutely as she delved down on the thick rod, and moaned throatily as she rose back up. Her hands gripped Weiss's slender shoulders and used them to steady herself as she pushed herself up and down with her legs, her feet flat on the floor in order to propel herself up as best as she possibly could.

All that, just to ride the massive pilar of girlcock that Weiss had swinging between her legs. Dawn went at it clumsily, and it took her a few moments to realize that her hair wasn't black, but rather some shade of blue; dark enough that her eyes couldn't tell when they were clouded over with alcohol. She didn't really care, though, and just tugged on Dwan's ass, urging her down, groaning out her satisfaction as her cock was buried in hot pussy. Walls ran over her cock in silken waves, rubbing across the hardness, stroking her like firm fingers before pulling away again with a wet slurp.

"Ride my cock, Dawn," she urged in a hoarse, panting voice. "Move those hips, sweetie."

The pet words didn't come to her lips easily, but she spoke them all the same. Her hands clenched into her ass, squeezing and pushing, and the girl squeaked as her backside was fondled. Her hips jumped up and down, her legs pushing her body along, and each movement had her hiss and mewl. The cock was clearly too big and too thick for her to take it so easily, but in her drunken state, she wanted to - Weiss could see it in the lines of her face and the look in her pretty eyes.

"So big," she whined, biting her lip and throwing herself down. Her hands squeezed on Weiss's shoulders as she fucked herself down with increasing depth and ferocity, almost throwing herself onto the impaling slab of cockmeat. She squeaked out weak breaths as the shaft rammed through pink walls and the head ground against sensitive spots, and fingers curled into her bare skin, nails pinching and leaving marks. "Oh my gosh, you - wow -"

"You're taking it so well," Weiss husked, moving up to cup her bouncing waistline. It was so narrow she could wrap her own small hands almost all the way around it, and a thrill ran up and down her spine. "Come on, Dawn, move those hips for me."

Dawn threw herself down with squeaks and moans, her teeth biting into her lip and her head rolling back in a sweep of luscious blue. Her beanie fell off while eyes rolled up her, showing the pleasure the girl was under. Her hips twerked idly and her ass twitched along her shaft, grinding the hard bulk within the softness of her inner walls. Juices slurped out around the hard shaft and squelched within her velvet depths like a stirring stick in butter, and the obscene noises only made Weiss more excited.

"Damn," she swore, licking her lips. "You're tight, Dawn. Fuck..."

Dawn sighed and moaned as she threw herself down, taking more and more hard cock into her tight teenage pussy moment by moment. Her small hips descended as her cunt gobbled up inches of white cockmeat at a time, and her insides twisted and contracted painfully hard around it. Her dick throbbed with pleasure as it was caressed and wrapped up, enfolded by hot, lush walls and tickled by squirming muscles, and Weiss replied by digging fingers into her waist and beckoning her for more.

"Just like that, Dawn," she groaned, her own head tilting back. Her veins were buzzing with lust, arousal, need, and alcoholic numbness, making her feel weak in the knees. She felt like her stamina was both hotter and lower than ever - burning hot and fast, brief but intense. She put it down to the alcohol itself, but when Dawn felt so damned good, she didn't care how fast it took to reach gratification - she just wanted to feel good. "Fuck, you feel amazing -"

"Oh my God, yes," Dawn moaned, still staring up at the ceiling. She almost panted as she threw herself up and down, riding her cock hard and fast. Her ass hit her lap in muffled thumps and claps, her ass bouncing as it was impaled to the brim. Nine inches of bitchbreaking cockmeat was jammed tight into her tight pussy, and as her bulbous tip hit her womb she let out breathy whines.

She threw herself down at a senseless, paceless beat, not trying for any sort of rhythm or finesse - she was too tipsy to manage it. She was just indulging in the pleasure that rocked through her, chasing it with each greedy drop of her hips, fucking for the simple pleasure of it. Both of them were, and there was nothing higher or finer in any of it. They wanted to get laid, and groaned their approval for one another with each thrust and dive and roll. Hips rose and fell, ass clapping and jumping, her insides twisting and coiling.

"Fuck, yes," Weiss hissed, biting her lip. "Dust, that's - damn - "

Dawn threw herself down over and over again, her fingers clawing at Weiss's shoulders. Her thighs collided with Weiss's in fleshy smacks and her ass thumped down as she impaled herself to the base, sending the shaft throbbing. Tight inner walls caressed her shaft and almost seemed to take the imprint of her cock, such was their squishy tightness. Each time she pushed up walls dragged along with her, pussy lips clinging down nice and tight, creating obscene, wet pops with each movement.

Juices dribbled down and churned inside the velvet heat of her snatch, and it only got messier as time went on. Weiss couldn't say how long any of it was, but it felt so good that time fell away. She just indulged in the feeling of the girl under her hands and dancing on her cock, loving the sensations of pussyflesh rubbing along her hardness without pause. The senseless, messy pace only made it hotter, the raw hunger of it exactly what she wanted at the moment.

As the cute girl continued to throw herself down, her pussy began to tighten - almost fiercely roiling along her shaft, squeezing and rippling in dizzying, intense patterns. It worked at her cock, milking the stiff flesh, roiling it around as it was embedded securely inside of her with wet squelches and muffled thumps. Dawn's moans began to rise up, and where Weiss would have felt shame yesterday, now she just loved the sounds. They weren't the only ones in the washroom moaning, after all, and neither was Dawn the only one eagerly riding cock. The sounds of fleshy claps could be heard all around them, and what they did was just normal.

At least, that was what Weiss told herself, but really, she didn't care. She was loving it, and adored it even more as Dawn's pussy tightened in orgasmic release, her entire body trembling on top of Weiss's stiff pole. Her cock was shoved as deep into her cunt as it could be before Dawn slowed, her pussy quivering and her voice rising in ecstasy, her tunnel suddenly gushing with thick, sticky girl juice. It flooded her snatch in waves that bombarded her dick, and even if that wasn't intense enough, her muscles began to pull and milk at her cock with renewed and almost desperate intensity.

Weiss couldn't hold on. She didn't even try, really. She'd been fucking girls through the day, and this was her first time blowing a load into an unprotected cunt. A part of her knew that was a bad idea, but the rest of her just didn't care. She didn't think she'd see her again, and she doubted, still, that she would impregnate her, even with the incredible risk of a thick creampie - but, really, she just wanted to feel good, and it felt amazing to start unloading herself into her spasming snatch, cumming right into the orgasmic pussy.

Dawn moaned loudly and lewdly as cum spattered across her insides in thick ropes, drenching fluttering pink walls in virile white. The heavy, dense fluid stuck to her walls and filled them up, causing them to shiver even more - and, still, tight muscles milked her cock, gripping it tightly and drawing out more, and Weiss had plenty more to give. Warm strings coated her cervix and stained her womb, and more was sent pumping out with each passing moment from her swollen ballsack. Pump after pump, tremble after tremble, she filled her pussy to the brim with potent Schnee seed, utterly uncaring of if she pumped a baby into the girl or not.

"Fuck," Weiss sighed, letting her head fall back. "This feels - that was great, Dawn -"

Dawn gripped her shoulders tightly, and her eyes shone as she stared down at her. "I've never felt so good," she admitted, licking her lips. "...Wanna do it again?"

Weiss was already thrusting up into her cunt without answering, intent on extracting every last bit of pleasure she could before tapping out. Besides, there were plenty of other stalls for people to use; no one would care if she spent another twenty minutes fucking Dawn's brains out, surely?

By the time night properly came around, Weiss was both tired and thoroughly drunk. Enough so that she had to talk slowly to get her words out as she intended them and for her tread to be clumsier than her graceful body was used to, and she took that as a good sign to head back to her room. She didn't see Yang, but the blonde was the furthest thing from her mind as she stumbled up the steps to her hotel room, her head dizzy and hazy.

She fully intended to head straight to her room, but as she walked along her floor to her room number a familiar face had her stop. Well, not really familiar, but if she squinted, the short, slender figure with large twin tails of hair looked remarkably like the girl that had sucked her off that morning. Granted, she was pretty sure she hadn't been blonde? But she couldn't honestly remember. She did remember how great her mouth had felt, though, and so she put a smirk on her lips as she approached her.

"H-hey!" She said, trying to keep her voice level. "You're - ah - what was your name, again? Ish? Ish - uh - Ish-something? Uh - it's me, Weiss."

"I - what?" The red-eyed girl blinked up at her. "Who are - are you talking about Ishta-"

"Ishtar!" Weiss snapped her fingers and accidentally stumbled into the wall by her side. "Ishtar, that's right. How are you?"

"I'm good? Excuse me?" The girl blinked her pretty red eyes up at her. "I'm, uh, excuse me, but I think -"

"I just wanted to say thank you for this morning," Weiss told her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Ishtar squeaked and trembled, looking far too nervous for someone that had sucked her off so confidently in public, but Weiss couldn't focus on little details. "Sorry about getting rough and all that, but you're really good, and -"

"W-wait," the girl stammered, eyes looking left and right and her hands cradling one another, "I think you're getting a little m-mixed up? I-I don't know you -"

" Course you do," Weiss gushed, trying not to slur and nodding very, very seriously. "You gave me a blowjob this morning and then I fucked your throat!"

"What!?" The girl squeaked, eyes wide.

"And it was very good," she said seriously, still nodding.

" W-wha - "

"But, like, Ishtar," Weiss said, "I'm really sorry for getting so rough? I should -" She paused, squinting. "I should really make it up to you, you know?"

"N-no? No, I don't?" Blonde Ishtar shook her head. "I-I'm not Ish -"

"Wait!" Ishtar protested. "I'm not -"

"No, like, seriously," Weiss said, tugging on Ishtar's shoulder, "Let me make it up to you! I certainly owe you -" she coughed "-you for this morning."

She glanced over to the side, then back at the newly-minted blonde. "My room's right there, I'll make you feel great and then you can, like, go? Yeah."

"You're drunk," Ishtar accused, but Weiss was already tugging her along.

"Not really," she said, trying not to slur, then sniffed. "Maybe a bit. I am very much still c-cognizant enough to return the favour."

"I didn't give you any favour, though!" Ishtar protested as Weiss opened her door. She wasn't fighting against her grip, though, not even trying to pull herself from her hand, so Weiss was sure that Ishtar was playing hard to get. "That wasn't me! I'm not - I'm not Ishtar!"

"Yes you are," Weiss laughed, pushing Ishtar into her room without closing the door. "You look exactly like her!"

"That's because I'm -"

Ishtar's words were cut off with a squeak as Weiss abruptly pushed the girl down onto her bed. The twin-tailed blonde immediately started to clamber up the covers, surprise in her eyes, but Weiss followed her up with somewhat drunk but still very assured movements. She grabbed smooth, feminine legs, sighed at their feeling, and pulled the slender Ishtar toward her.

"Look, I do this for my girlfriend all the - well, not all the time, like, some of the time, but I know it's good," Weiss said, and was almost proud of herself for not stammering. "Trust me, Ishtar, I'm going to make you feel great."

"I don't know you!" Ishtar squeaked as her sarong was pulled up, revealing her bikini bottoms. None of it looked like how she remembered from that morning, but she figured she'd just changed her outfit.

"I don't know you, either," Weiss laughed under her breath, shaking her white head of hair. "It's spring break."

"W-what?!"

Weiss pulled aside the strap of Ishtar's bikini bottoms, not bothering to fiddle with the strings. Ishtar yelped and squirmed and Weiss, not really interested in wrestling with the girl, just went right for her target: her spongey pussy. She figured that Ishtar would be quiet if she showed her some pleasure, and as her mouth closed the distance and set itself against her core with a wet, almost sloppy kiss, it did just that. Ishtar moaned out in surprise, her hips bucking, and the Schnee heiress grinned.

"W-w- holy " Ishtar mewled, surprised and confused all at the same time, and Weiss just hummed into her pussy. She pressed in, her body getting up onto its knees, and her hands moving to cup slender thighs. She braced herself as she kissed her tight pussy, letting her lips travel across the white folds and down into the pink with over-eager movements.

She kissed with surprising ferocity and hunger, her mouth salivating at the taste. Her lips kissed down nice and firmly, squishing down against cute folds, and drew out little whimpers. She leaned in, letting her mouth rub along it, before beginning to pluck at the flushed pink as if plucking at a violin. She teased it with firm, hungry movements of her mouth, drawing out whimpers from Ishtar's mouth. She did it all without hesitation: the only goal in her mind to give the girl head for the head she'd been given in turn, just as was fair.

Weiss did like to think herself as good at it, too, and she'd done it enough to have practice. At least, bringing Ruby to a screaming orgasm was easy, and Ishtar didn't seem too difficult by comparison. Her inebriated state made it hard to move with finesse, though, and she felt clumsier than normal - and far messier besides, with her mouth running with saliva and each kiss messy and sloppy. It left her folds slick with each downward press, but she didn't care - she wasn't trying to be neat and proper for the stranger.

"Oh my god," the girl whined, her hips bucking up. "W-what the - that feels good -"

I know, Weiss thought, but didn't answer with her mouth up against her pussy. She just chuckled against her core, sending it vibrating, and as the girl mewled her tongue lashed out to swipe across the length of her slit. She dragged it through outer lips and down into the folds behind, caressing soft pink and rising up in clumsy flicks that her drunk mind thought was nimble. She left them running with saliva, coating them over in slick wetness that had Ishtar's fingers curling into the bed.

"Wow," she moaned. "Oh, wow, wow, this is - this is insane -"

Weiss lapped at her pussy as if she were drinking it up, running it through and along the flushed pink and delving against the entrance to her sweet tunnel beyond. It swiped up with the broad flat, tracing along, trying to curl into the patterns of letters and numbers. On a whim, her tongue tried to trace out the pattern of her name, but her tongue gave out after the first S and simply attacked the fleshy hood of her clit. Swiping around it, applying pressure, she had Ishtar moaning out loud - so she applied more pressure, pressed in harder, grinding her nose up against her pelvis as she ate out the stranger.

Weiss didn't know if she was so good to make anyone cum or if Ishtar was really needy and deprived, but that was all it took for her to reach climax -her voice rising in stupefied gasps and her hips bucking with eager intensity, all while Weiss licked and suckled and lapped. The warm juices that suddenly hit her face and rolled into her mouth were a surprise, but a good one. She happily and messily slurped up the female honey with her tongue and kept on going at it, eating her out all the harder for it.

"Oh, shit, damn," Ishtar mewled senselessly, "that's so good!"

Weiss kissed her spasming folds and pressing in harder, drawing her mouth across and then slapping her tongue against the sopping lips. She traced out patterns and spelled out her name with a furrowed brow, really concentrating just to see it doe, and Ishtar moaned out happily through it all. When teeth nipped she gasped breathlessly, and when she swiped her tongue in deliciously deep she had her moaning like a whore.

"Yes, fuck, Weiss - that's your name, right? - j-just like that -"

Ishtar even grabbed her head of white hair to pull her in deeper, clearly happy for the pleasure, and where Weiss normally didn't like people to touch her hair, she was okay with it. She was too focused on eating her out to really care, and her movements only became hungrier, hotter, and sloppier as hips bucked and her hand pulled. Her nose bumped into her clit and her chin bashed her slit more than once, and she clumsily adjusted to her rapidly bucking pelvis, but she brought Ishtar more and more pleasure.

"You're so good!" Ishtar squeaked, her legs tensing and her body shivering from lust. Weiss swiped her tongue along to the feeling of her bucking hips and grasping hand, and just kept on going - steadily bringing her to another thunderous climax. Ishtar once more slathered her face in release and sent her entire body into quivering trembles, and Wiess just licked and suckled her way through it all. She almost too eagerly ate her sweet cunt, but she was too delirious to care. "Oh my God!"

She pulled herself away from her core with a messy smack of her lips. She took in Ishtar's flushed face, her ruddy skin, her trembling body, and her very puffy and very eager core, and felt her cock throb.

"Hey," she husked, rising up onto her knees. "Good, right?"

"So good," Ishtar mewled, still trembling in her post-orgasmic glow.

"Good enough for me to fuck you?" She asked, slowly clambering over her. "I won't if you say no, but that got me really, really hard..."

Ishtar blinked, struggling to get a hold of herself through her lust. "I - uh - I mean, I guess? You're, uh, pretty good, Weiss, and you're r-really pretty..."

Her voice trailed off as she blushed, and Weiss, not really thinking about it, just started to tug at her bottoms. "That sounds-"

"Uh, hello?" A new voice cut in, and Weiss, frowning, turned around to the still-open doorway. She was immediately sent blinking as she looked at another Ishtar, her hair black, her eyes red, her hands indignantly on her hips. "What's going on here?"

"Ishtar?" Squeaked Ishtar, and Weiss blinked. "I-It's not what you think -"

"Huh? What I think?" Ishtar hummed mischievously. "It looks like you're getting it on even though you told me you weren't!"

"W-well, I can, uhm, explain -"

"-And you're doing it with my girl," Ishtar teased, flashing her teeth. "My, Eresh, did you get jealous when I told you all about her? Had to hunt you down for herself?"

" W-what? N-no, she thought I was you and she dragged me- '

"Wait," Weiss interrupted, holding up her hands and blinking. "Wait. Er -wait."

She looked between them, then blinked again. "Okay. I'm not that drunk that I'm seeing two of you, am I?" She looked down at her hand and tried to count her fingers. "One, two -no, I'm not, what the heck is going on?"

The Ishtar in the doorway spoke up. "That's my - ah, you know what? Let's just say that's my twin sister, Ereshkigal. Eresh, for short. I'm Ishtar - you know, the one you fucked the throat of this morning?"

Weiss blinked at her, then snapped her fingers. "Of course. I'd intended to eat your pussy as reciprocation."

Ishtar blushed. " Aw , really? I mean, like, I don't want you do, but, that's super sweet of you -"

"-Which I just did," Weiss continued, frowning. "...Didn't I?"

"No, that's Eresh," Ishtar said amusedly. "She's the blonde."

Weiss stared. "...Ah, yes, that makes sense." She looked down at Eresh. "Uh... sorry, then, I think?"

"Oh, no, it was, like, super weird, but the orgasms were great -"

"Orgasms?!" Ishtar squeaked. " Wow , Eresh, wow . You're actually getting my girl to give you orgasms?"

"H-hey! I didn't ask for them! She just started eating me out!"

Ishtar smirked. "Then I guess you won't have a problem if I take my girltoy out for the first round, huh?"

Weiss frowned. "Girltoy?"

"That's not fair!" Eresh whined. "I want her first!"

"I found her first," Ishtar drawled, walking over to the bed with swinging hips, and Weiss felt her mouth go dry - at least, dryer than the alcohol made it. "And, besides, you just got your first turn."

"But I -"

"No buts, Eresh," Ishtar purred, winking at Weiss. "Besides, I want my cutie to pound my ass." She dragged a finger down her chest. "Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Sounds great," Weiss said hoarsely.

"Then why don't you ," Ishtar drawled, clambering up and onto the bed and setting herself in an immediate doggy-style pose, "come here and fuck me in the ass?"

Weiss didn't even hesitate. She noticed Eresh's clear displeasure and jealously, saw Ishtar's lustful blush and clear excitement, but she brushed it all aside as she quickly settled herself back onto the bed, moving from one twin to the other, and mounted Ishtar in seconds. She was too damn horny to think and too drunk to concentrate on anything other than physical pleasure, and she happily slammed her fat cock down on the girl's pert ass.

"That's it, baby," Ishtar purred. "Look at you, knowing just what to do."

It was hard to tell if she was teasing or not, but Weiss didn't care. She just aligned her cock to Ishtar's rearmost hole, not even thinking about the words, only focusing on slamming her cock into her ass. She applied pressure, driving down, listening to Ishtar's suddenly thick mewls and Eresh's scandalized gasp. The cockhead dragged along the entrance before driving down with hard force, jamming through the tight ring of her rosebud and jamming down into the gratifying tightness of her ass.

"Fuck," she hissed, while Ishtar moaned.

" MMmmmmm - yes," she groaned, twerking her hips. "C'mon, Weiss, I know you know how to move those hips of - Ah! "

Weiss, in her current state, didn't need to be told what to do. She just thrust her cock down into the tightness of her ass without a second care, ramming her shaft down through the vice-like tightness, stretching out the vice-like walls with brutal force. Her hips delved down as she grunted with exertion, forcing herself into her asshole. She applied clumsy and eye-watering pressure that made Ishtar whimper just so that she could reach her own pleasure, and she loved it.

"Oh, holy shit, " Ishtar panted. "That's - you feel even bigger in there!"

Weiss just grunted as she pushed down with a hard stroke, burying the majority of her girthy girlmeat into her rearmost entrance. She rolled her hips with as much force as she could manage, sending walls rippling out around her, before pulling back. Ishtar squealed at her movements while Eresh looked on in envy, but Weiss ignored it all as she sought to satiate her own lusts. She groaned at the feeling of tight walls rubbing along her cock as she dragged it out, then, just as firmly, sent it sinking down into the hot embrace of her hole, ramming it out around her length.

"Damn, that's as good as I imagined it!" Ishtar moaned, sounding utterly shameless in her passion. "You really are an amazing girl, Weiss, holy shit - "

"Wow," was all Eresh said, her voice quiet.

The blonde watched as Weiss set herself into an immediate series of thrusts, fucking her black-haired sister with grunts and pants. She grabbed her shapely waistline and held tight as she mounted the ass she was so brusquely fucking, acting more animalistic than she'd ever had in her life. It was the alcohol in her system and the desire swimming in her veins, and she happily slammed down without any of her Schnee grace simply to feel good.

"Fuck me, Weiss!" Ishtar moaned out, happily thrusting back to meet her descending hips. "C'mon, cutie, pound me!"

Weiss didn't need the prompting, and neither did she listen to it. She just hammered down into her ass with hard grunts and groans, fucking into the clenching channel with her broad mast. She stretched it out with each brutal strokes, sending it rippling around her fat length, then drawing out to do it again. Her slab of dickmeat sank in deep, piercing as far as she could manage, her hips descending toward her ass before pulling back again.

She grunted wordlessly as she fucked her asshole, pulling and pushing with as much strength as she could muster. Tight tightness was as gratifying as it was eye-watering, but all she cared about was continuing to feel good, to reach sexual gratification. Ishtar moaned and Eresh watched with wide eyes as her ass was pounded with hard, intense thrusts, her hips clapping down against the plump curve in body-shaking impacts. It wasn't anywhere as satisfying as 2B, but it was pleasurable all the same.

"That's so hot," Eresh whispered, eyes wide. "You're so hot, Weiss…"

Weiss panted as she slammed her hips down, crashing against her ass in loud thwaps as she plunged her shaft in deep. She reamed out the clenching hole with each downward thrust, forcing it apart and fucking it into submission. Her cock was forced down again and again, grinding its way through the textured tunnel, pulling back with lewd noises and them sawing down all over again. Ishtar moaned and threw herself backward, trying to fuck herself onto the impaling cock, and Weiss firmly grabbed her hips to prevent movement.

"Yes!" Ishtar groaned. "Just like that!"

The white-haired girl blinked sweat from her eyes as she sent her pelvis crashing against the fleshy curve of her ass, sending it clapping up. Breasts bounced underneath Ishtar as she was fucked hard and fast, and her entire body began to rock on hands and knees from the force of Weiss's blows. They came at a fast, relentless beat, with Weiss never pausing for a single second. It was an intense pace that would have had anyone moaning, and Ishtar was happy to do so as her tight rear entrance was impaled and stretched out moment by moment, thrust by thrust.

"Just like - hah! " Ishtar tossed her head back. "Fuck - right there, Weiss!"

Weiss, in a fit of action, reached out to grab one of her twin tails of hair. She hauled on it hard, using it as a reign much as she had in the morning, and yanked her head backward. Ishtar shrieked as her neck was stretched, and her moans took on a new, whorish quality as her asshole was reamed out by Weiss's brutally pounding hips. The slender heiress was fucking harder, faster, her pace increasing as her balls tingled and her shaft throbbed.

Eresh watched it all eagerly, already stroking her pussy with her fingers. She indulged in the lewd sight much as Weiss indulge in the ass she was fucking, and her pace only got more intense as she kept on going. She thrust into her, slamming hard and fast, growling out breaths and furrowing her brow in strain. Breaths came out in hot, husky pants, and her hand tugged harder on a black leash, hauling on Ishtar's moaning head. Her backside formed a deep curve as her ass was pushed out, and her hands clenched around the bedsheets with desperation.

"Right there," she grunted, hissing out strained breaths. She was talking entirely to herself, as if it would somehow pace her. "Right - fuck - there - "

She slammed down hard, sending Ishtar into squeals. Weiss didn't care to hold on or pace herself any longer, and immediately let go; having found her pleasure, she didn't need to wait any longer. She came inside of Ishtar's asshole then and there, her body tensing, her face relaxing, her eyes rolling up with bliss. Her shaft throbbed and sent ropes of sticky semen out from the tip and into her depths, spattering it all with sticky, virile warmth. She flooded the hole with her baby-batter, her balls unable to distinguish between pussy and ass and simply trying to pump out their load as fast as possible.

Ishtar moaned just as loudly and just as lewdly, possibly having reached her own climax, and her voice devolved into senseless swearing and cursing. Her body trembled violently, nearly collapsing, but Weiss held her hair and hips firmly and continued to pump out her load without regard. She filled her spasming body up with thick, creamy seed, then dragged herself back out before she was even done. Spurts of seed splashed across her red ass as Weiss pulled back, swiping a hand through her white hair.

"Intense," she groaned. "That was intense."

"That was so hot, " Eresh gushed, hopping up onto her knees.

"So good," Ishtar moaned out whorishly, her body hastily twisting. "Gosh, Eresh, you're gonna love her -"

"Yeah, I think I will," the other girl replied, licking her lips.

Weiss squinted, still panting. Her face was sweaty with strain, and her cock was tingling with the pleasant sensations. "Uh -"

"Help me get her ready for round two?" Eresh asked her twin.

"Absolutely," replied Ishtar.

Weiss was still blinking in confusion as the two girls tackled her and forced her down onto her back, leaving her stunned and surprised. She certainly wasn't complaining, though, not as they both went straight for her cum-stained pillar of cockmeat, which had only softened a fraction after cumming. They knelt beside her, peeling off bikini tops to bare modest, perky breasts, and looked at her with hunger.

She did nothing but moan happily as the two identical girls immediately attacked her cock, their heads lowering until they were flush with her pillar and their four long streams of hair pooled against the bedding in lakes of black and gold. Mouths crashed against the sides of her dick with horny passion, slurping at the cum-coated meat without hesitation. Lips pressed in tight as they locked around her girth, struggling to cover a wide swathe of it on the first attempt alone, and the pleasure of it made Weiss moan.

The two girls were ravenous, just as horny as she was, and the fact that they were twin sisters going down on her cock was as mind-boggling as it was hot beyond belief. The fact that they were utterly obsessed with her cock was even more arousing still, and Weiss Schnee just moaned as they pressed in against her sides with lust, kissing at it with vigour. Messy kisses were planted along each side as both sisters worked at it, lavishing it with their depraved attentions from either end.

Ishtar's mouth closed around one end with an open-mouthed kiss and pulled, slurping up thick cum. She suckled on a section of pale cockmeat as she pressed down again, drawing another moan from Weiss's lips. She pulled back only to press down again with her mouth parted, and lips moulded to the shape of her throbbing girth as she sucked on it hard. She slurped on it from her end, her red eyes dilated as she stared at the shaft lovingly; almost as if she were obsessed, in fact.

For all Weiss was concerned, she could be as obsessed as she wanted to be - she didn't care one bit, save for the amazing feeling of it. She threw her head back and groaned as Ishtar suckled on one end with almost vacuum-like motions while her sister, instead, pressed almost loving kisses along her shaft, sweeping up and down with the softness of her mouth. She rubbed them along the length of her throbbing girth, and it felt like silk sliding along her sensitive shaft. She groaned her approval, which seemed to make both girls preen.

Eresh rose up, kissing her cock as she went, planting prim and proper marks along the sensitive shaft. She sucked up saliva with each hot press, cutting through the white matting with press after press. She worked her way up and down as Ishtar wrapped her mouth around a hard flank and sucked hard, wettening patches of hardness with the hot attentions of her mouth. Her tongue attacked it while it was buried in the opening of her lips before pulling back with a wet slurping noise that made her dizzy to hear, leaving strings of saliva connecting her lips to the fat cock she was servicing.

"So big," Eresh cooed lovingly.

"So thick," Ishtar husked adoringly.

They attacked it from either end, kissing, slurping, and licking. Eresh's tongue rose up and down the hard shaft with flicks and licks, using the slim muscle to caress as much as possible at a time. Ishtar kissed hungrily, showing far more passion than her sister, pulling at stiff cockmeat with velvety, rolling lips. The two licked her cock in tandem, worshipping it with their hot mouths, and Weiss let her eyes close and a content hum rise up from the depths of her throat.

"Good girls…" She hummed, not really speaking to them, but they moaned appreciatively against her cock all the same. They left wet, sloppy marks along her fat dick, leaving saliva rolling down the mast to drizzle over her balls. At the same time they shuffled into her sides, kneeling beside her, getting in closer and closer. As noses brushed against her shaft from how deeply they nuzzled it, their soft breasts hung down and grazed against her thighs in a way that made her want to sigh with pleasure.

Ishtar pressed kiss after kiss into the hardness, rising up her flank with lustful presses of her drooling mouth. Her nose brushed into the vascular underside as she moved, and each time she pulled away she did so with thick strings of drool to bridge the gap. Eresh kissed in a rough synchrony with her sister, but instead of attacking it viciously she rubbed with her lips and licked with her tongue in smooth arcs that left saliva dripping down. She was no less eager, though, and each swipe of her tongue felt like the blonde was trying her hardest to taste her.

"You two are so hot," she admitted, still speaking out loud. "This is all so hot…"

The twins went down on her; one presenting a head of blonde, the other of black, and both bobbed along her nine-inch bitchbreaker with relish. They were loving it, every touch like the purest of pleasures for them, and Weiss was loving every moment of it. She groaned as they worshipped her fat cock between their mouths, and watched with hazy eyes as the two rose up in tandem, crouching beside her, hands lowering.

"Together?" Eresh asked her sister across the fat, vascular girth, her words purring into the hard surface.

"Yeah," agreed her twin, her red eyes clouded over.

Weiss didn't know, at first, what they were talking about, but she very soon understood as both of them pushed their breasts up with their hands. Both sisters collected the firm, youthful masses of breastflesh in their palms. Their tits weren't all that big, not like many of the other girls she knew and saw, but together, they were a fluffy cushion of softness that was quickly pushed against the hardness of her lofty girlcock.

She groaned at the barrage of softness that surrounded her, unable to comprehend the pleasure of two twins putting their tits around her cock, clearly intent on not only a double blowjob but a double titfuck as well. The saliva-coated length was quickly caressed by soft, lush tits, which wrapped around it in a smooth embrace of skin, and at the guidance of their hands, squished in against it. The pleasure was intense, and her cock throbbed happily for it.

Modest chests formed a squishy pool that surrounded her cock in no time at all - each pair individually unable to cover her massive fuckstick, but together wrapped securely. They didn't mind that their own saliva was lathering their chests, nor that they were touching tits. They happily put themselves to the task of fucking her cock with their chests, and with flicks of their wrists, had their breasts rising up the heavy pillar, stroking it with their luscious softness.

Weiss, again, moaned out her approval as the two treated the hard expanse of cockmeat to their twin breasts, surrounding it in warm skin and caging it in squishy pleasure. The two girls happily brought their chest up her hardness, sliding them along the throbbing flanks, folding them around the midsection in a pliant seal of jiggling skin, and then pulled back down again. Wet squelches echoed out as saliva was churned between their tits, and their cleavages were quickly lathered with the fluid of their mouths.

They fucked the cock through the wet pocket of their combined cleavage, and as the sisters leaned into one another, it was hard to tell where their breasts started and ended. The flesh rolled up with mind-numbing intensity, and as the saliva was mashed and churned between them, it made the cock-shaped hole of flesh sticky-hot, almost humid. Weiss gasped for it, bucking her hips up to feel more of it, and the twins just continued sliding their breasts along, fucking her cock with their sliding chests.

Her cock was too big just for that, though, and even then, they didn't miss a beat. As they dragged silky tits up her cock with palms tightly clamped around them their mouths resumed their lustful licking and kissing, this time only focusing on the upper inches of the marble obelisk. Ishtar slurped on it wetly while Eresh licked, sending new lines of saliva raining down onto their rising and falling mounds. Their tits were too tight and firm to really bounce or jiggle, but that let them manhandle them against her all the better.

Weiss loved it all, and was practically panting for it. When Ishtar sucked on her throbbing cock-tip with her lips surrounding the head, she moaned loudly; when she pulled away and allowed Eresh to lick the underside of the pulsating crown, she gasped with pleasure. The two of them worshipped the upper reaches of her girth and sent saliva slurping down into their rising tits, which was churned between the softy, fluffy masses. Her dick throbbed harder and faster as it was serviced, her balls already aching, and the feeling seemed to make both girls more excited.

They stroked her cock with both hills of silky skin and lapped at it with the hunger of their tongues, treating it like their favourite toy - or the cock of their lover. It was almost amusing to Weiss that one of the most common fantasies was being provided to her through a case of mistaken identity and when she was in a mind-drunk state, but she indulged in it all the same. She watched as saliva bubbled up between the lines of her breasts and whimpered as their mouths slurped on her dickmeat, all of it proving to be too effective.

They fucked her to the edge of bliss in no time at all, and her pulsating mountain of fuckmeat began to engorge amidst their fluffy cleavage. Both twins felt it, and both of them worshipped her even more, looking as utterly intoxicated as she was. They kissed, licked, and titfucked her until she came, eagerly coaxing it out with each lewd ministration, and only cooed as Weiss grunted, thrust her hips upward, and blasted their faces with the sinfully thick release.

Both Ishtar and Eresh cooed happily as the first rope of sticky semen plastered one white cheek, and then ran across the nose of another. Hot, heavy strings of cum splattered their faces, hitting her forehead and her chin, down across her lips and over cheekbones, decorating faces in gooey fluid. They took it excitedly, tongues reaching up to lick it off their faces - and then turning to one another, kissing it off their faces in lurid acts of incest that made her body tingle.

They kissed one another and licked at their cheeks as cum began to flow through their slick cleavage, running down over the perky slopes in long strings of white. It pooled along the tops in slick glazing and drenched the pocket of their tits in hot fluid that warmer her spasming slab of girldick. She moaned aloud as she came for the second time that night and added to the uncountable tally of the day, her balls able to draw upon an almost endless reservoir of baby-batter to paint their tits and faces with.

Weiss should have been exhausted from it all, and she was tired. She felt it in her bones and in her eyes; her body knew it needed sleep. Her mind, though, and her cock were not in agreement, and the only thing she wanted to do was extract every last bit of pleasure out of the lurid encounter. Without even waiting she flung herself up, forcing tired, weary muscles into motion, surprising both girls and sending them spinning away from her - only for Eresh to be captured by her hands and thrown down to the bed in a huff.

"Oh, Weiss!" The girl giggled, seemingly happy for the wildness of it. She was blushing and happy, but Weiss brushed aside the tell-tale signs of a crush and just grabbed her slender body with her small hands and tugged.

She pulled her back and hauled on her legs all at the same time, forcing them up and over her shoulders. She leaned into her without hesitation and without even speaking, moving like a wild animal in the last few frantic moments of the day. Eresh was hauled against her and her legs were pushed down as she mounted her, forcing her into a lewd mating press in just a handful of seconds. Her cock was painfully hard and begging for action, and despite her aching, tired body, she happily slammed down.

Eresh moaned breathlessly as Weiss simply rammed her well-prepared snatch with nine inches of hard cockmeat in a single rush, filling her up with every last throbbing inch at once. It was too much too quickly for a girl like her, and she squealed loudly as her cervix became a punching back for her throbbing, cum-smeared cocktip. Her pelvis bucked and her toes flexed, but the white-haired girl very easily forced her down against the bed.

"Fuck her, Weiss," Ishtar coaxed nearby. "Fuck h - fuck my twin nice and good, baby."

"Yes, please," Eresh agreed in a moaning voice, "make me fee eeholyfuck- "

Weiss rammed her cock down with little more than a grunt, fully committed to the senseless breeding frenzy. Her hips drew back, tugging the thick, vascular length out in a fast rush of movement that made her pussy squirm and the girl gasp happily, and before she was even halfway out she was reversing course and slamming it right back into her gushing channel. Liquids squelched around her, bubbling up between her pussy lips, forming a slick ocean for Weiss to bathe her cock in.

She didn't give herself any time to do that, though, and just pulled herself back and thrust forward in the same breath, her shaft slamming down into her tight folds with little more than a grunt. She forced herself down, stretching out her velvet channel in a rush of motion that made Eresh's limbs tighten and her voice rise in a squeal. Her voice turned breathless as her cocktip hammered into the entrance of her womb, sending her into a series of potent quivers that delighted Weiss.

"That looks so good," Ishtar purred, watching them intently. "How is it, Esh?"

"So - hah! - good!" She replied breathlessly, twisting and turning on the sheets.

"So tight," Weiss groaned, thrusting down without listening to either twin. She was too lost in the senseless fucking ad the pleasure of a female body, and all she wanted to do was make her cock feel better. She wanted to indulge more and more, and sheathed her fat shaft into her sopping tightness with ever-increasing ferocity. "So fucking good ."

She panted as she threw herself down, fucking Eresh with hard strokes. Her hips sawed backward and forward, slamming her hips into the backs of the blondes hoisted thighs. Her legs flopped against her shoulders as they were bent like twigs, with her entire body folded and pinned under the slender white-haired girl. She fucked her in the mating press with deep strikes, forcing legs ever closer to her head. Balls swung pendulously and slapped against the curve of her ass, bouncing and bashing and making eyes water pleasantly.

Eresh wheezed as she slammed her rubbery cocktip into her womb, treating it like a pincushion to hammer against. The breath was driven from her lungs with each impact, and her slender body trembled underneath Weiss's thrusting, fucking form. Her hips swung with more and more force than a person of her build should have been capable of, leaving both of the twins in awe. Or, at least, the one that wasn't getting her brains fucked out on a stranger's mattress.

"Yeah, baby, fuck her good, " Ishtar purred, biting down on her lip. "Gosh, what a stud you are. Maybe we should keep you all to ourselves, hm?"

"Whatever you - fuck - say," Weiss growled, her mind too dizzy to concentrate. She was focused on sex and the pursuit of pleasure, and if Ishtar wanted to flirt, she could do that - but she was going to just keep reaming out her sister. She left the blonde flush-faced and breathless, her voice coming out in squeals as her cunt was plundered in hard, brutal strokes, her insides absorbing each thrust and then quivering because of it.

She panted on the bed, her blonde hair a carpeted mess around her face. She twisted and turned as Weiss went balls-deep inside of her on each titanic thrust, impaling her cunt like a sword in need of a sheath. The girl gasped and wheezed, with hands grabbing pitifully at Weiss's slender shoulders. She tugged her in, pulling on her, clearly wanting more, and Weiss, growling, gave her just that with each downward thrust. Her pelvis clapped against her thighs and sent her ass quivering, making the room go thick with slapping flesh.

The skin went red as she hammered into Eresh's cunt like a nail, pounding her into the bed like a squeaky toy. She moaned for it all, clearly loving it, and Weiss didn't hold back in giving it to her. She screwed her into the mattress until the sheets tangled and dampened with the sweat dripping off her body like raindrops, for the strain she was under was almost overwhelming. She'd been working her body hard for the entire day, and she hadn't exerted herself so much outside of training at Beacon.

It was a glorious pleasure, though, the strain welcome despite its intensity, and each grunt was a mixture of bliss and stress. She hammered down again and again, driving her thick rod into Eresh's velvet depths, adoring the feeling of her gushing snatch gripping onto her cockmeat. She thrust into the juice-coated tunnel over and over, frantically, desperately rolling into her, doing nothing short of greedily indulging in the pleasure. There was no higher purpose to it than pleasure, and satisfaction was filling every bit of her.

"Weiss!" Eresh gasped breathlessly, "Weiss! Weiss!"

Amazing, she thought, slamming herself down hard. Bodies rocked against one another and legs flopped as she pounded her in the mating press, and, in turn, caused the bed to squeak. Flesh clapped in meaty thwaps as she laid into her with punishing jabs, sending curves wobbling and bouncing. Even her own small chest jumped on her chest as she hammered down again and again, her breath panting out in short, strained gasps.

"Fuck me, Weiss!" Eresh moaned, just as strained, just as weak. "C-cum inside me! B-breed me, Weiss, fuck - !"

Weiss was only following enough her words enough to hear her say cum inside and breed. It was like everything she ever wanted to hear, and she eagerly, almost desperately, slammed into her hot pussy. Her balls tightened, rose, and throbbed as she hammered down, her cock pulsating within her tight sheath, her orgasm rising. She'd cum inside other girls, sure, but this time it was for the simple desire to impregnate - and she didn't even think twice about it. She was barely thinking at all, in fact, and her girlfriend, her girlfriend's sister, and the Schnee name all just melted away as she pounded down for a few final strokes, simply chasing the pleasure -

"D-dust!" She swore, driving down hard. Her last thrust saw her cock buried into the base, and almost instantly she came again - hot, fast, intense, and with insane force. Her balls tensed hard as she ground and rolled her hips, grinding her fat dick through her churning cunt, and shivered with bliss as ropes of hearty seed splattered Eresh's womb.

The blonde cried out with delirious satisfaction as her insides were bombarded with warmth, her cervix drenched with rope after rope of hot, sticky seed. It slurped across her entrance and sank into her womb in no time at all, attacking it with the same breeding ferocity that Weiss had used to pound her brains out. It soaked through, filling her baby-making cavern up to the brim, stuffing it until it overflowed, while the rest of her tunnel was swimming with virile release.

Weiss only grunted and groaned with each throb of her cock, spitting out more and more seed by the moment. She rolled her hips and bucked them to coax out more, draining the last droplets of thick baby-batter from her balls and making sure to pump it all out into the fertile girl. She didn't even think about how risky it was or the baby-making aspect of it, but just threw herself into it for as long as she possibly could, doing nothing more than indulging in pleasure.

Eresh continued to whine in pleasure as she was pumped full of baby-batter, but Weiss started to pant and groan. Her balls felt empty, her cock aching - she was running on dry, and now she was thoroughly empty. No more steam in her system, no more energy in her body, all of it spent in one last rush of exertion and rendering her a gasping mess. She couldn't even push herself off her, but rather slumped down, breathing hard. Eyes lolled and her eyelids drooped, and she felt -

"Whoa, there," Ishtar purred, "can't have that. "

Ishtar touched her, and Weiss, in an instant, felt revitalized. The touch of fingers against the back of her neck sent thrumming energy through her body, and her veins started burning with energy. She gasped, feeling like she'd just been electrocuted, and pushed herself up. Her spent cock which had just started softening thickened in an instant, rising up and filling out, and balls began swirling with seed. Her breast burned and her eyes were wide, like she'd just taken a shot of pure adrenalin.

"W-wha -"

"Goddess of lust and fertility," Ishtar said proudly, and Weiss just blinked.

"You're Ishtar," she said dumbly.

Ishtar scrunched up her nose. "That's what that means.

"Means what?"

"It - forget it," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Look, we are nowhere close to done with you yet, baby, so you're gonna need that stamina boost."

"Yeah," Eresh agreed, still impaled on Weiss's cock.

Weiss looked between them. She took in flushed, beaming faces, and stared at pupils that almost seemed to form the shape of hearts. It was closer to attraction than it was to simple arousal, and the two were almost definitely crushing on her. She didn't know if it was because she was that good at sex or if they just wanted someone to fuck their brains out for the duration of the night, but either way, Weiss was more than happy to help out.

Turn a blind eye, and all that, she thought smugly, licking her lips. "Sure thing, babe. Both of you can have as many turns with me as you want."

They both beamed with pure adoration and loving desire, and Weiss smirked in a way that was wholly un-Weiss-like. It is spring break after all. Might as well indulge...

Chapter 2: Second Day of Spring Break - Camie, Tifa, D.Va, Mash

Summary:

This chapter: Camie (MHA), Tifa (FF), D.Va (Overwatch), Mash (FGO)

Chapter Text

Weiss woke up slowly, and she woke up gradually. It took some time for her to blink herself into wakefulness, and she took her time in wiping away the blurriness from her eyes. She yawned and stretched her arms up above her head, but kept her eyes closed for a moment longer as she did so; relishing, however brief, the satisfaction of resting her eyes.

It took her a moment longer to remember that the bed was that of the hotel, and it wasn't her nice, fluffy bed back home. She'd gotten used to the stuffy things at Beacon, so it wasn't as much of a problem as she expected. That, and her mind noticed just how much warmer it was; not quite hot, not overbearing like too many bedsheets, but a soothing sort of warmth that was all nice and silky and -

She blinked. As she slowly woke up to her senses, she noticed that there were not one, but two pairs of arms wrapped around her body. Her eyes widened for a long moment as she took in the two women pressured into either side of her, both just as nude as she was and both of them earnestly snuggling into her flanks like cuddly koalas. One had a shock of blonde hair and the other a rich olive black, and both were breathing softly as they, presumably, had pleasant dreams.

Weiss opened her mouth, wet her lips, then clamped her jaw shut. She stared down at the two of them with brows furrowed and confusion etched across her face, struggling to pull up memories of the night before. Realization came slowly, but they came steadily her drinking, her partying, the twins the endless marathon of fucking. She remembered just how much she'd drunk and just how silly she'd acted, and she remembered just how much she'd fucked.

She was somewhat embarrassed. her pale cheeks went red as she realized just how much fucking she'd done, and just how silly she had acted when she was drunk - with the girl at the party, with the others, and especially with mistaking a blonde with her black-haired sister. She almost cringed at her own stupidity for having made such an obvious mistake, and the fact that it had worked out and gotten her laid with twins - sisters? - was absolutely mind-boggling.

Weiss brought her hand up and pressed it against her face. Dust, I acted like such an idiot. Fuck. I can't believe I drank that much -I can't believe I fucked that much. I - Shit.

She winced. I cheated on Ruby. Multiple times. That's - fuck.

She bit her lip. She felt horribly guilty about it, but the guilt was tempered out by the absolutely breathless fun she'd had yesterday. It was hard to feel bad about something when it felt so good, and a part of her was still miffed that Ruby had to back out from the trip. She wouldn't blame her, but she certainly didn't feel all that bad about what happened because of it.

A yawn broke her concentration, and eyes flicked down. The ice-blue of her eyes met with a bleary red as she stared down into the waking face of the blonde twin, and Weiss had to wrack her brain for a long second to remember her name. The blonde, Eresh, offered a little smile, then pulled herself up with the warm arms wrapped around Weiss's midsection. She bit her lip as Eresh approached her face, but she didn't shy away or flinch back.

A soft kiss was pressed against her lips, then drawn back. "Hey. Morning."

"Uh - good morning?" She offered politely, her brow wavering. "Eresh."

"Last night was great," the girl breathed, then leaned in for another kiss. For a moment, Weiss was as still as a statue to feel lips against her own; but, after another moment, she relaxed into it, allowing herself a tiny bit of enjoyment.

"Yes," she replied when Eresh pulled back again.

"Can we hang out again?" She asked sleepily, and Weiss licked her lips carefully.

"Sure? Sure."

The girl yawned again and nodded, clearly far more tired than Weiss was feeling. She slumped right back down like a toy with the batteries taken out, and seemed to fall straight back into sleep right like that. The things she'd done in bed last night were still somewhat hazy to Weiss, but she did recall how Ishtar had done something to her to make her keep on going, and she distinctly recalled pounding them both into the mattress more times than she could possibly count. She'd run a train on them until they were fucked stupid, and just looking at their slumbering bodies made her realize just how hard she'd gone at it.

"...It'll be a miracle if you two wake up before noon," she said somewhat awkwardly, a strange little smile on her lips. She wasn't quite sure how to take the memories or the knowledge of what she'd done, and it left her feeling distinctly... odd. both proud and satisfied and a little guilty all at once.

Shaking her head, Weiss began the long, arduous process of untangling herself from the two girls. She was sweaty and sticky from the labours of the night before, and she could really feel it all on her skin. She wanted a shower, she wanted her makeup, skincare, and hair routine to be finished, and she wanted it done asap. It was probably already late in the day, and the last -

It was about then that the partition between her room and the adjoined room opened. Two rooms, double beds - her and ruby, Yang and Blake. Only, both of them were alone, the entire room to themselves, and that meant a girl like Yang both had no boundaries and no one to distract her when she was alone. She practically barged into Weiss's room without even offering a word of warning, pushing her way inside like the brute she was while casually swinging her yellow top around in her hand.

"Fucking damn," Yang whined, her head cocked back. "You'd think in a fuckin' place filled with sluts and horny dudes a hot chick could get laid, but noooooooo , shit."

She sighed, then rolled her head over to Weiss. "Hey, Weiss."

"H-hey," Weiss replied slowly, her eyes wide. Her attention was very much distracted from her teammate's bombastic attitude and firmly focused on her fat, naked chest. Yang had little sense of propriety or decency, and she walked into her room without her top on. Her bare, curvaceous tits were left on full display as she walked into the room, each step causing a miniature bounce to pass through them, and the white-haired Schnee was almost struck entirely dumb.

She wet her dry lips and stared. Her tits were large double-D's: perfectly rounded masses of sun-kissed skin that looked delightfully round and mouth-wateringly heavy. They hung down from their own weight and yet were still somehow firm, and when capped with her pink nipples, they looked appetizingly perfect. Weiss stared at them for several long moments before she was able to tear her eyes away, and even then, she could only think wow, I wonder how they taste…

"I just can't believe," Yang whined in front of her, her every movement sending her plump breasts bouncing, "that no one wants a piece of this. " she waved her hand in front of her, and Weiss swallowed hard. "Are these people blind? Like, seriously. "

Yang appeared more than a little grumpy and entirely pissed off that she apparently got no action last night, and that made Weiss more than a little awkward with what she'd done. Her eyes flicked off to the bed and then over again anxiously, almost knowing what was about to happen.

Yang looked over as well, and her face morphed from a grumpy and put-out expression to one of pure confusion, then dumbfounded surprise, then shock, then, finally, dawning shock. "W-what the f- fuck, Weiss?!"

"Don't - not so loud," she stammered, "they're sleeping still -"

"I don't - you got twins?!? " Yang half-yelled, her voice surprised, indignant, and envious all at once. "How the fuck did you get twins???"

"I- things just turned out that way? It's a bit of a story -"

" Twins? Hot babe twins?!? " Yang shook her head, very obviously not at all happy with Weiss. "How. The. Fuck. Did. You. Get. Two." She shook her head. "I didn't get anyone !"

"H-hey, I just - " Wiess shook her head. "Look, can we talk about this after? I'd very much like to take a shower, and you're not exactly… uh, dressed."

Yang blinked at her. She leaned in, sending her chest bouncing appetizingly, then put two hands on her hips. "Are you serious right now?"

"Y-yes?"

Yang narrowed her purple eyes. After a moment, she grumbled her assent, and Weiss breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"Bull-fucking-shit," Yang declared, slamming her glass down on the bar counter. It was her third beer so far, whereas Weiss was on her first - she was taking it easy, taking it slow, and pacing herself. She remembered the last day's craziness, and she wanted to temper that out with some level-headed decision-making. "I call BS on that."

"What?" Weiss frowned at her. "That's… what happened? That's just the story. There's nothing to call BS on?"

"There's no way that - they just fukin' fell over you, Weiss," Yang whined, tossing her head back and downing another beer. Weiss would have felt concern for her, had Yang not had a stomach made of steel.

"That's… what happened, again," Weiss repeated flatly. She raised her own tin of beer up to her lips and took a dainty, casual sip, all while raking her eyes around the bar. "I'm just laying it out for you, is all. I don't need approval or validity for it."

Unlink yesterday morning where all Weiss wanted to do was retch and scoff at the slutty girls parading around the spring-break beach, she now actively indulged in it. She unabashedly checked out every single girl around the bar with her scanning eyes, taking note of gorgeously tight bikinis wrapped around hot bodies, staring at pretty faces, and flicking her lips up as she admired bouncing cleavages and wobbling asses.

It was a big contrast to the day before. There were a lot of hot girls walking around, and without any barrier between her mind and her dick's wants, she happily checked each and every one of them out in turn - wondering how they'd be in bed, how they'd feel against her hands, or how they'd take her cock. She knew it was a slutty thing to think about, but with so many gorgeous girls walking around as if supermodels on a runway, she couldn't help herself.

Or, she could, but did not want to. She felt as if she deserved the relaxation and lewd laxity - especially since she'd just carried Ishtar and Eresh back to their rooms with Yang's help, and such a gentlemanly feat certainly deserved some ogling of bouncing tits in compensation. Probably.

"You weren't drinking this much the day before," Yang accused, and Weiss glanced over at her. "...Say… how are you not fuckin' super hung over right now?"

"I… don't know?" Weiss answered, and that was the honest truth. She did not know, and she hadn't even thought of it since she had woken up. She supposed she should have been really hung over with how drunk she'd been, but she felt fine - perfectly normal and lucid, in fact. Huh…. maybe something to do with whatever Ishtar did to me?

Yang humped. "Whatever - keep your secrets, Weissicle."

She rolled her eyes. "Please, don't."

Yang snorted into her beer. "Whatever."

"...Yang, what's wrong now?"

The busty blonde glanced at her. "Oh, I dunno. Me, hot babe, couldn't get laid - you, total stick in the mud, apparently fucked, like, four girls yesterday? Kinda unbelievable."

"I'm -" She shrugged. "I don't know how - wait, I am not a stick in the mud -"

"Makes no sense," Yang continued, "'Cause you are so not a better lay than me."

She raised an eyebrow. "Whatever floats your boat, Yang."

"That's it!" Yang announced, slamming her beer down flat.

"What's - do you even know how to have a proper conversation -"

Yang jerked a finger at her. "You, Weiss, and me, are going to have a competition. "

The white-haired girl blinked slowly. "Have you lost your remaining brain cells?"

"Not at fucking all!" Yang declared, her teeth flashing in a broad grin. "We're going to have a competition to see who can get laid more. "

Weiss blinked. "No."

Yang laughed. "Of course you'd say no. Afraid of losing?"

"This is stupid, Yang."

"You're afraid, " said Yang obnoxiously, "because you, Weiss Schnee, are just extremely lucky."

Weiss sputtered indignantly. "I am not lucky - "

Yang pointed a finger at her, cutting off her word. "Yes, you are! There's literally no you could land so many girls otherwise. You're just the luckiest bitch on the beach -"

"Okay, screw you, Yang," she huffed, pale eyes narrowed and slender nose flaring. "I am not lucky - "

"Then prove it!"

Weiss's lips formed a thin, even line. On the one hand, she knew she was doing something really foolish and exceedingly dumb; on the other, she was not going to let Yang offend her with the implication that she couldn't manage to get a girl. "Maidens - fine. We'll have your stupid little challenge, Yang."

"Perfect!" Yang said smugly, her teeth still barred in a wide grin. Much like Weiss, Yang started to check out the bar's patrons as well. She began to scan through each of them in turn as if looking out for the best possible match, and Weiss rather indignantly stared at her with her mouth agape.

"You mean know ?" She asked, still staring.

"Yup," Yang said smugly, the letters popping out from between perfect lips.

"...And you're going to try and pick up a girl ?"

"We're both going for the same girl," Yang declared, "because you're not better at fucking a girl than me, and I don't even have a dick - "

"-Crude-"

"-So. Both, same girl, whoever gets her into bed wins."

Weiss rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Yang. Whatever."

"Oh! That one !" Yang said abruptly, finger pointing, and Weiss followed her gaze.

Right into a disaster scene.

There was, admittedly, a rather gorgeous girl at the far end of the bar's back entrance. Her body was outrageously curvy on a level similar to Yang's, and it was wrapped up in a black one-piece bikini that was entirely unwholesome to look at. There were slits along the sides to reveal creamy skin and a giant cleavage window that let her lush double-D's pop out. A lush, narrow waistline and wide, flared hips completed the look, making her seem less like a schoolgirl on a beach party and more like a supermodel ready to strut it.

Wiess - and her dick - approved.

However, what she was looking at was the furthest thing from it. The guy in front of her that had clearly just been hitting on her looked like he wanted to retreat into the floorboards, and his face a bright, beet-red. The girl with honey-blonde hair leaned into him with an almost blank expression, her hazel eyes wide and her lips puffed out - but the words coming from her lips were hardly innocent, and though she seemed to say them without malice, the guy evidently did not take them as such.

"Like, you're just not that hot? Like, totally not, like, worth my time?" The honey-blonde was saying, her hand casually twirling a lock around her finger. "You're kinda like... bottom of the barrel? You know? I wouldn't want to spend my time with you, or, like, have any fun. You're really not that good looking -"

And on, and on, and on, until even Weiss almost felt bad for the guy. She looked at Yang, who looked back smugly in turn. "...Dust. I almost feel bad for that guy…"

"Better hope you've got more luck than him!" Yang announced cheerfully, patting Weiss on the shoulders.

Weiss grimaced. "Her? Are you serious?"

"What, not up to it?"

"She's -"

"I dare you to hit on her, Weiss!" Yang declared, her forearms pushing into the bartop.

Weiss licked her lips. She knew exactly why Yang was doing it: she expected her to get chewed out and insulted by the blonde girl just as much as the guy was; clearly, she wasn't someone who wanted to be hit on. She also clearly didn't have the social graces to know no to ruthlessly insult the person she was dismissing, and Weiss didn't exactly favour her chances of coming out unscathed - but, she also knew that Yang was an insufferable winner, and the last thing she wanted to do was say no after having made the bet.

"Fine," she huffed nervously. "I'll hit on her, and we'll see how things go. Okay?"

Yang only waved her fingers as if to say get going, and Weiss, still huffing, did exactly that. She swallowed her nerves along with a mouthful of beer and walked straight over to the gorgeous-looking blonde that so rudely turned down the last guy to approach her and readied herself to get reamed out verbally. At the same time, she frantically tried to figure out a pick-up line to catch her attention… or something of the sort.

"Gosh," she settled for the moment she approached, "that was pretty ruthless, huh?"

The blonde turned toward her, and her big eyes blinked. Her lashes were long and manicured, showing just how much care she put into looking good - and she looked amazing. She was a bombshell, and Weiss very much approved. "Huh?"

Weiss jerked a thumb over at the red-faced man retreating off into the crowd. The other hand casually pulled her can of beer to her lips, trying her hardest to make it all seem effortlessly cool. "The guy you just told off?"

"Oh!" The girl blinked twice. "Oh! Yeah, like, no, I wasn't telling him off, just telling him, uh, like, no, you know?"

Weiss sniffed. The girl's words weren't exactly coherent, but if she tried hard enough, she could make a sentence of proper English out of them. "...Well, he certainly seemed pretty put-off. He must have been really bad at pick-up lines to get you so -"

"Salty? Like, yeah, he was pretty bad," the girl laughed, and Weiss tried not to frown at her verbiage. "Plus, like, he's not exactly good lookin'? You know?"

"Eh," Weiss shrugged. "I wouldn't know. Beautiful women are my type, not annoying dudes."

"Yeah?" The blonde raised her eyebrows.

"Definitely," Weiss replied vaguely, but kept her questioning innocent. "So, what did he say to piss a girl like you off, huh?"

"I dunno, wasn't really paying attention - he's tooootally not my type of dude," the girl said, sounding almost like an airhead. "Buuuut, like, you're kinda pretty, huh?"

Weiss blinked slowly, then raised an eyebrow. "Am - Ah, I mean, I'd like to think so."

"Like, super pretty," the girl said matter-of-factly. "I'm really into good-looking people, you know? And interesting ones. That scar makes you look super interesting."

Weiss snorted. "Well, thank you. Not many people say that."

"They should," said the girl, and then winked coquettishly.

Weiss opened her mouth, then closed it. She tilted her head, took a casual sip of her drink, then smiled. "I should introduce myself - my name is Weiss Schnee." She winked. "Do I get to know yours, or should I leave before the insulting starts?"

"Camie Utsushimi!" The blonde declared, waving her hand at Weiss even though she was just a few meters away. "A pretty girl like you can tooootes know my name. You honestly look kinda fun - are you fun, Weiss?"

"On occasion," she said naturally. "Depends on who I'm with, and how interesting they want me to be."

Camie bit her lip. "So, like, are you flirting? 'Cause you talk super fancy and I don't know much about fancy."

Weiss blinked slowly, then cocked her head. "Sure, let's call it flirting. Is that okay?"

"Suuuper okay!" Camie gushed. "Because, you're honestly super cute, and I'm kinda bored of all these boring people trying to pick me up."

"Convenient," Weiss drawled, "because I'm trying to pick you up. No need to be bored if you're with me, right?"

Camie smirked at her. "Hey - like, wanna just get outta here? Like, you're hot, I'm hot, we can just totally get down to it?"

Weiss took in a confused breath. "You want to get out of here… already?"

"Skip the talking stuff, get to the fun stuff." Camie winked at her and grabbed her wrist. "I kinda just wanna fuck, and I bet you're packing, Weiss."

Oh my Maidens, Weiss thought. They're all horny sluts.

She swallowed roughly, and outwardly put on a suave grin. "Sure, Camie. That sounds like fun. "

Camie only giggled as she started to drag Weiss out of the bar, leaving stupefied people in their wake.

They did not make it very far. Camie seemed to have no wish to take the lewdness further than she had to, and all they did was move over to the neat picnic bench set out just behind the bar. Hell, before they were even out of the door the honey-blonde attacked Weiss's lips, slamming their mouths together roughly and plunging her tongue down inside with a sort of fervent lust that was impossible to predict and hard to expect.

Weiss, though, matched effortlessly, letting the blonde's tongue slid into her mouth and wrapping arms around her at the same time. She allowed herself to be led backward as she made out with her, kissing her mouth firmly and nudging lips together with a soft squishing noise that sent life down to her cock. Camie's lips were plump cock-suckers that were perfect for kissing, and the white-haired girl groaned against her as they covered her own from top to bottom and practically moulded to the shape of her mouth.

Tongues twisted and tangled as Weiss's arms caressed her backside. In a bold movement she cupped Camie's ass, and the blonde groaned into her lips with clear delight. Emboldened, Weiss sent her fingers in deeper, groping the girl's incredibly fat ass with her small hands. She squeezed into the plump mass and pressed down with her palms, letting it all squish down and squeeze out in thick bulges only partially covered by her black one-piece; she rolled her ass and kneaded it like bread dough, their tongues twisting and turning all at the same time, kissing breathlessly.

Camie did something similar, too. Her hand moved down to Weiss's simple boardshorts and pressed down hard against the front, casually feeling out her bulge. She cupped it with her slender fingers and giggled as she applied pressure, and that made Weiss growl. Her hips bucked into her hand and her lips kissed harder, pulling on the blonde's tongue so firmly that she gasped. Weiss took control of the kiss from there as she was led backward, her head diving down to knock foreheads together and her mouth kissing with bruising fierceness.

Her mouth squished down Camie's plumper, fuller lips, and her hands mauled her soft assmeat as if it was putty. She squeezed and groped until it bulged, and Camie groaned happily into her lips. She pressed down on Weiss's package more and more as it started to thicken and rise, and apparently, that delighted the girl - but Weiss was focused only on getting them to their end-goal.

Weiss was spun around by Camie, and a giggle washed against her kissing lips. The blonde broke it with a smile and a coquettish wink, then licked her lips from top to bottom. Her hand pressed against Weiss's bulge, and that sent blood rushing down quickly. The other hand played with the waistband of her shorts, and the simple touch was more than enough to get her blood pumping in her veins.

"Let's get you ready," Camie giggled, sounding little better than a sorority girl at a party - and Weiss honestly didn't care; it was hot. "'Cause I love having a cock in my mouth."

Fuck, Weiss thought, watching as Camie dropped down to her knees with the ease of a natural-born slut, she's a grade-A whore.

Camie was quick with her work, clearly not wanting to waste any time at all. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down rather sharply, forcing them down around Weiss's ample hips and across her flat pelvis all at once. It was a forceful movement that caused her fat cock to flop out into the open air, and being in its semi-had state, it nearly smacked the blonde right in the face.

Camie gasped as she stared at it with wide eyes - and Weiss almost swore she heard someone else gasp, too, but it was too distant for her to be sure. "Holy shit! You're huge!"

Weiss swallowed thickly. She was getting hornier and hornier by the moment, and seeing such a gorgeous bombshell of a slut on her knees in front of her was terribly arousing. Still, she tried to remain proud and confident as she said, "I know. If it's too much for you..."

"Oh, it's never too much," Camie cooed, running her tongue over her plump lips. Her fingertips trailed along Weiss's flat pelvis as she lowered her head, breathing heavily against the hardness of her stiffening cock. "Let's get you nice and lubed up, cutie..."

Weiss could only watch as Camie, without using her hands, lowered her head against the hardness of her prick. Right then and there, practically in public, the girl set her plump lips against the hardness of her shaft, and she kissed it lustfully. It was a hot, heavy press of her mouth, a kiss meant for worshipping cock and not for tender lip-locking. The touch made the Schnee girl groan, and the blonde husked against the heavy meat.

She kissed up the side of it, moulding her lips to the shape of her throbbing meat. She roved up with each hot, tender press, squishing down just enough to make her groan. Her plump mouth was perfect for kissing cock, and Camie clearly knew what she was doing, too. She expertly made out with the white pillar of flesh, rising up without the use of her hands and then sweeping down to caress the meaty underside with the hot attention of her mouth.

"Nice," Weiss groaned, biting her lip and looking down. She watched as Camie's head of blonde hair almost disappeared under the meat of her cock, her face nuzzling into the throbbing, vascular underside, and her lips kissing at a constant, heady pace. She layered kiss after kiss against her, with each touch getting slightly wider. Heat bathed her sensitive, stiffening girth as her mouth parted, and lustful kisses turned into aroused suckles as the girl planted her mouth down and started to tug.

Weiss groaned softly as Camie rolled her plump lips against the fat girth. She pulled at it in lewd, suckling kisses that were audibly wet and palpably lewd. It was satisfying and sexy to watch, and it only became even hotter as the girl's tongue rolled out of her mouth and slurped along the hardness of her shaft, sliding up across the vascular underside and toward the bulbous head. Another groan left the white-haired girl's lips as her cock was stroked by a warm, fluttering tongue that dripped with hot drool.

"D-dust," she swore, her eyes firmly focused down on Camie's head. She watched the girl nuzzle into her hard girth and drag her tongue along in wet licks that left saliva rolling down, her face pressing in so close her nose rubbed against her. She got even closer as she pressed her lips against it in a lewd kiss, then rolling her soft, plump mouth against her harness to drag the wet tongue across the throbbing girth.

Camie didn't speak, and appeared totally obsessed with Weiss's dick. Her head moved up and down as she licked at the hard flank, wetting it thoroughly before moving on with a lustful lick. The flat of her tongue dragged across the head of her shaft before curling around the bulbous underside, drawing another moan from Weiss's lips. Camie went back down, kissing the underside of her prick and lowering herself until it was almost using her forehead as a cockrest. She found the sight unbearably hot; it was sexy, lewd, and everything her aroused mind wanted.

Camie went back up again with a series of kisses and licks that left her dripping with saliva. The cock flopped down, but she adjusted perfectly as she rolled her mouth against the hard head and bathed it in softness. Her lips were lush and full, and when pressed against the head, they were like two plump cushions. As a tremble passed along her almost fully-hard cock, the blonde smiled coquettishly - then, opening her mouth wide, latched right onto the head.

"F-fuck," Weiss hissed, teeth digging into her lip. She watched as Camie, without delay, started to go down on her hard, throbbing cock - her mouth wrapping tight, surrounding the upper inches in a vice-like grip of perfectly smooth skin, then rolling against her hardness as her head swept down. She pushed inches into the warmth of her saliva-soaked mouth, much to Weiss's satisfaction - and through it, her tongue continued to curl and roll, treating her to a wonderful massage. "Oh, that's good…"

Camie went down on her cock with an easy roll of her neck, slurping it up into her mouth with a particularly wet noise. Her lips wrapped tightly, but they remained like two perfect cushions as they cupped and caressed her fat girth. They rolled against her as the blonde's head steadily dropped, impaling her lush mouth on inches of hard dickmeat at a time. Her tongue rolled, caressed, and massaged with sticky noises Weiss could easily make out, and she found it an impossibly sexy sight.

The blonde moved without pausing, without stopping. She didn't even need her hands to suck the cock, and just immediately started to roll her head and bob up and down- -dragging back with a fluttering of her tongue and a grasping of her lips, sliding the thickness from the warmth of her mouth and out into the open air with a wet squelch. She paused at the head and wiggled her head from side to side with a sloppy gurgling noise, almost as if getting it ready for herself; then, she dropped down again, pushing it in deep.

"Fuck, Camie, that's so hot," she groaned, still biting her lip. The blonde dropped her head back down with little more than a sloppy giggle as acknowledgment of her words and shoved her mouth full of hot, dense cockmeat all in a rush, lubing it up with her spit. She messily sucked upon it before pulling back again with a wet slurp, and saliva dripped down the towering shaft as her mouth retreated.

Again, she pushed down, and again, she pulled back. Her blonde head of hair bobbed and dropped as she slobbered over the cock, and messy, sticky noises filled the air as she sloppily blew Weiss's thickness. Inches of hard cokcmeat were caressed by her warm mouth with each passing moment, dropping, rising, and falling, her throat gurgling. Drool bubbled up out of the corners of her lips as she pushed down over and over again, her neck rolling as she added more and more finesse to the lewd blowjob.

It was the second time in two days that Weiss had a girl just go down on her like a total slut, and she was loving it. Her cock was fully hard, stiff from top to bottom, and Camie happily sucked on it as she tried to get it nice and wet. As her head bobbed oh-so-lewdly her hands finally joined in and wrapped around the turgid midsection, cupping it in smooth hands and then twisting along in time with her mouth - stroking it, almost lathering the white meat with saliva.

Finally, Camie popped off. She released a loud, lewd gasp, then licked her lips messily as she sloppily stroked the thick, saliva-coated cock. She cleaned up her face as she pumped the hard girlmeat, then flashed an airheaded smile up at Weiss. Her hands pumped and twisted as she worked drool into the hardness, lubing it up until she was nice and satisfied, but each motion produced wetter and wetter sounds that bordered on obscene.

"Wow, you're so big," Camie cooed, her long lashes fluttering. "This is gonna be soooo much fun..."

"I agree," Weiss said hoarsely, her desires burning hot and fast. She didn't know why she was becoming such a horndog, but fuck if the girls weren't worth it.

Camie giggled at her words - then pushed on Weiss. It was a hard, firm push, and the white-haired heiress stumbled back. She hit the bench and was forced into a rough sitting position where her cock pointed up like an obelisk of lubed-up whiteness. Camie stared down at her for a long, lustful moment, her lip captured between her teeth. Then, she spun around, presenting the delightfully fat curve of her ass to Weiss, and she plopped herself right down on her lap.

"Camie?" Weiss questionined, but a groan left her lips as the blonde began to twerk her ass against her. She subtly rose and fell, pushing the fat globes of meat against the hardness of her shaft, steadily grinding and rolling. The other girl mewled with exaggerated sluttiness as she stroked herself, and Weiss became increasingly aware of her pulling the strap of her slutty one-piece off to the side.

Naked cunt lips rubbed against her hardness, and pleasure short through the white-haired girl. Instead of questioning what was happening, she put her hands on Camie's hips and helped her grind along, no longer caring if she got to see her tits bounce or not - she just wanted to fuck, and if Camie wanted reverse cowgirl, that was fine with her. She groaned as hips rose higher and higher and her wet pussy rubbed along her cock, and she sighed as the head snagged against her lower entrance.

"That's it," Camie sighed, her hips rising up. Her cunt squished against her bulbous head as he rubbed herself sluttily, clearly liking it. "Aaaaalmost..."

She pushed down, and Weiss moaned as her cockhead entered the tightness of a new girl's cunt. A hot blonde was grinding in her lap and pushing dick into her pussy, and Weiss was beyond thinking about how strange it all was - she just grabbed her hips, held her firmly, and enjoyed the way that Camie pushed herself down on her lap and onto her thick cock. The blonde mewled as inches of hardness slipped through her too-tight snatch and up into her pink depths with little more than a roll, the wetness and eagerness more than enough to overcome the size differences.

"Ohhhh, that is so good," Camie cooed, her blonde head of hair rolling. Weiss was very much inclined to agree, and she gripped her wide hips firmly as inches of her hard dick was shoved into the girl's hot pussy at a messy, almost frantic pace. Camie wasn't taking it slow, and seemed to just want to bury it all inside of her as fast as she could. She twerked her hips and rolled her ass as she descended, gobbling up inch by throbbing inch at a rapid fire pace, all while sliding her barely-covered ass against Weiss's lap.

"You're tight," Weiss complimented in a sigh, her fingers digging into the girl's thick waistline. Camie giggled and rolled her hips, shoving the final few inches of fat cockmeat into her clenching depths and holding herself down in her lap delightfully. She rolled her hips again, grinding the fluffy meat of her ass against her thighs and squishing inner walls against her wrist-thick girth, providing them both with sinful pleasure.

"And you're so big," Camie moaned. She held herself down all the way as she lifted her legs onto the bench, flexing thick thighs and plump calves as she prepared herself for a proper riding session. Weiss realized she was going to be on the receiving end for once, and she was absolutely fine with it.

She watched as Camie rolled her hips and pushed herself up with her surprisingly strong thighs, her plump and thick body hiding a lot more athleticism than she could see. She slipped up her hardness at a quick, easy pace, sliding her inner walls across her throbbing dick until only the head was nestled in tight folds. One of Camie's hands reached down to brace the hardness, allowing Weiss to see her titanic pillar poised for entry - a truly gorgeous sight, in her not so humble opinion.

"Gosh, I love big, fat cocks,' Camie cooed, then shoved herself down in one greedy tush that sent them both moaning. Weiss could only groan, in fact, as Camie just rammed herself down on about nine inches of throbbing girlcock, shoving it into her velvet snatch at a pace that was far too fast to follow and almost insane to think about. The girl was a true whore through and through, and instead of being overwhelmed by the amount of cock she took, she seemed to love it. "Oh! So good!"

"Fuck," Weiss hissed, her hands gripping Camie's hips firmly. She felt them buck, and watched them rise up. Inches of hard cockmeat rolled out of her clamping depths as she rose, and the friction sent shivers of delight through Weiss. Cunt lips gripped her girldick nice and tight, pulling along with the simple extraction in a way that was delightful to look at.

Camie shoved herself down just as quickly, dropping onto her fat spear of a dick at a quick, messy pace. Her insides swelled in glorious accommodation and her pussy clenched tightly in return, providing a perfect grip that left Weiss's cock throbbing. Her head bashed into her steaming depths with a little thud, and the entire tunnel contracted in a series of pleasant ripples that made her moan. Juices and saliva slurped out lewdly as they were relentlessly squelched, doing their job perfectly as lubrication.

"Such a good dick," Camie moaned, her head rolling and her honey-blonde hair fluttering. She rolled her hips and pushed herself up with her thighs, extracting broad swathes of white cockmeat from her tight snatch at a time and then dropping herself down onto it with a hard rush of movement. Pussyflesh glided along her hardness until her fat ass thumped into her lap, and Weiss was treated to the glorious sight of a perfectly round butt slamming down and jiggling against her.

All she could see was Camie's tight back wrapped up in a black swimsuit and her barely-covered ass bouncing in front of her like two lush hemispheres, and it was a sight she loved. Sure, Camie didn't have an ass like 2B, but Weiss really enjoyed the way it was rising and falling on her cock, riding her lap at a messy, frantic pace. It rose up with a soft wobble and then dropped down with a fleshy jiggle, and each meaty thud of impact had it compress down like a sponge for a brief instant.

"So hot," Weiss sighed, her hands moving away from Camie's hips to rub along her ass.

"You're so fucking hard," Camie groaned, her hips rising and falling as she pushed herself up and down. She wasn't just riding Weiss's cock, but actively pushing with her legs and slamming herself down like a machine; she was taking her like Weiss was nothing more than a convenient toy for her lusts, and the heiress was a-okay with that. "Oh, you're filling me up, like, sooooo much, Weiss, holy shit -"

As she bounced along, Weiss grabbed hold of her doggy ass. She pulled on her swimsuit to bare the peach-coloured globes, leaving the black fabric to pool together like a thong. She cupped the gloriously heavy mounds of flesh as they bucked and bounced in her lap, only letting go to hear them slap down against her pelvis with meaty thuds. Her cock throbbed with pleasure as it was stroked by tight female insides, and the collected juices churned like messy butter.

"Oh, fuck me," the blonde moaned. She was like a natural-born slut, vocal and eager in everything, and Weiss indulged in the relative submissiveness of her position. "Gosh, you're so thick - you're throbbing -"

"Your ass is fantastic," Weiss told her - not the first time she'd said the words, and not the last. "And your pussy is so tight, baby -"

"So big!" Camie gasped, apparently heedless of her words. "Oh, fuck, es, so big and thick -"

Weiss chuckled to herself. She gripped onto her bouncing ass and sank fingers in deep, mauling the doughy flesh until it bulged out. She squeezed and gripped tightly as it bounced along with each flesh of her thighs, her attention firmly focused on the round butt alone. It thumped down into her lap with ringing class time and time again, and she was mesmerized by the ripples that passed through it each and every time it moved.

It was only natural, really, when Weiss pulled her hand back and slapped it powerfully, sending the flesh bouncing off to the side in a rush. Camie yelped, and her insides got even tighter, much to Weiss's bliss. She groaned at the sudden pressure exerted on her cock, then slapped the other cheek just as hard. Flesh rippled off to the side and bounced up pleasantly, and the sound it made was both lewd and delicious to listen to.

"Wow!" Camie moaned and giggled at the same time. "You really are a good one, huh?"

"Of course," Weiss purred smugly, casually kneading one asscheek with one firm hand and slapping the other with her upturned palm. Each time she slapped her, Camie's insides got tighter - and still, the girl never stopped her riding, meaning that she had the tightest sheath possible wrapped around her fat dick. "I always please my girls..."

"I like the sound of that," Camie purred, her hips rising and falling in flesh-clapping arcs. "Gosh, fuck, I love it when a guy - uh, girl? - slaps my ass -"

She rode the cock hard and fast, her thighs pushing herself up and down. Her cunt got tighter each time Weiss slapped her amazing ass, sending the flesh all bouncing off into a tremble. It clapped down against her lap so hard it squished down into a soft pillow of creamy flesh, then rose again with a little tremble that she was happy to sink her fingers into. It wasn't something that Weiss did often, really, but she got into it oh-so-easily. It was nice to have a girl praise the hardness and the fierceness, and she took advantage of it.

"Fuuuuuuck, juuuust like that," Camie moaned, her backside forming a near-perfect curve as she slammed herself down again and again. She knew how to ride cock like a pro, leaving Weis to wonder just how many people she'd fucked before - but she honestly didn't care. Camie wasn't girlfriend material, but fuckbuddy material - and she was happy to abuse that as she slapped her ass so hard that the flesh started to go red and watched it clap without shame.

"Throw that ass back, Babe," Weiss groaned, "Fuck you're so good at taking my cock..."

She slapped her ass again, and delighted in the rippling. There was a red mark in the shape of her hand on it already, much to her joy. She kept at it without stopping as Camie rode her harder and faster, her breath coming out in panting moans as her insides got tighter. She was gushing wet, her juices slurping out in thick, honey-like waves of lewdness, coating Weiss's shaft in stickiness.

"Hey," Camie asked breathlessly, looking over her shoulder for a brief moment. "So, like, can I record this? Wanna get it on my feed, y'know?"

Weiss squinted, her concentration torn and not at all focused. "What?"

"Is that, like, okay?"

"W-uh-sure? Sure, whatever," Weiss dismissed, not at all paying attention as that fat ass whumphed down on her lap in cock-stroking impacts.

"Awesome!"

Weiss wasn't paying attention. She honestly didn't care as the gorgeous, slutty blonde raised her phone above her face and got a good downview shot of the two of them fucking, recording it all on camera for the express purpose of posting it on social media. She was sure that wasn't a good thing, but she was too preoccupied to notice or care about it one bit; each drop of Camie's fat ass brought her great pleasure, each jab and roll making her cock sing with bliss, and each happy smack of her hand making the whore moan.

"Fuck, yes," Camie panted. As Weiss slapped her ass she squealed and threw it back harder and faster, much to her pleasure. She husked out a sigh and moaned as the ass clapped down and was mauled by her hands, and she expressed her pleasure as it sank into her lap. "F-fuck - fuck -"

She threw herself down and smooshed her ass into her lap as she happily took her cock, and Weiss just as happily gave it to her. She smacked her ass as she was ridden like a stallion, enjoying the pleasure assaulting her fat length and groaning as it throbbed potently. Her balls ached with desire, and she wanted nothing more than to fuck herself into completion. Joy tingled along her dick as the fucking continued at a breathless, breakneck pace, but even then it was slowing, dulling down, getting mellow.

Camie was visibly close, but so, too, was Weiss. Her cock was throbbing hard, almost pounding, and every last pulsating inch was slammed into the blonde's tightness with glee - Camie's glee, at least. She shoved herself down heedless of what she was doing, her ass twerking along in time to the slaps of the Schnee's hand, enjoying every last moment of it like a total slut. The white-haired Heiress enjoyed it just as much, and as her balls started to throb insistently with the need to cum, she didn't hold back. Weiss knew she was quite honestly beyond the point of thinking about where she dumped her loads; she just did.

"Holy shit!" Camie squealed, shoving herself down one final time as Weiss's thick load started to spurt into her unprotected depths and grinding her fat ass in her lap. The white-haired girl groaned and grabbed hold of plump flesh as her cock throbbed explosively, sending rushes of white seed through the blonde's pliant, squishy snatch. Liquids bubbled as her baby-batter sloshed through it all, and walls fluttered hard as the climax proved too intense.

"I'm c-cumming!" Camie gasped needlessly. Weiss was more than aware; she could feel her cunt spasming, her inner walls clamping down and milking her long cock, almost begging her for cum. She only groaned as the two of them came at the same time, their releases mingling into a thick, sloppy mixture that dripped down through her tunnel. Her meaty Schnee fuckmeat sent rope after rope of hearty white seed into her tunnel, splattering her innermost barrier with the virile stuff.

Camie gasped and groaned and rolled her hips in her lap, dragging herself backward and forward so fiercely that her insides bent around wetly. Her walls pulsed and milked her pulsating cock, and the breeding-rod happily pumped out more and more cum for her to drink up. Her cunt practically guzzled her Schnee seed down, and Weiss enjoyed every last moment of shooting her load into a hot, clenching young woman.

"Fuck," she moaned, her head lolling - much as Camie's was. Both of them held still as they came together, and both of them moaned together as they gradually tapered off into a lull. The blonde breathed heavily as she continued to grind her hips in Weiss's lap, stimulating herself for a few more moments and drawing up a few final spurts of cum from the thick, dense cock. "Soooo good, wow - "

"Yeah," Weiss replied somewhat hoarsely, her voice thick and unsteady. Hands left Camie's grinding ass to rub along her stomach, feeling out her curves and her soft skin with something like greed. Before she could cup her breasts, however, the girl with honey-blonde hair just popped off of her lap and sprung to her feet with the sound of a wet slurp, causing cum to fall and the cock to flop down.

She groaned, but Camie spun on her heel casually as she adjusted her outfit into a semblance of modesty, then leaned in so far that her breasts bounced and her cleavage was right in front of Weiss's eyes. "Wow! You're really good!"

"Tha-"

"Can I, like, get your phone number?" Camie asked excitedly, and Weiss just blinked. "We'll totes meet up soon, yeah? Just got some, like things to handle-"

She snatched Weiss's scroll from her hands before she could even do anything, and numbers were exchanged in less than a second. Weiss was wholly taken aback by her speed and perkiness, and Camie kept on going like a steam train. She swapped numbers, winked coquettishly, then just skipped off, leaving the white-haired girl sitting on the bench with a wet lap and an even wetter cock.

Weiss couldn't complain. She got to watch Camie leave with her hips swaying and ass bouncing, saw her wave, wink, and blow a kiss to someone around the corner, then dash off like the hottie she was. She -

Weiss blinked. It was Yang around the corner, staring at them with something like annoyance, and the Heiress licked her lips. Guess she saw some of this? Ah. Welp…. Guess I won this part of the contest…

Yang marched back to Weiss with a sour look on her face, and the white-haired girl pushed her sunglasses up to get a better look at her. She didn't appear happy at all, and she expected her oncoming angry rant before it even came. Sighing to herself, she sat up on the tanning bed and stretched her arms out, preparing herself for the worst.

"Fuck off, " Yang grumbled, her hand furiously twisting at her hair. She scrunched up her nose and similarly whipped her sunglasses off, showing annoyed purple eyes. Weiss was not really looking at her face, however. Her attention was much more firmly focused on bouncing tits barely held up in a skimpy bikini and the sway of wide, childbearing hips.

"I'm… guessing it didn't go well?" Weiss offered, looking over Yang's shoulder at the distant blonde-haired male she'd left.

" No, " Yang growled. "Apparently, the dude's gay or something."

Weiss winced sympathetically. "Well, I suppose that doesn't really count?"

" Dude, that's three 'nos' so far," The blonde lamented. "How the fuck do I - " she waved at her bombshell body "-keep striking out? Fucking ridiculous!"

"Er, yeah…" Weiss wasn't quite sure what to say, because she agreed. Yang should have been getting laid left, right, and center, but she wasn't… for some odd reason. "...Sorry?"

"Whatever," Yang dismissed. She flopped herself down on the tanning bed beside Weiss, and she tried not to stare at her bouncing chest. "...So?"

Weiss flicked an eyebrow up. "So?"

"I had my turn," she grumbled, "now, it's yours. Who're you going for?"

Weiss didn't want to mention that she was currently very solidly winning the 'who can pick up more people' contest, and that there was no point in competing anymore -so she didn't. She left it aside as she cleared her throat and looked off to the side. "See that group over there?"

Yang followed her gaze. "Yeah?"

"It's a push-up contest," Weiss explained, flicking her finger out. "Bunch of guys, couple of girls. The one with the black hair and the, uh, red eyes? She's winning the whole thing."

Yang squinted, and Weiss knew she was looking at the same person. Tall, broad of shoulder, her hair dark like a black olive and her eyes a colour like crimson. Her arms were as built as Yang's, and her stomach just as defined - sharp arbs, a firm body, and ceramic-pale skin to tie it all together. She was a total hottie by anyone's standards, and Weiss was very much interested in banging her. It was a lewd thing to think about, but she was beyond pretending she wasn't listening to her dick.

"Kinda looks like me, in a weird sorta way," Yang chuckled half-heartedly.

Weiss twisted her lips around. "Why, because you're both muscular?"

"I - I dunno." Yang frowned, grumbled, then shrugged. She stretched her arms up above her head and sent her side-boob wobbling, much to Weiss's visual pleasure. "So, you gonna go over there and hit on her?"

"Yeup," Weiss drawled, watching as the woman was handed the first-place prize. "Wish me luck."

"You'll need it!"

"I won't," Weiss said smugly, rising to her feet and setting her sunglasses on her forehead.

"You'll come back here empty-handed," Yang chirped in a sing-song voice, and Weiss laughed.

"Sure, Yang. Sure. "

She left it at that as she walked away, focused firmly now on her goal of hitting on the black-haired girl. Tifa, she'd heard her being called - but she was too far away to really know for sure. She strutted boldly toward the muscled girl as she cheered along with the people congratulating her on her win, downing beers all in one single breath and then crushing the cans in her palms with a flexing of her powerful biceps.

She was a strong girl, no two doubts about it - the fact that she won a push-up contest guaranteed it. Her body, despite her strength, was voluptuous and curvy, with gorgeous, plump tits and a wide pair of hips that might have exceeded Yang. She wore a very classic white and black bikini that had no added sluttiness, but when wrapped around her curvaceous bombshell body, she looked like a natural knockout.

Weiss wanted a taste.

She approached the cheering group with steady feet, and as they all jostled one another in celebration, she snatched up one of the beers. Then, idly, snatched up a second drink - this one some sort of canned wine she hadn't seen before, and flicked it open with her thumb. She took a long sip to steady her cool nerves and make her seem more fun-loving, then focused herself very firmly on 'Tifa'.

"Yo, nice one!" A dude said, clapping the black-haired girl on the shoulder. She laughed, reached around, grabbed him in a sort of arm-lock, and grinned.

"Thanks!" She said, her teeth flashing in a broad, earnest grin. It captivated Weiss, and not just because she was horny - the girl was hot. Beautiful, even.

"Good job, Tifa!" Shouted another, shaking her hand then rubbing shoulders.

"Yeah, maybe next time you'll beat me, huh?"

Another chorus of laughs greeted Tifa's words. Weiss was somewhat out of place in the circle of jocks and well-built individuals, but she weaved her way through them easily and laughed along with them oh-so-subtly. As Tifa reached back for another drink, Weiss quickly jutted her hand out and offered up hers, and the strong hand clamped down around it - but Weiss didn't let go. She held it just firmly enough that the black-haired woman had to look back at her, focusing her red eyes on the Schnee's much shorter frame.

"I know I'd never beat you," Weiss laughed, "but good job! That was quite the show… Tifa, was it?"

"Yeah?" Tifa flicked an eyebrow up. She tugged the beer from Weiss's hands and popped the tab with her thumb. "Yeah, that's me. You don't really look like the type for these sorts of things…"

"Weiss," she said, then inclined her head as she drank. "Oh, I'm really not the working out type… but I do love watching a girl do push-ups like that. Muscles, strong bodies…" She laughed. "I do have to say, it's a bit of a kink of mine."

Tifa laughed as she drank her beer down in a few gulps. "That must have been a treat for you, then, huh?"

"Oh, it was, " Weiss half-purred, a smooth smile on her lips. "You've got a wonderful body, if that's not too bold to say. I rather enjoyed watching you beat everyone in the push-up contest - very sexy."

Tifa laughed again. Her cheeks seemed red, but whether it was from exertion or the alcohol, Weiss couldn't say. " Gosh, you're pretty forward, huh?"

"Am I?" A smile played at Weiss's lips. "I'm just very interested, is all."

Casually, almost too boldly, Weiss ran her fingers along Tifa's strong abs - swiping across the gently defined ridges with just the tip, making her interest as clear as possible. "I think I could offer you another workout, if you're feeling up for it."

Tifa laughed again, and this time the sound was louder, more amused. " Wow, you are bold!"

Weiss laughed, too. "I'm just used to getting what I want, is - ohwaitwa- "

Tifa grabbed her by the arm and just started to yank her, dragging her across the sand like a puppet. At the same time she tossed her can backward and waved her hand once in parting, much to the amusement of her friends. "See you in a bit, guys - I've got a prize to enjoy!"

"Later, Tifa!"

"See ya!"

"Have fun with the babe!"

Weiss was still sputtering as Tifa hauled her up and over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, showing not an ounce of difficulty in manhandling her. The Schnee's eyes were wide as she was carried through the crowd, down the beach, and toward the much more secluded areas by palm trees and picnic tables, all as if she was just a convenient toy that had managed to find itself in the stacked amazon's sights.

It was kinda hot, Weiss had to admit - but also oh-so-strange for her.

Weiss coughed. "So…"

"Relax," Tifa hummed. "We're going to have a bit of fun, like you said - been a while since I've had a good lay, to be honest."

She dropped Weiss in a huff, and her back thumped down on a conveniently-placed lounging chair - one of many lined across the area, but no one was taking a break under palm trees when the sun was shining. It allowed them some modest privacy, and that was all that mattered to Tifa, it seemed. She smirked down at Weiss as she rested there, and the Schnee smiled up at her in turn. Eyes raked across her curvy body with satisfaction, and her fingers flicked out in a coy gesture.

"Well, if I'm your prize," she drawled, "have fun, Tifa." She winked. "I've come to like being ridden…"

She trailed off, but her sultry words were met by nothing more than a laugh. She frowned as Tifa pulled on her board shorts and tugged them down, extracting the already-thick length of her cock with a grin. The black-haired bombshell didn't even speak as she hefted the meaty prick up with her hand, admiring it with her rough fingers wrapped tight.

"Wow," she purred, "you're big. I don't get to enjoy big girls often…"

Weiss flapped her lips. "Be my guest ohholyDust- "

Tifa wasn't even taking note of Weiss. She grabbed Weiss's legs like twigs, then pushed them up toward her white head of hair -then split them apart, widening them all at once. Weiss's eyes went wide as Tifa rose up, pushed one leg over the other, and tugged aside her bikini bottoms with a rough little shove. Realization only dawned when the powerful, stacked, and athletic woman was hovering right above her, snatch ready for impalement.

Holy fuck, Weiss thought, eyes still very much wide. She's going to fuck me amazon-style this actually happens in real life what the fuck?!?

Weiss wasn't even allowed the chance to think about what was happening. She didn't get to realize the gravity of the situation or what kind of woman she'd just hit on, and as soon as realization had dawned, Tifa was already slamming down - and she slammed down hard. The white-haired girl cried out as the muscular girl impaled herself full of hard cockmeat in one single drop, burying every last throbbing inch of Schnee fuckmeat into her tight pussy in a single movement that had pelvises clapping loudly.

"Fuck!" Weiss cried out, her hands reaching back to grab at the iron frame of the tanning bed.

"Shit!" Tifa groaned. "Oh, fuck, that's some good cock, Weiss!"

Holy shit! Weiss thought, her body shuddering from the simple powerful blow. She was in shock that Tifa threw her down and mounted her in an amazon position, and more shocked by just how easily she'd slammed down on her cock. Her legs were stretched, her pelvis almost sore, and the wild look in the black-haired woman's eyes made it clear that she was only getting started.

Truly, she was. In the next moment she was pushing down Weiss's legs like twigs and forcing herself up, dragging her velvety snatch off of her thick, throbbing pillar of cockmeat right then and there. She pulled hard and pulled fast, fighting off her own clinging pussy lips and forcing her insides to swell out around it. The friction was delightful to Weiss, but the sheer strain of what the athletic girl did was enough to make her groan and squeeze her eyes down.

"Let's see just how good it is, though, huh?" Tifa said boldly, a pleased laugh in her throat. She pulled on Weiss's legs as she dragged herself all the way off her throbbing dick, then poised herself for another drop - and Weiss could only watch as she did just that. Her hips fell and she impaled herself all the way up to the hilt, slamming her folds full of nine meaty inches and hammering her hard pelvis down against Weiss's soft, noble-born body.

The girl reeled back from the blow as it sent shudders along her lean, slender frame, while Tifa only moaned with delight. She rolled her hips with a strong, muscular contraction of her stomach, sending abs flexing and rippling, then pushed herself off at a blindingly fast pace that seemed to defy belief. She unstuck herself from nine throbbing inches in the same time it took her to impale herself, pulling all the way off with a wet popping noise, then immediately did the exact same thing with another loud moan.

"Oh, yes!" She groaned out, lip captured between her teeth. Her strong, rough hands gripped Weiss's legs tightly as she started to buck her hips and bounce herself on her towering slab of a dick, getting right into it just as if she were knocking back a beer. The Schnee heiress could only watch and whimper as the tables were flipped and she was oh-so-suddenly fucked in the most submissive way she could think of, her body treated as nothing more than pretty-looking stick with a good dick attached to it.

She groaned as Tifa swung her hips and slammed them down at a pace too fast to follow, burying inches of her meaty girth into her tight depths all at once. She pushed herself down with a groan of her own and a biting of her plump lips, putting the utmost concentration in the lewdness. She threw herself down, crashing onto the hard spear of a shaft with firm, unyielding drops of her pelvis, and it thudded against Weiss's with fleshy thuds like the ringing of a drum.

The slender white-haired girl positively wheezed each time the muscled woman dropped. It was almost too much; the position exotic and stressful, her body not built to handle such roughness. Tifa was strong, and she was putting all of her muscle into each drop, slamming down onto her meaty pillar like a dildo and burying it into her clenching depths like a toy. She brought her hips down over and over without showing a single sign of stopping, and the clapping of flesh drew winces to Weiss's eyes.

"H-h-holy f-fuck!" Weiss gasped, her hands pulling on the chair's frame. She bit her lip and stared up at the muscular goddess of a woman as she hammered down over and over, slamming onto her fat, throbbing pillar of cockmeat with lust in her eyes and desire in her gaze. She wasn't even looking at Weiss, but rather just at the cock gliding in and out of her flushed cunt lips - Weiss wasn't even a factor in what she was doing.

The white-haired girl groaned and wheezed as hips dropped down with meaty thuds and ringing impacts, sending all of her curves wobbling. Her pelvis felt sore in just a few moments of painful fucking, and it got worse as the skin went red. Each drop was powerful, the abs flexing as they hammered down, treating her cock like a nail - treating Weiss like a stallion meant to be broken in. It was the first time in her life anyone did anything like that, and as hot as it was, she had no idea how to handle it.

"Dust - fuck," she groaned, head tilting back. Tifa pushed on her legs and split them out wide as her own thighs flexed and her stomach contorted with muscular strength, allowing her to fuck Weiss in the most aggressive amazonian riding she could imagine. Hips dropped like an industrial press, slamming a hot, sopping snatch onto her thick shaft, and as delightful as it was, the pressure sent an ache down to her balls.

"D-damn, I wish we got cocks this good out i-in - h-hah -" Tifa groaned throatily as she pushed herself up and down in painfully pleasing repetitions, mounting and fucking Weiss like a pleasure-toy. Her abs flexed and her biceps worked under the skin with each movement, and her large, bouncy breasts wobbled under her bikini.

Weiss would have loved to grab them, but she was too busy grabbing the tanning bed that seemed like it was about to collapse. She had to make do by watching them bounce up and down with each downward buck of her hips, admiring the soft curves and the fat flesh as it jiggled and wobbled all while her cock was gobbled up by her sopping snatch. More and more, Tifa threw herself down, impaling herself with loud, breathy moans and then dragging off with wet squelches and applications of strength that had eyes watering.

"Oh, that's it, " Tifa groaned and growled at the same time, her hips dropping and dropping and dropping without stopping, turning Weiss into a groaning mess. Her pelvis went red from the repeated blows, and she rocked violently as she was ridden in the aggressive amazon-position. The chair squeaked in protest as the woman brought her all into it, and Weiss was almost sure it was going to snap like a twig.

Or she was, either or.

She winced and wheezed as the woman dropped down over and over again, aggressively and almost mindlessly riding her fat cock for her own pleasure. Weiss was enjoying it, to be sure. A pussy was a pussy, and Tifa was tight as a glove. The friction of it, though, was leaving her skin red and sore, and the wet slurping wasn't doing anything to provide enough lubrication to make the going easy. Her girldick was simply forced up into her over and over, the stress intense and almost insane, leaving her a gasping, mewling mess.

It was a big change-up from normal, and as much as she liked it, it was so surreal she couldn't stop gasping. Her eyes winced and watered each time Tifa's abs tensed and her hips dropped down, and she groaned breathlessly as the hammering hips drove the breath from her lungs. She grasped the chair tightly as she struggled to keep herself steady, and failed to do much of anything. As her throbbing cock was ridden like a toy, her legs flopped around in Tifa's grasp - the exerted stress too much to take, the stretching starting a burn along her muscles.

"Fuck - fuck - fuck - " Tifa panted, her red eyes focused downward and her lips parting in gasps. Her hair bounced along as she rode her shaft hard and fast, her breasts bobbing lewdly with each push. Her slides were twisting and turning as she rode herself to an orgasm, but Weiss's dick was far closer - she was on the cusp, the intensity too much for her to bear, and she just could not hold it in.

"I'm - I'm -" She gasped, then wheezed. "C-cumming -!"

Tifa didn't even acknowledge it. Just just kept going, kept on huffing and panting and slamming her wide hips down, and Weiss couldn't bear it. She came with explosive finality; her head tossing back, her fingers clenching, and her balls tightening painfully. She groaned as her shaft throbbed hard and sent thick gushes of white seed blasting through the pumping snatch, filling up pink walls with a hot load of fertile cum.

Weiss's mind was white-hot with pleasure as she bombarded Tifa's pussy with her seed. White plastered pink and coated it from top to bottom in no time at all, with more and more thick gushes of hot white slamming up into her cervix. Weiss groaned with each successive pulse, her eyes squeezing shut as her balls tensed and dredged up more powerful Schnee baby-batter - but Tifa did not stop. She kept on going, continued to recklessly ride her dick over and over again, rising up and down and fucking her through her orgasm.

"T-that's it -!" Tifa groaned. She fucked Weiss through her spasming cock and her virile load, then, finally, only when she was almost done pumping out her load, she slammed down hard; enough for Weiss to gasp breathlessly as the strain intensified. Her cock was suddenly wrapped in a squirming, climaxing vice, and as Tifa hit her peak, she threw her head back and moaned.

Weiss gasped as Tifa moaned. Her climax wrapped her dick up in spasming warm walls and waves of gushing release, coating her with a slick wetness that slurped messily. It churned and squished around her as the woman rolled her hips, and her abs tensed firmly as she frantically twerked on the thick, meaty pipe. Weiss gasped harder and harder as her sensitive shaft was toyed with, and tears sprung from the corner other eyes.

"So! Good!" Tifa grunted, hips rolling. She squeezed her hands around Weiss's legs, and the white-haired girl whimpered. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna have so much fun with you - !"

I bit off more than I could chew on this one, Weiss thought, watching the powerful woman grind herself in her lap. ...So worth it.

It was a while later that Weiss got some free time to herself again - and, namely, was feeling recovered enough not to limp after Tifa's wild riding. The morning came and went, and the late afternoon was coming down. The partying picked up as things went later in the day, and everyone was starting to really let loose. No more games and suntanning, just fun, partying, drinking, and lewdness.

Yang had run off some time ago in a fit to find someone that would even out the score between her and Weiss, and the white-haired girl searched her out in a worry. She didn't want Yang to get up to anything too silly or too dumb, or, worse, get taken advantage of, and out of friendly concern for her teammate, she looked for her. It was much easier said than done, though, because the place was huge, the resort massive, and she didn't have the faintest idea where to look.

Unfortunately, she thought, there are way too many stacked blondes on this damned beach…

She walked along a simple footpath lined with tall palm trees. She looked left and right as she casually strolled along, putting no real hurry in her steps. Unfortunately, there was a lot to get distracted by: plenty of girls to check out and admire, and lots to stare at. She lost count of how many bouncing pairs of tits she stared at as they walked by, and she didn't even try to count the amount of wobbling asses that passed her by.

She checked them all out happily, and more than one pair of girls whispered and giggled to one another as she checked them out. When she winked, she earned herself phone numbers and room numbers - some even written right onto her forearm, in fact - and her heart swelled with pride. Her cock swelled for a very different reason, too. She sported a clear stiffy as she walked along, and she didn't even care anymore - it only earned her more numbers, hilariously enough.

Unfortunately, she wasn't paying nearly enough attention to her surroundings. As she stared off at a girl with a deliciously fat ass walk along and giggle at her, another girl slammed head-first into Weiss - rocking her aside, making her huff and gasp. Her sunglasses toppled to the ground as she teetered dangerously, and she gasped as the breath was knocked out of her lungs. Hands moved on instinct to try and steady herself, and she grabbed hold of a slim pair of shoulders.

She pulled back in a huff, a furious, indignant scowl on her face. She hated people walking into her, and she was prepared to go off on them hard - but she paused as she steadied herself and the person that had so rudely walked into her. It was a girl of her short height, putting them both at eye-level. Her face was round, cute, and foreign-looking, with almond-shaped eyes and full lips. Her cheeks were marked with something like paint, or some sort of fancy mascara, and her eyes were smokey.

Hair was a mousy-brown, and along with long bangs, it hung down well past her shoulders. Her body was slim and slender, not much curvier than Weiss herself, and more or less Ruby's body type - just less athletic, and softer. Her bikini was a neon pink set with little a bunny-shaped symbol on her modest left breast, and it all left a lot of pale skin on display. Enough for Weiss to ogle, take in, enjoy, and decide that she would not yell at the girl.

"Hey," she said smoothly, trying for a suave smile. "You okay there-"

"Looklooklook," the girl said in a rush, "you've gotta help me, okay? Hide me, you know?"

Weiss blinked. "Hide-"

" Please, " the girl hissed, brown eyes wide and endearing. "These guys don't stop bothering - oh for - "

She looked behind her, and her eyes went wider. Weiss had no idea what she was looking at or what was bothering her, but a part of her felt totally sympathetic to a girl being harassed - and another part of her just really liked a cute girl, so it was an easy decision to make. Of course, she could have handled it like a normal person, but instead, what Weiss did was wrap her arms around the brunette stranger's shoulders, tug her in against her, then lower her head into the crook of her shoulder.

"Follow along, then," she whispered, and tugged on her body. She pulled the slender brunette into the space between a convenience store and some surfing shop, then pushed her so that she was behind Weiss. The Schnee girl could have done something normal like covered her, or hid her, or stretched her arms out or something, but in the lewdness of the spring break experience, she settled for something more forward.

She leaned into the nameless brunette and pushed their mouths together. The girl squeaked as Weiss suddenly and abruptly kissed her, but she didn't shy away at all; neither did she protest as the Heiress wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in flush, making sure there wasn't a single inch of space between them. The brunette was awkward about it to be sure, but she didn't do anything as she was suddenly and passionately kissed by a stranger.

Weiss didn't really put any thought into it. She just saw it as a good chance to kiss a cutie, and the brunette was cute - she reminded her of Ruby, but in a different sort of way. It was kind of excited, and she roved her palms along a smooth backside as she made out with her, enjoying the softness of her painted lips and the wetness beyond.

In the background, she heard stomping feet and rushing people - then it was all gone, clearly passing them by. Weiss didn't know if that was how the brunette was hiding from or not, and she didn't care. She just kept on kissing her, deepening the lock of their lips without a problem, sinking a tongue down and effortlessly sparing with hers. The brunette squeaked and moaned into her mouth in sudden pleasure, and she leaned in further.

The girl pulled back before it could get too deep, though, and Weiss panted for a long moment as lips disconnected. The girl blinked at her with heavy lashes, and the Schnee tried to put on a confidant expression as if it was all totally planned. A faint hint of recognition hit her in that moment as she stared at the brunette's up-close face, but she pushed it aside in the knowledge that she'd surely never seen the girl before.

"Did they pass?" Weiss asked, and the brunette smirked.

"Oh, yeah, they did," she said amusedly, her lips smiling and her eyes shining. "...Nice distraction, Ms.White-Hair."

"Weiss," she offered, smiling gently. "And, thank you. First thing that came to mind."

"Not just covering me?"

Weiss shrugged. "I covered something. Distracted them well enough, it seems."

The brunette laughed. "I mean, you are a pretty good kisser…"

"Thanks," Weiss hummed. Winking, she cocked her head and asked, "Say, who were those guys?"

"Them? Oh, paparazzi," the brunette said dismissively. "Won't stop bothering me, even on Vacay. Super annoying."

"Paparazzi?" Weiss frowned. "Well, I know how annoying they can be…"

She eyed the girl curiously, trying to figure out why and how paparazzi were following her, and the brunette seemed to pick up on that. She laughed, cocked her head, then offered a signature two-finger salute that Weiss was pretty sure she saw on streams all the time, and a faint recognition clicked in her head.

"Right! I should totally introduce myself. I'm Hana Song, but yo-"

"-Oh!" Weiss snapped her fingers. "You're D.Va ! Oh, that makes so much sense -"

"What, you didn't recognize me at first sight?" The girl whined, and Weiss let out an awkward breath.

"Ah… no? I kinda just thought - er, sorry."

"Geez," D.Va sighed. "That's honestly kinda offensive."

"Sor-"

"Buuuut, I'll let it slide for now," Hana chirped, and Weiss tilted her head.

"Thanks?" Weiss scratched the back of her head. "...My girlfriend would probably kill me if I got off on the wrong foot with you…"

D.Va cocked an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I - well, actually, my girlfriend is a super huge fan of yours," Weiss said awkwardly. "I've seen some of your stuff, is all. I thought you were kinda familiar…"

"But didn't recognize me," she teased, and Weiss flushed. "Well! Hey, always a pleasure to hear that kinda stuff!" A moment passed, and a twinkle entered her eye. "...Hey, you've got a GF and you're just making out with rando girls?"

Weiss chuckled under her breath. "Er… It's an open relationship? Yeah."

It was an easy lie, and one that D.Va seemed to take at face value. "That so? Interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yep," D.Va hummed in her chirping, girlish voice. "Very interesting." She smirked, then leaned into Weiss - and Weiss squeaked as pressure was applied to the bulge in her shorts, which she very much realized was still stiff from her ogling, checking out, and lewdness of the day. "Super interesting that your boner is grinding against me, Weiss."

"I - sorry," Weiss apologized, her voice a touch flustered. "That's… unintentional."

"Grabbing me, kissing me, grinding a huge bulge against me…" D.Va grinned like a little goblin. "Kinda seems on purpose?"

Weiss considered her answers, then shrugged like the smug girl she was. "Nothing that can be proven in a court of law."

D.Va cackled. "You seem fun, Weiss!"

She stopped, bit her lip, then winked in her signature fashion. "Say, I should reward you for helping me out. Wanna come chill at my villa for a bit? Bit of a personal meet-up with a streamer celeb?"

Weiss cocked her head. "...You've got a villa?"

She said it because she was offended she didn't get a villa, but D.Va mistook it as appreciation and giggled. "Yeah! Totes! Wanna see?"

The white-haired Schnee huffed. " Definitely, "

"Oh, fuck!" D.Va squealed, her backside quivering and her ass shaking. "Fuck me just like that, Weiss!"

"Of course," Weiss husked, her hips swinging hard. She slammed her fat, throbbing shaft into Hana Song's tight teenage cunt. She impaled her right up to the base on each stroke, sending the bulbous cocktip into the softness of her cervix and making her entire tunnel contract painfully hard around her thickness each and every time she did so.

The girl's snatch was shallow, so she couldn't even get all nine throbbing inches of wrist-thick dick into her cunt - an inch was left outside, meaning that she easily probed all of Hana's most sensitive spots each time she moved. Her balls swung and slapped against her clit messily, and her hips smacked into her ass with thick, resounding impacts that had flesh ripple - and, still, she tried to force her way in deeper and deeper, looking to fuck with more.

The brunette was a squealing, happy mess as she was utterly railed by the Schnee heiress. It was just a few minutes in - five, ten, Weiss didn't know - and she was moaning for her hard dick, loving the way it was so casually slammed into her dripping wet cunt and utterly reaming her out. Maybe the streamer never had a dick big enough to hit her womb before, maybe she didn't usually fuck someone that was grabbing her hair like a leash and pulling on until her head snapped back, but she was loving it.

"Fuck me," the girl gasped breathlessly, her ass rocking back. Weiss pounded into her harder, slamming as much of her throbbing fuckmeat into her tight cleft as she could and churning her wet juices around the thick bulk of her fat cock. Her hand gripped her brown hair tight and yanked back fiercely, baring the soft curve of Hana's neck. Her expression was delighted, her eyes almost glazed over with glee, and Weiss luxuriated in her apparent superiority.

Hana was bent over the railing of her bedroom's balcony, and she was being fucked like a whore right over it. Her naked breasts bounced from the sheer ferocity of Weiss's hard pounding, and her ass quivered as hips pounded against it. Her slender body shook from top to bottom as the thick cock plunged into her molten depths again and again, utterly reamed out by the hardness of Weiss's cock and stretched into a comfortable sheath for herself alone.

"You're so deep!" Hana squealed, and Weiss lavished in the slutty praises.

"I know," she said smugly, her free hand reaching back to slap D.Va's perfect bubble butt. It wasn't all that big, but much like Ruby, she had a wonderfully bubbly ass that was perfect to hammer against - just the right size and shape. Fucking D.Va was almost like banging Ruby, in fact, and Weiss was liking it a great deal.

But, Hana took it all way harder than the redhead, and she was happy to be utterly reamed out and ravaged by a stranger of a girl, so Weiss took full advantage of that. She held nothing back as she swung her hips and sawed her big, fat cock down into her tight depths, hammering them out nice and loose around her shaft and stretching her out like a toy. Walls ripped, bent, and swelled with each balls-deep stroke, and each time she hilted against her cervix a new rush of sticky juice coated her dick.

"So hard," D.Va panted, her eyes rolling and lashes fluttering. "Oh, fuck me just like that, Weiss, holy shit you're so good - "

"You're so hot," Weiss groaned, her hips swinging and her cock plunging down as hard and fast as she could manage. Her cocktip kissed her womb with agonizing intensity, drawing out slutty moans from the famous streamer, and she watched with delight as her head rolled and her small hands clenched down on the railing. Weiss would have loved to be banging her brains out in her usual skin-tight suit, but the naked flesh was just as appealing, if not more so.

The way her spine curved inward and her ass pushed out was delightful, and she loved how the heart-shaped ass clapped against her pale hips. The soreness from earlier where Tifa Lockheart had pounded her was replaced with youthful vigour, and Weiss happily fucked D.Va against the trailing as if she were nothing more than a cheap slut - not even a girltoy, just a thing to be broken in. It might have been a desire to make up for earlier or just her being a horny animal, but she happily fucked the girl silly.

"R-right there, right there, fuck, fuck - " D.Va wheezed, her eyes almost crossing over. She shook from top to bottom each time Weiss fucked her, and her spine bent further and further inward until it was a perfect C-shape. Her ass instinctively jutted out to get hammered into, and Weiss happily did just that as she pounded the perfectly plump flesh down into a pillow for her to rest against.

"Like that?" She panted, her hand tugging harder on her hair and yanking her head back far enough for her to whisper into her ear. Her hips swung without stopping, slamming harder and faster with each passing moment. "Like it when I fuck your brains out, Ms. Song?"

"Oh, fuck, Weiss, yes!"

"Of course you are, you little slut," She laughed, her hips swinging forward in flesh-compressing arcs. She fucked D.Va into the railing and yanked on her hair nice and hard, and indulged in her throaty whines. "You're a sexy little streamer slut that wants a good, hard fucking."

She hammered into her over and over again, rocking her forward and using her hair like a leash to control her head. She pulled hard and pulled tightly as she plunged her cock into her pussy, stretching her out in leaps and bounds. She shook her entire body as she forced herself down again and again, and she listened to the hoarse cries her strong sex produced. She chuckled against her soft neck and kissed it lustfully, admiring the velvety smoothness of it before she started to mark it up with wet hickeys.

"Y-you're hitting my womb holy shit -"

Weiss kissed her neck as she reamed her out, enjoying every last moment of it. Her cock might have been too big to get all the way inside, but she tried to forced it all inside with each thrust, each pound and pull and jab. The act of trying had her cockhead slamming into her womb at full force, and it sent D.Va squealing with each fleshy, agonizing contact. Tears left the corners of her eyes and her tongue lolled from her lips as her brains were fucked out, while all the Schnee girl did was work her hips harder and harder.

"That's it," she grunted, her cock practically gliding through her sopping wet insides. Her juices came out in thick dribbles and sloshed out, providing ample lubrication for her thick mast. So much hard dickmeat was shoved into her that it blew the girl's mind, but Weiss was easily managing it all with each pump and thrust of her hips.

She clapped into her ass so hard and fast the flesh was a never-ending jiggling mass of creamy white, and her balls swung forward in hard, pendulous impact that made outer pussy lips quiver. As her clit was bashed, D.Va squeaked and moaned loudly. Her spine shivered and her fingers tightened around the railing, much to Weiss's joy. It was all so hot, and she loved seeing the little brunette slut get totally undone by her hard dick.

"Come on, you slut," She husked, kissing her neck and biting firmly. "Moan for me, okay?"

"F-fuck-fuck-fuck-Weissholyfuck - !"

She chuckled breathily as she worked herself backward and forward, sawing as much hard cockmeat as she could into her clamping depths over and over again. D.Va was nice and tight around her shaft, and it made every movement nice and pleasurable for her. Her balls tightened and her wrist-thick girth swelled in anticipation, but she kept her rising arousal back as she threw her hips forward in heavy, flesh-clapping thrusts.

"Bit more, baby," Weiss groaned, kissing the back of a soft neck before tugging even harder on her hair. "Almost there, cockslut -"

D.Va moaned incoherently as she shoved her full of hard dickmeat over and over again, her hips never ceasing and never pausing. She pumped and thrust into her so hard and fast that she was wheezing, but as balls tightened and her cock throbbed, Weiss only cared about her own pleasure. The feeling of a mutual high faded away as her need rose and thickened, and she pounded her swelling shaft into her at a harder, faster pace.

"Almost," she grunted, her head pulling back to sink teeth into her lip. She furrowed her brow with concentration as she reamed D.Va's brains out, and the brunette squealed with each intense pump and thrust. Her insides quivered with bliss and rippled with sexual satisfaction as she got the fucking of her life, but Weiss was only concentrated on herself.

She was right there, on the cusp, and she went for it eagerly. She hammered her throbbing slab of dickmeat into her glorious tightness more and more and more, rendering her a mewling mess as she herself started to moan. Her cock swelled, thickened, and pulsated hard as she slammed into the hilt, and her balls tightened powerfully. They tensed against soft cunt lips, and Weiss cried out as she thrust for the final time.

Assflesh was smooshed down and brown hair was tugged so hard that a hoarse cry left D.Va's lips - then, a powerful, ragged moan escaped her throat as her inner channel was bathed in slick heat. Frothy waves of cum shot from the tip of Weiss's meaty cock and bombarded her insides in white, painting her over in rich Schnee baby-batter. Hana squealed as she was filled up with hot seed, and the Heiress let her eyes roll up as satisfaction filled her.

She moaned and rolled her hips as she spurted out thick waves of frothy seed into tight female insides. She indulged in Hana's breathless cries as she was remorselessly filled to the brim with hot baby-batter, but it was all for Weiss's enjoyment. She let her balls throb and empty out into her pussy, painting inner walls in white and bathing her womb in heat; slamming her cervix so full that her baby-maker was instantly flooded with the gooey liquid, much to their combined joy.

"Holy shit! S-so - so hot -!" D.Va squealed, her voice breathless. "S-so - oh! - so good - "

"Yeah, it is," Weiss agreed, her teeth grinding together. She rolled her hips with each spurt of cum that left her twitching cockhead, but there was still a furious itch in her balls and an ache in her cock. "Like that, D.Va?"

"Ohmygod yes -"

"Want me to give it to you rougher?" She husked, voice curling in her ear. "Want me to pound that ass, D.Va?"

D.Va's eyes glazed over. "Fuck yes!"

Weiss grinned.

In the next moment, she tore her cock out of her tightened pussy with a spray of cum and yanked on her hair like a leash, pulling her along. She acted just like Tifa earlier, but now she had control. She was with a girl of her size and height who was easy to manhandle, and for once, Weiss was the stronger of the pair. She easily forced her over to the bed just inside, and D.Va, squealing, followed every demanding step of the way.

She moaned and giggled as she was tossed onto the bed, and she gasped breathlessly as her head was forced down into the bedsheets. She whined as Weiss mounted her and forced her pronebone, and she groaned heavily as the head of her wet cock poked against her asshole. Powerfully, without a shred of mercy, the white-haired girl pushed her hips down, driving it into the tightness of her ass right then and there, showing not a care in the world.

"Oh my god! Yes!" She squealed, her entire body shivering as the thickness pushed down against her. The hard rod pushed into her asshole at a hard, heady pace, sliding down by the inch into the clamping embrace of her asshole, and Weiss loved it. It was much tighter, and though not as welcoming or warm as a good pussy, it was gratifying. "Fuck me!"

"That's the point, D.Va," Weiss laughed, slapping the girl's bubble butt for good measure. As the girl whimpered with bliss she pushed down with her hips, forcing her tight rosebud out around the thick length of her pulsating slab and getting inches of hardness into her asshole. Walls stretched roughly in accommodation, and each one that was driven into her made the girl whimper more and more.

Teeth bit down on the duvet she was forced into and small hands clenched fitfully, but it did not help Hana hold out as her ass was stretched. The hard cock drove down, pushing into her tight asshole, stretching her out bit by bit. She squealed more and more by the moment, and Weiss indulged in her cries as she shoved her head into the bed and pushed her hips down firmly. She forced as much hard cockmeat into her tightness as she could before holding herself still, then let out a low, breathy pant.

"That's it," she grunted with effort, then rolled her hips. She stretched out inner walls around the hardness of her cock before dragging back, sending walls rippling. It took effort to move herself through a tight asshole, but she was nice and wet from the fucking, and that made all the difference. Lubrication slurped as she moved, squelched as she rolled, and it gushed as she dragged herself back by the inch. White meat pulled free of a tight asshole in preparation to pound down again, and Weiss's pulse soared.

She slammed down again, forcing a swathe of cockmeat inside in a rush, and D.Va squealed. Weiss wasn't interested in taking her time or taking a break, and only wanted to fuck; she quickly pulled herself back, drawing the thickness of her cock out of her clamping asshole, and then unleashing it in another powerful downward thrust. She rammed into the hotness of her asshole with a groan of satisfaction and a grunt of effort, caring for nothing more than the satisfaction of it.

"So much," the girl panted breathlessly, almost drooling into the covers of her bed.

Weiss practically ignored her. She rammed her hips down once, twice, then moved herself into a steady buck-and-thrust of hard jabs and sharp pulls, effortlessly fucking the girl's asshole. It was as tight as a vice and far too narrow for any of it to be easy, but she used brutal force and strength to power past it. She hammered into her, fucking her like a whore, slamming down and down with sharp impacts. She forced as much as she could in at each time, thrusting down until she was wheezing, then more and more still.

"That's it, " she groaned in triumph, sinking every last throbbing inch of her meaty pillar into her asshole. She couldn't do it in her snatch, but she could do it to her ass, and that was all she wanted. She wanted to feel every inch of tightness around her hard cock, and she got all of it and more. With all of her buried inside she rolled her hips, jamming her thickness into her asshole, pulling back and leaving her moaning.

"Fuck me, Weiss," D.Va panted, the famous E-girl little better than a panting, mewling whore. Eyes watered and her breath came out in gasps as she forced her dick into her to the hilt and then rolling back again, fucking her with the full length of it with ease.

She used all of her skill and experience to roll her hips, pull back, and then ram it into her tight asshole. She stretched her out like a toy and jammed it all down, hammering against her ass until the flesh thumped, then pulled back just to do it all over again. Down she went, plunging in to the hilt, and her balls thumped against her swollen cunt lips below as her ass was squished flat. She rolled her hips as it turned into a cushion for her body to rest against, and as D.Va mewled, she did it again.

And again, and again. Sharp, downward strokes impaled her asshole and stretched it out, leaving D.Va to gasp and pull at the bedsheets with fingers and with teeth. Her legs kicked out and toes curl, but she could do nothing but take the brutal pounding as Weiss fucked her prone-bone style. The Schnee's body rested on top of her in full, every bit of her covered by her silky body, allowing them both to feel all of one another as well as the mechanical pump and thrust of hips.

"So good," D.Va moaned incoherently, practically drooling. "So - s-so - g-g-ood - !"

"Yeah?" Weiss panted, hammering down and down and down at a brutal, ass-clapping pace. She growled and grunted as she threw her hips down in fierce, crashing arcs of motion, hilting her fat, throbbing girlmeat in her tightened depths and then pulling back to do it all over again. She used her bubble butt as a cushion each time she pushed down, resting herself against her for a long moment before drawing back again. "Like it when I fuck your ass?"

"Yes!"

"Like it when I treat you like my slut, D.Va?" She asked in a low, breathy voice, taking full control over the little slut of a girl. She covered her back entirely as she fucked her prone-bone, and she enjoyed the way silky skin glided together just as much as she liked how her breasts squished down.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Weiss!"

D.Va was barely coherent by then, and it only got worse and worse by the moment. She was gasping, panting, and weak, her brain totally overloaded by the hard thrusting and impossible fucking. She shivered and moaned and mewled more and more as Weiss took control of her, using her fat cock to fuck her silly and more. She capitulated under the pleasure, her senses turning to goo as she was fucked senseless, and Weiss enjoyed the sight of it all. It was hot to know how good of a job she was doing, but it was the ache in her ballsack that kept her going.

Hips pounded down and down and down over and over again, and as D.Va was turned into a moaning, mewling whore, she groaned fiercely. She gasped weakly as Weiss groaned feral, and the white-haired girl pounded her cock down hard. Assflesh clapped as her pelvis rammed down, sending it all shaking as she desperately reamed out her snug hole. Her ass bent and stretched around her as she hammered down, her pulse rising and her balls tensing, her load right there on the cusp -

Weiss slammed down one final time and groaned triumphantly as she started to fill D.Va's ass with hot cum. She spattered her inner hole in wetness as she came, blasting pink with another load of white. As the girl whimpered she held herself down and pumped her baby-batter into her, not at all caring of where she was or who she was fucking as she desperately sought to unload herself. She felt the urge and the ache to do it, and that was all that mattered.

She held herself there in the pronebone to do it, spattering her ass with white and pumping it too deep to properly understand, and that tipped D.Va over the edge. She didn't know if she came or if she just tipped over, but her mouth dropped, her eyes rolled, and she appeared entirely senseless as Weiss filled her ass with gooey seed. Hana took it all with a blissful, dazed expression, and did nothing more.

It was a while after when Weiss panted and bright herself back, eyes blinking away sweat and her hand ruffling white hair. She stared down at her well-fucked conquest and grinned, admiring a nice backside and a cute face and relishing the idea that Weiss Schnee had just fucked a famous E-girl streamer into a sloppy mess.

Then that brought to mind that said E-girl streamer was her girlfriend's favourite, and she realized it would be a very good idea to get D.Va's autograph for her as a gift. She'd love it a lot, and that would make Weiss happy, too.

Maybe a few pics with her, too? That would be great, she thought. ...But, uh, is it too awkward to ask for all that after I've just fucked her brains out… ?

The night was dark; evening set. The party was still going, but for the first time, Weiss was chilling out. She was sitting down at the bar, resting calmly as she kicked one back and relaxed. As fun as it was to go crazy and party and fuck, she wanted to maintain some level of respectability and calmness - really, the polar opposite of what Yang was.

She sat at the bar and calmly drank from her newly discovered cheap-wine-in-a-shitty-tin-can, because that was far more respectable than the beer - which, granted, she'd come to somewhat enjoy, but it was still inferior to any proper drink in her not-so-humble opinion. Of course, she still chatted up girls and casually flirted far enough to get their phone numbers, but that was as far as she went. She knew she was probably going to take someone back to bed by the end of it, but she wasn't in a rush.

Besides, after the long day of fucking and sleeping around, she wanted something a bit more relaxing. She stretched out calmly, drank her shitty wine with a relaxed air, and rested her mildly sore muscles. The bar wasn't high class, sure, and the people weren't respectable, but Weiss was fine to let it all wash over her. It was a harsh contrast to last night at the bar, where she'd danced with and then slept with a girl she almost forgot the name of - Dawn something-or-other.

Looking around, Weiss brought her wine up to her lips - then froze. She stilled, her mind stuttering, as she took in the absolute beauty sitting just down a ways from her, and her entire body flushed with heat. A lot of girls were beautiful at the bar, sure, many of them truly drop-dead gorgeous, but the girl she was looking at hit all the right marks and made her pulse quicken and mouth dry out.

Her body was shapely. Maybe not as much as Yang's, but her breasts were large, her hips lush, her waistline narrow, and her body just nicely thicc in a way that made her lick her lips and stare. Her eyes were a gorgeous purple, while her hair was a soft pink that hung down to her chin in a short, choppy wave. Her bangs were low across one side, presenting a pink fringe that disguised one eye - eyes that were covered in cute glasses that made Weiss's heart ache.

Holy fuck, she thought. She'd seen sluts, she'd seen cuties, but the girl was beautiful. She was more like a flower than any of the rest, and she looked totally innocent - not a player or a loose girl at all. She looked exactly like Ruby Rose, but… curvier. And pink-haired.

Weiss very much approved.

Weiss really had no choice but to approach her. She was too hot, too cute, too innocent not to want to get into bed and get her legs spread, and she had to try her hand. She knew she was acting like a total horndog, but she honestly didn't care - and she did have a good track record with innocent cuties. She rose up, grabbed her drink, and sashayed over to the solo girl with a swing of her hips and a smile on her face.

As she approached, it became increasingly clear to her that the girl wasn't just there to drink. Her lips were turned down and her brow was furrowed, making her look upset - annoyed, maybe, or miffed. Not angry, but clearly not in a very content mood. She seemed melancholic, and though she had a drink beside her, she only casually stirred the little umbrella inside it. It appeared untouched, in fact.

The words she planned on saying died on her lips, and she furrowed her own brow as she approached the beautiful pinkette. "...Hey? You, ah, feeling okay? You don't seem to be doing so great."

The girl looked up with surprise. She blinked at Weiss as if surprised that anyone was talking to her, then shuffled back with a little awkward noise. "A-ah! H-hello. Sorry, I didn't mean to, ah -"

"Hey, hey," Weiss said quickly, raising one hand to stop the girl from speaking. "No need to apologize to me, ah - Ms. Just don't like seeing a pretty girl down, you know?"

The girl shuffled back, clearly somewhat awkward. Weiss swallowed and tried to think her words over, then licked her lips. "I mean… Is everything okay? Do you… need someone to talk to, or want me to just get you a drink and leave…?"

The girl puffed out a cheek and lowered her face. "I-It's okay. I'm fine, j-just a little down."

Weiss cocked her head. "I would argue that is a problem? I mean, we're on a beach, it's spring break…" She licked her lips. "Hey, mind if I take a seat? Just for a moment, if anything."

"Ah - sure," the girl said, and Weiss sat down. Instead of drinking, she put it down and offered her hand to the girl.

"First things first - I'm Weiss."

The girl took her hand and smiled awkwardly. "Mash Kyrielight, nice to meet you."

"Mash… pretty name." Weiss leaned back. "So, Mash - what's wrong?"

Mash blushed awkwardly. "N-nothing, I said -"

"Come, now. I know there's something off." Weiss offered a sympathetic look. "You look really down. Having a bad time, or just… lonely?"

Mash bit her lip as if considering her words. "Not really a bad time. Just, uhm, lonely, I guess?"

Weiss laughed softly. "I don't want to sound like a horrible fratguy, but… do you want company? I'll don't mind chatting for a bit if you're just not getting attention -"

"N-no, no, not about that." Mash shook her head. Weiss took the time to run eyes along her body as her attention drifted away, and admired the girl's simple, but attractive, swimsuit. Curves in all the right places, soft-looking skin…

"What's it about, then?" Weiss hummed. "If you don't mind my asking, of course."

Mash shrugged a little awkwardly. "Nothing, really. Just, you know… friends busy, that kinda thing."

Weiss winced sympathetically. "Ah. That, I understand. Left you be while they're out having their own fun?"

"...Basically," Mash admitted, shrugging and biting her lip. She toyed with the little umbrella in her drink for another moment longer, and Weiss watched her curiously.

"Doesn't mean you can't have your own fun, though," Weiss pointed out. "That's basically what I'm doing. My friend is out there... Somewhere, my gi- ah, my other friends are sick and, uh, timid, respectively, so I'm all alone."

"It's not just that, " Mash lamented slowly. She looked at Weiss, blushed, looked down, looked back again, then repeated it all. "It's, uh… it's kinda… it'sjustaguyIkindalike,youknow?"

"What?" Weiss frowned, trying to piece her words out and then together again. "Er… a crush?"

"Yeah." Mash bit her lip tentatively. "A crush. My, uh, Senpai. He hasn't really been… noticing me."

Mash flushed and looked down. "I never really said anything, so he doesn't… know, I guess, but he doesn't look at me like he does to all the other Serv- ah, uh, girls. And he's with them right now, doing… stuff."

"Oh." Weiss bit her lip. "Privately?"

"I think so…"

" Oh. " Weiss genuinely winced in sympathy. Knowing one's crush was out there banging a bunch of other girls was probably not a good thing, and she understood the pinkette's melancholy perfectly. "...That sucks. He really doesn't know what he's missing out on, huh?"

Mash puffed out her cheeks. "He hasn't even noticed me in my swimsuit, and I've been trying to get him to notice me, but… all the other girls are just so much more… womanly than me, and they're much more forward." She stopped, then shook her head. "Ah - even when they're not forward he only notices them…"

"That… really is unfortunate," Weiss said with a little wince. "I assure you, however, whoever this man is, he really doesn't know what he's missing."

"Thanks…" Mash replied glumly.

"Seriously," Weiss pressed. "I've been with a lot of girls, but you're genuinely one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. That swimsuit? Fantastic. I don't know how anyone could look at you and resist it."

At Mash's suddenly intense look, Weiss raised an innocent hand. "Not to sound like a creep, of course, but I noticed you from across the bar - he's clearly missing out and doesn't get it."

"Thanks?" Mash said somewhat awkwardly, a tiny flush on her cheeks.

"I mean that, and it's really not just to get in your pants or anything," Weiss laughed softly. "I'm just pointing out that you're beautiful, you look amazing, and if your crush doesn't get it, he's… well."

Mash flushed a little bit more.

"But," Weiss said smoothly, "that's just my opinion. If you don't want to talk about that kind of stuff, would you like to get a drink and just... chill?"

Mash humphed. "Well… I mean…"

"Hey, you can't be sorry for yourself," Weiss said, understanding quickly that Mash was still very much depressed. "You're gorgeous, there's no need to wallow. Just… take your mind off of it? Get a drink, find a guy - or a girl - and have a good time without him, just like he is. No point in crying over spilled milk."

She leaned back against the bar. "I've learned that the hard way. Now? I just take it in stride, and have as much fun as I can with charming women. Spring break, and all that."

Mash stared at her for a long, quiet moment, and Weiss marvelled at her beauty - and how damn good she looked in a bikini. Really, she thought, whoever is rejecting her is totally out of it.

"I don't know," Mash said quietly. "Don't know where - or if - to start. So."

Weiss offered a charming, suave smile. "I don't want to be that guy, but I'd be more than happy to help show you a good time, Mash. I'd love to show you the time of your life… if you decided to come with me, that is."

"Go with you?"

Weiss cocked her head and flicked up an eyebrow and Mash blushed. "O-oh… I don't know…"

"Hey, that's fine," Weiss purred. She let her lips flick up, then tapped the bar counter. At the bartender's attention, she put an order in for a fruity, low-alcohol drink that she and Ruby both liked, then pushed it over to Mash once it arrived. The pinkette took it with a look of surprise, and was more surprised when Weiss unfolded one of the pink little umbrellas from a container and pushed it neatly inside. "This is far superior to what you've got, and, I 'd wager, more to your taste."

"Thanks?"

"Here," Weiss continued, pushing a napkin forward. Letters and numbers were scrawled on it, and Mash looked at it for all of ten seconds before blushing. "My room number. No pressure, of course, but if you want to have the night of your life, you know where to find me."

Weiss winked and stood up. "No pressure, again - just an offer. I won't bother you anymore because you're clearly not in the mood, but don't let anyone else bother you either, okay?"

"R-right…"

Weiss winked, then retreated off into the crowd with a little swagger. The way Mash stared at her as she left her feeling buzzed and confident.

Weiss laid flat on her bed, staring up at her scroll. She flicked through the many pictures she was being sent with a little smile, enjoying each sultry shot and racy photo. Her cock was pleasantly stiff and her tooth was digging into her lip, much to her enjoyment. She liked having all of her flings and potential fuckbuddies sending her hot, sexy shots of their bodies, from cleavage to bodies to under-bikini shots and everything else, and she casually saved the best ones for her photo roll.

Not the best thing to have on her scroll lest Blake or Ruby see them, but she wasn't going to pass up a hot pair of tits, a pair of pouty lips, or a gorgeous ass. Besides, it gave her something to do while she waited by her lonesome. Yang had already retreated to her room in a lonely huff, pissed that she had not gotten any action for the second day in a row. Weiss, left alone, could only entertain herself with her phone as she waited.

Why she did it? She had no idea. She had no idea if Mash was actually going to show up or not, and given that it was a good hour after they'd talked, she figured it was a no. She could have fucked anyone there or given one of her new numbers a call, but, instead, she chose to wait for the pretty pinkette. She was holding out a hope that was probably far-fetched, and as it got later, she reckoned her chances of getting laid were becoming slimmer and slimmer.

Guess I could turn in for an early night, she thought, clicking her scroll off and letting her head hang back. Get some good sleep in.

Then, she clicked her phone back on. Oooooor I can hit up that cute redhead and see if she's as good as she said she was…

There was a knock on the door, and Weiss was very suddenly alert. Eyebrows raised, she looked over and allowed a gentle smile to lift her lips. She put her scroll on the night table and got up calmly, hiding a heartbeat of anticipation. Carefully padding her way over, she opened it without letting her smug smile show and felt utterly elated to find Mash right there on the other side, a nervous expression on her beautiful face and her gorgeous body wrapped up in the tight-fitting bikini.

"H-hi," she said awkwardly, then thrust forward what looked like a bag of chocolates. "I don't know how this goes, so I brought… something…"

It was only a moment later that Weiss realized it was chocolates and a little baggie of condoms - one of the complimentary ones she'd seen floating around the hotel - and giggled. "Thanks, Mash. That's cute. Unnecessary, though - no gifts needed for me, and, besides…"

She flicked the condoms off into the trash bin nearby. "These are two sizes too small."

Mash gulped. "O-oh."

"So," Weiss drawled, putting a hand on a smooth shoulder and urging Mash inside, "changed your mind?"

"Made up my mind," she answered cutely. "I - I want a good time. You're pretty, and you don't scare me like the other girls."

"Pleased to hear it," Weiss positively purred, closing the door behind them. Gently, she slipped her hands along the wide berths of Mash's hips and caressed her smooth skin with elation, loving how it all felt.

"B-but, uh, I don't… do this often? S-so, please take care of me, Weiss," the girl said demurely and shyly, and Weiss's heart almost cooed.

"I'm very good with first-timers and all that kind of stuff," she assured, her voice dropping an octave. "Just let me take care of you, okay?"

"O-okay," Mash squeaked.

Honestly, Weiss could have taken it easy. She could have been smooth and gentle and slow, but she took hold of Mash with a firmness that had her breathing out in surprise and with a touch of her hands that made her gasp just a tiny bit. She wanted the pretty girl and her hot body in bed with her right then and there, and she wanted Mash to want it, too.

She pushed Mash back. Her hand rose to brush at her hair and remove her glasses, but it was a few moments later that she realized Mash had foregone them; so, not missing a beat, Weiss cupped her chin, smiled, and leaned in. She set her mouth against the pinkette's with a firm push, and the girl gasped against her lips in pure surprise. The sound transitioned to a squeal of minute pleasure as her mouth was caressed by her soft mouth, and eyes closed.

Weiss kissed Mash as sweetly and firmly as she could manage, not trying to be rough and not trying to be too weak. She wanted to be a good, attentive lover for Mash as she got her pleasure, and she went for it as boldly as she could manage. She kissed her full on the lips and guided her back at the same time, and she felt the pinkette shudder. Her hand stroked her hip and cupped her jaw tenderly, working at her smooth, buttery skin with a soft palm, starting the beginning of what she hoped to be some good sex.

Lips locked and rolled as she eased her backward, then gently pushed her against the bed. Mash squeaked into her mouth as she was guided down into a sitting position, but Weiss didn't just push her back immediately. She kept on kissing as Mash was pushed down, her hand rubbing a circle into her hips and the other caressing her jaw, treating her with heart-rending care and slowly, passionately tugging on her lips.

She kept on kissing and pulling on her lips until Mash mewled, then focused her attention on the lower one. She pulled the smooth, plump flesh between her own, and tugged firmly. The girl moaned against her lips at the sudden sensitivity overload, and Weiss smirked proudly. She continued to pay attention to her sensitive lower lip as she started to push her down onto her back, gently rising up onto her at the same time - covering her with her smaller, more slender body, taking effortless control.

Mash awkwardly climbed up further onto the bed, and Weiss helped her every step of the way. She kissed smoothly and pulled on her lip tenderly before sliding away with a wet noise, and let her hands begin to rove along her gorgeously curvy body. Before Mash could speak she kissed her full on the mouth, then on the nose, then down along her cheek - and the girl's little squeaks got louder and more earnest.

"Let me take care of you for a bit," Weiss drawled soothingly, her lips tracing down along her jawline. She kissed down across the rounded curve and under her chin, much to Mash's rising pleasure. She went down across the sensitive curve of her neck, and each hot press of her lips made the girl moan. Her shoulders rolled at the sudden pleasure, and Weiss kept at it with firm, skin-tugging movements, making sure to stimulate her partner more and more.

Mash squeaked as Weiss started to kiss down her neck at a slow, heady pace, her lips planting down firmly and suckling at creamy skin. Her hands rubbed at the same time, drawing down to map out the curves of her gorgeous flanks and over the softness of her stomach. She had a perfect body, and the Schnee girl liked being able to feel it all up. At the same time, her hips arched and pushed down, grinding the hardness of her bulge against a thick thigh.

"O-oh," Mash gasped. "Oh, wow…"

Weiss's leg pushed up as her lips kissed against the corner of her neck. She swept in and nuzzled into the softness, making sure there wasn't a single space between her lips and her skin. She kissed at it firmly and suckled hard enough to leave marks, and at the same time, her hands swept up to cup the undersides of her plump, heavy breasts. Mash mewled, and the sound got louder as the white-haired girl's leg spread her thighs and her hard knee was pushed against her bikini bottoms.

"W-wow!" Mash gasped, her teeth digging into her lower lip. Her hips bucked roughly as Weiss applied pressure to her clothed cunt with the hardness of her knee, stimulating her in the subtlest way she knew. The girl whined as the sudden bucking caused even more friction, and Weiss used that to her advantage to apply pressure. She ground her leg against her core as her hips pushed down, grinding her bulge into her thigh at the same time, letting the girl feel what she'd be dealing with.

Weiss's lips closed down on her collarbones and pulled firmly, drawing out more weak moans and mewls. Hands squeezed at the underside of lush breasts, pushing them up until they almost overspilled from her bikini top. As flesh wobbled and rippled she planted lips down on the upper peaks and started to nip, making Mash feel so good she was whining. The white-haired girl moved like a machine, kissing with her hot lips and grinding with her hard knee, making Mash feel better than she'd ever had.

"That - that feels - wow -"

She kissed at her breasts and pulled at her bikini, freeing hard pink nipples. Weiss licked at them for a single second, licked her lips, purred out a, "cute," before latching her lips down around it. She pulled it into her mouth and happily sucked upon it with powerful pulls, leaving it shiny with her spit. Mash groaned, whined, and threw her hands around Weiss's head to cup it, clearly loving having her nipple sucked on. Flicks of Weiss's tongue and gentle sweeps of her lips made the girl mewl more and more, much to her enjoyment.

Her knee rubbed and ground against the softness of her covered snatch, applying more and more pressure. She made Mash moan from the combined assault, and all the while she rubbed the bulge of her cock against her rising, moving thigh. The plumpness caressed her until she was painfully stiff, the head poking free of the waistband, and Weiss took that as the perfect opportunity to move on.

Her free hand dropped and pulled at her outfit, dragging her cock free as quickly as she could manage. It slapped down against a soft thigh, and Mash gasped to feel it; but she also mewled as her nipple was slurped upon, her hand tugging at her head and coaxing her down. She didn't do anything more than cry out as her body was stimulating, allowing Weiss to pull at her bikini, bear her sodden snatch, and live her all the access she could want.

Weiss was too eager to keep up the foreplay for long, but she still sucked on her tits and rubbed her body as her hips pushed down. The thickness of her cock pressed against the puffy line of her slit, and Mash whined breathlessly. She spoke, but Weiss was not listening. She pulled her vascular shaft against her entrance, desperate beyond belief to get inside of the hot girl and claim her with her fat dick, and each grinding movement made them both feel so good.

"W-wow," Mash muttered. "That's b-big. It feels g-good."

The pinkette squeaked as the hardness pressed against her puffy lips, drawing down and squishing them. The dense meat slipped into her easily, the vascular underside peeling apart lips to bear the flushed pink inside, and it got easier and easier for her to drag her hips into place. Weiss purred against a fat breast as her cocktip slipped against the pink of her pussy, and Mash let out a low, breathy moan as she was penetrated right then and there.

"That's it, baby," Weiss purred against her breast, then tenderly started to kiss her way back up the length of her collarbone and the softness of her pretty neck.

Weiss wasted no time - she really couldn't. She was too hot, too horny, and eagerness pushed her to drive her bulbous dickhead against the entrance of her hot snatch. Mash whined at her touch and bucked her hips, and the delightful friction made Weiss purr against her neck. She leaned in as she kissed at the subtle curve, her pelvis guiding her thick rod down and her hands stroking at curvy flesh all at the same time.

"Ohmy gosh!" Mash whined, and her noises were pleasant to hear. Her squeaking groans were loud and thick as Weiss carefully and tenderly pushed herself down, not just slamming into her and, instead, driving her hips down at a gentle, rolling pace. It wasn't all that slow, but more than enough for a new girl like Mash to grow accustomed to the penetration.

It was more than enough for Weiss. As Mash moaned throatily at the touch of her cock, the white-haired girl gasped and groaned. Mash was tight, walls wrapping nice and hot against the hardness of her cock. She gasped at the powerful sensation and eagerly guided herself through the slick tightness, happy to feel such a warm, snug pussy against her. Walls were squeezing down in an instant, but nothing stopped the forward march of her girldick - much to her pleasure.

"Oh, that's incredible," Weiss purred against her neck, kissing at all of Mash's sensitive spots. The girl whined and moaned, and hands fitfully tugged at Weiss's hair - but she kept at it. "You feel so good, Mash."

"T-that's so - that's so -!" Mash moaned incoherently, struggling to give voice to her thoughts - but Weiss didn't need her to. All she had to do was push her cock through the gorgeous entrance of her cunt and down into her hot inner walls, using her girth and her skill to spread out the soft pink. She buried herself inside by the inch, jamming the new girl full of hard, throbbing Schnee cock, and the way she mewled indicated her rising pleasure.

"Gosh, with a pussy like this…" Weiss kissed under her jaw, and Mash whined. "With a body like this…"

She trailed off as she kissed and groped Mash's breasts, squeezing them and kneading them with her firm hands. Her hips pushed down more and more, grinding her hard cockhead against her tight inner walls and stroking her sensitive insides with the hardness of her girth. Both of them groaned at the feeling, and Weiss, getting bolder and more eager, sank down firmly. She stretched her out with the first third of her meaty shaft, and as insides swelled out around her, she let out a low grunt.

"...That guy you like really doesn't know what he's missing out on," Weiss told her, her forward momentum stopping. She held only a third of her cock inside when she started to roll her hips, and the sensation of her cock suddenly moving and grinding threw Mash for a loop. She gasped and moaned with suddenly bucking hips and sent her hands running down her backside in fitful grabs, much to the white-haired girl's amusement.

She pulled back, slowly extracting inches of hard cockmeat. Walls stretched with her and cunt lips gripped tight, much to her pleasure - it was a hot sight and an even hotter pleasure. She purred against the underside of Mash's jaw and squeezed her fluffy tits with delight as pleasure shot across her cock. She pulled herself back to the tip, letting only her cockhead nestle in her soft, plump folds, and for a moment, indulge in the pinkette's low moans.

"Oh my gosh," Mash whimpered. "T-that's how it feels - I-it's so good -"

"I'm so happy you came," Weiss purred, kissing up along her cheek. Mash shivered against her as she grabbed her backside, clearly struggling with the sensations sent running along her limbs and the anticipation of having the cock poised against her entrance. "Because I couldn't imagine missing out on you. "

She pushed herself back down as she kissed Mash's face tenderly and groped her body a little less tenderly and far more hungrily. Her cock sank into her warm embrace at the same rolling pace as before, gently easing her way into the softness of her quim. Though she was tight, there wasn't a hint of resistance. Walls only stretched around her as she pushed down, grinding her way through her fluttering inner channel with a resulting mewl and caressing the many soft inches with the head of her throbbing shaft.

Mash whined, and Weiss quickly drank up her sounds by covering her mouth in a soft, sultry kiss. The girl gasped against her lips as she was sweetly and hungrily kissed, tongues quickly tangling and perfect lips squishing. It provided the girl with another bit of pleasure, and her body quivered against the Heiress. The combination of tongue, cock, and hands must have been intense for her, and as gratifying as it was to think about, the white-haired teen was focused firmly on her own mounting pleasure.

She sighed as she sank down into her tunnel, scraping the pink lining with the bulbous cock-tip and sending it bulging out around her. It was an intense sensation that made them both moan, and Weiss stopped herself there to roll her hips and stimulate them further. As Mash's own pelvis started to buck and search out the more pleasurable sensations, much to Weiss's delight. She moved with her, grinding lewdly and producing wet sounds that were a pleasure to hear.

Mash moaned into her lips, and Weiss groaned against her. Her body moved smoothly and efficiently; dragging back hips, pulling her cock out with a wet slurping noise and a pulling of her insides, and then sinking it right back down with a casual buck. Inches of wrist-thick girth slipped back down, stretching out her insides in sweeps, causing the pink-haired girl to whine and shudder against her. It was blindingly pleasurable for the Heiress, and she loved the little squeaks she caused with each movement; pleasurable enough for her to keep on searching them out as she slowly fucked her with her long, thick cock.

She kissed Mash very thoroughly and very intensely as she dove down, her hips pushing her fat cock into her soaking tightness. Juices bubbled up around her as she sank down to the midsection before pulling back again, making sure not to overwhelm the inexperienced girl as she pleasured herself. Weiss's slim hips pushed down again and again, diving down with just a few more inches at a time, easing her way inside and fucking the stranger as sweetly and powerfully as she could manage.

Squeaking groans filled her mouth, much to her enjoyment - and Weiss, in turn, filled up Mash with inches of hard dickmeat, driving herself down to the midsection before pulling back again. She moved smoothly and easily, sliding herself down without overwhelming her and then pulling back with an easy-moving tug that had her mewling. Hips bucked up eagerly and hands pulled along her backside, making the Heiress feel good.

She would have liked to fuck much harder, but she did not want to make it too hard for the girl. Half of her cock was okay, and each repetition worked a little more inside, so Weiss made the most of it. She pulled backward and forward, sliding into her sopping depths with ease and stretching her out just a little bit more each time. The slow fucking drove Mash wild, her mouth moaning and mewling more and more by the moment and her hips bucking up just a touch more frantically.

Weiss slow-fucked the girl into a mewling mess, and she drank up her cries with a little chuckle and a breathy gasp. She kissed her soft, full lips thoroughly, working them between her own in the ways that she knew girls loved, and played with her tongue using her own. At the same time, her hips pushed down at a steady, easy-going rhythm, filling out her flushed pink channel with the throbbing girth of her meaty dick. The slab rolled into her over and over, pushing down nice and deeply, and the sounds of feminine moans filled the room.

No words were exchanged as they kissed, but that was more than okay with Weiss. She sighed into her mouth as she fucked her thoroughly, stretching her out more and more as she pushed into her steaming depths, all to their mutual enjoyment. Hands tugged at her backside as she pushed her hips down, and the warmth of a female body greeted Weiss - legs rising, thighs cupping, soft bodies whispering together like moving silk. She drove herself between lush, thick thighs and down into a sopping slit with eagerness, loving the way Mash felt against her - and how it felt inside of her.

Mash moaned into her mouth with breathless glee. Her eyes were closed as she submitted to the kiss and enjoyed the thorough fucking, very obviously loving every moment of it. Her hips bucked up to greet the descending cock, stretching out her soaked cunt more and more, while hands pulled on Weiss's body. Her body shuddered each time that the Heiress grabbed hold of her tits between them and squeezed, kneading the fat, doughy mounds with lustful fingers, treating her like a girl of her beauty should be treated.

Down Weiss went, over and over again. She sank her cock into a dripping tunnel, stretching out the silky walls with little more than lustful purrs. Her hips moved at an easy, rolling pace, getting into the shallow and gentle fucking without much trouble - without faltering in the face of the day's hard fucking. It was almost like a relaxing lovemaking after hard, passionate fucking, and she adored it. Mash seemed to be adoring it just as much, and the Schnee Heiress felt a pleasant buzz fill her bloodstream.

Mash squeaked and groaned into her mouth as she was fucked. Her tongue twisted and turned in awkward, futile arcs, trying to move and not really playing with Weiss's tongue, but the white-haired girl took advantage of that all the same. The muscles pressed together in a slimy dance as they made out, and whimpers were pulled from the depths of the pink-haired girl's throat. They got sharper on each downward pump of her hips, and more like whines each time the thick rod was pulled out of her clamping depths.

Weiss groaned against her as she drove down again and again. Mash was marvellously wet, her insides dripping with arousal now that she was being fucked, and the Heiress happily pushed herself into it. More and more of her fat cock was pushed inside by the moment, stretching her out and reaming her silly on the bed, and Mash cooed with absolute bliss. The inexperienced girl had no idea how to take any of it, leaving Weiss as the single best thing she'd ever felt.

That pleased Weiss. The idea that she might be the girl's first and, assuredly, her best, left her feeling nicely buzzed. Growling with pleasure, she sank down again and again, firmer and smoother with each passing moment, submitting to the grip of her hands and legs and diving down with relish. Their bodies slipped together with whispers of contact, the silky skin of their stomachs gliding and the rounded softness of breasts grazing. Mash's full, plump chest was a true delight for the Schnee to press against, and she happily lowered herself more and more.

Hands left and moved to caress Mash's face as she pushed into her. Her body laid flat on top of her in a perfect missionary, and she reamed her out with skillful bucks of her hips. Stomachs rubbed and breasts squashed together, and the simple contact of doughy female breastflesh hit all of Weiss's kinks at once. She loved the touch and the sensation, and she happily gave in to the pleasure of it all. Bodies rubbed with increasing fervour and pelvises met with smooth thuds as she drove herself down, penetrating her silken cunt and adoring the vice-like tightness that greeted her each and every time.

Mash was the first to break the kiss, and she did so with a groaning cry. "O-oh! O-oh! Weiss, Weiss, wow, y-you feel so good -"

Weiss kissed her again, then again. She husked against her lips as she pushed down, dropping her hips and penetrating her with her broad length of cockmeat. She impaled her slick core almost to the base, then tugged back smoothly with a bubbling of juices. Mash was so wet she was dripping, and the Heiress happily plunged into that glistening warmth. Pleasure rocked through her bloodstream and danced along her spine, while balls ached with rising need.

Weiss kept up the pace without slowing and without faltering. It was easy for her to settle into a now-familiar rhythm of fucking, and whether calm or fast, rough or soft, she effortlessly worked her hips up and down in gratifying arcs that left Mash moaning. She cried out beneath her slim body, her hands grasping and tugging while her thighs caressed and clenched - all to Weiss's enjoyment. She pushed into her tightness again and again without pause, sliding down and rubbing their bodies together.

Sweat built up oh-so-gently on their skin, but it wasn't enough to make anything messy. The pace was overwhelmingly heartfelt and gentle, even though it was likely harder than anything Mash ever expected. The pink-haired beauty cried out as she was fucked steadily by the wrist-thick dick, her entire body clenching and tightening while insides went as tight as a vice, all to Weiss's mounting pleasure. She gasped and moaned as the shaft drove down oh-so-smoothly, impaling her tightness time and time again.

Her core clenched hard - almost violently hard, rendering Weiss speechless. Growling, she kissed the girl hard and forced her hips down, driving deeper into her sopping warmth. She pushed her out, filled her walls, rendering her a weak mess. Walls quivered harder for it, her dripping wet snatch pulsating and rippling, almost milking her thickness. It became more and more intense as Mash bucked her hips and cried out breathlessly, and the Schnee Heiress groaned as she anticipated the coming orgasm.

It hit Mash hard. Her entire body bucked at once; her hands clenching, her toes curling, and her spine bending. She broke the kiss as she threw her short-haired head backward and shoved her stomach outward, rubbing against Weiss in full - and leaving her groaning. Legs kicked out as the girl hit her violent peak and came all over her cock with milking walls and dripping warmth, but the white-haired teen fucked right through it with downward drops and thrusts.

"That's it," Weiss panted breathlessly, "t-that's it…"

Mash squealed and whined incoherently as she hit her messy peak, and Weiss fucked her through at all. Warm walls milked her thick dick more and more, and as Weiss's balls tightened and rose, she clenched her jaw tight. Dropping down one final time and burying every last inch of throbbing cockmeat into Mash's tightness, she, too, hit her peak, joining the girl's messy climax with one of her own.

The pinkette squealed for a second time as her cunt was plastered with thick semen from top to bottom. She whined senselessly as the warm baby-batter slashed through her tunnel and hit her cervix, plastering it all in rich, molten warmth. Weiss groaned and held herself down firmly as she pumped her load into the buxom girl, admiring the softness of her skin, the squishiness of her breasts, and the way she felt beneath her - all while drenching her insides in virile heat.

Mash continued to moan incoherently as Weiss pumped her up. Her balls tensed with each successive spurt, and her thick load of seed spilled into her at a rapid-fire pace. No matter how much she came she had more to give, and Mash deserved plenty - or so her mind thought. It swelled and pulsed with each hot rope that entered the vulnerable pussy, and every inch of the girl was soon stained in Schnee cum. It was an ocean of gooey warmth, and not a single drop went to waste.

She rested on top of the curvy girl, admiring the way her body felt against her and sighing at the satisfaction of it all. She panted, her cock still shooting out strings of cum, but Mash was in a whole other world: panting, breathing raggedly, hauling in blissful breaths of air as she trembled into stillness. The orgasm clearly overwhelmed her, and she didn't appear anything close to cognizant. Her face was flushed, ruddy, and her expression totally distant.

"Told you," Weiss panted, "that you'd get the night of your life."

Hoarse pants greeted her declaration, and Weiss laughed softly. She -

A buzzing made her frown, and, still stuck inside of Mash and using her plump breasts as a pillow, she reached over for her scroll. Flicking it on, she found a text message and a delicious sight waiting for her: a picture of Camie lying flat on her bed, finger jammed into her snatch, the angle of the camera perfectly down-plane to show off her mountainous cleavage.

Cum over bby, the text read, roomie not here and totes alone.

Weiss licked her lips. Shit… blonde bombshell slut, or cute shy girl who's never had a cock before…?

Weiss looked at the picture, down at the panting Mash, back at the picture, then back down again. A grin formed on her lips as she thought, and her fingers began to tap out a response at the same moment that her free hand gently caressed her partner back into lucidity.

Why not both?

Chapter 3: hird day of Spring Break- Hilda, Tomoe, Byleth/Rhea/Yang

Summary:

Third day of spring break, featuring Hilda from Pokemon, Tomoe Gozen from Fate:Grand Order, Byleth and Rhea from Fire Emblem Three Houses, and Yang from an obscure show called RWBY.

Chapter Text

"Oh, Weiss!" Mash groaned, her face filled with the same bliss as her voice. "A-ah! Weiss!"

The pretty pink-haired teen bounced on Weiss's cock with as much skill as she could muster, but she didn't have very much of that. She did not yet know how to move properly or how to get all of her curves bouncing along, but she tried her best. The enthusiasm powered her along, let her thighs flex and her soft stomach contort, and she eagerly dragged herself off the towering pillar before slamming right back down. She took all of the other teen's prodigious length inside of her in intense rushes, and on the downward drops skin was sent clapping out to fill the room.

"Ah!" She squeaked. "Ah!"

Mash liked to squeak, Weiss learned. She didn't know how to express herself all that well, which made sense with her inexperience. She just mewled and moaned out cutely as she rode her cock as eagerly as she could, bringing her wide hips up with her legs bunching and then dropping straight down to let her fat ass clap delightfully against slim thighs. Her large, fleshy tits bounced high on her chest, rising up toward her round face and then falling down in delightful arcs of wobbling that pleased everyone to watch.

"That's it, Mash," Weiss sighed, her hands cupping wide, fertile hips. She clenched down into the perfectly squeezable swells and bit down on her lip for a brief moment, just to work off the wonderful sensations rolling through her. "Ride my cock just like that, babe."

Mash squeaked again. She pushed herself down onto the hard cock, squishing the cum that had been deposited inside of her over many repeated hours of sex; churning it, squelching it, creating a sloppy lather that echoed out with each rise and fall of her hips. Weiss had been fucking her for quite a while now - since they'd woken up, in fact, they hadn't been separated from one another. The girl wanted everything she could give and then some, and now tried riding cock of her own volition. It was clumsy, awkward, and oh-so-good.

"This is so hot," Cammie purred from just nearby, one hand palming her own fat tit and the other carefully recording the lewdness with her phone. "Fuck, Mash. Ride that cock and make those tits bounce ."

Weiss only spared her a glance. She'd invited the girl over last night for a threesome, and she hadn't left, either. She stayed with them through the threesome and then into a morning three-way, and now, after having her own creampie dripping from her well-fucked pussy, she recorded the two go at it. Weiss was pretty sure she'd been recording for the entire night, in fact, but she didn't care. She knew she probably should, but it honestly didn't matter to her anymore.

She grunted and groaned as Mash pushed herself down over and over, her hips rising and falling the best they possibly could. The wide swells rose up along the towering length of her cock, the flesh gently dipping against her hands, and Weiss bit her lip in enjoyment. The way her textured, cum-filled cunt stroked her girl-meat delighted her, and feeling all that soft pink ripple against her had her dick throbbing happily. As the girl crashed down with pink hair fluttering around her face, her skin met Weiss's with a loud, ringing clap.

Then it happened again, as Mash kept on moving. She rose up happily, moaning excitedly as she felt the dick grinding through her insides, making walls bend and shift with pleasure; then dropping right back down with a wet noise, pushing onto the throbbing pillar of a cock with relish. She thumped down, her ass clapping, tits bouncing up in high, fleshy arcs, and Weiss watched them with wide eyes. The girl had an amazing rack, and staring at them jiggle in front of her was the simplest, purest of pleasures.

"Yes!" Mash squeaked. "Yes!"

"Fuck," Weiss groaned, "Move those-"

"Move those hips Mash!" Cammie interrupted, seemingly totally involved in what she filmed. It amused Weiss, and she spared the busty, almost ditzy blonde a look; watching her film the events while she touched herself, sending fingers digging deep into her fat tit. Flesh rolled just as lewdly as Mash's did with each drop of her hips, and the Heiress enjoyed the thought of how great big boobs really were. "We'll make a cock-rider of you!"

As far as Weiss was concerned, Mash was already on her way there. She brought herself down onto the cock, her pussy crashing down around it to enfold it in the lush softness, and the walls rippled happily. Her cock was stroked by the softness of her pink insides and the warmth of her cum, and the churning of it soaked her from top to bottom like a slick lather. Though Mash didn't quite slam down on her like Cammie had, her more methodical, graceful pace was just as pleasing, and so much more velvety.

"You're doing great," Weiss told her thickly, voice filled with pleasure. She could already feel her cock pulsating with desire, and it was exactly what she wanted. "You look amazing riding dick, Mash. These gorgeous tits bouncing in my face, these perfectly squeezable hips…"

She squeezed, and Mash mewled. Her body dropped down a little faster, a little more frantically, and pushed herself onto her towering prick with just a bit more need. Skin thumped together and clapped as she eagerly hilted the cock inside of her, and her face grew a tiny bit more dazed by the moment: her lips parting, her eyes rolling, her tongue lolling. She gasped happily as she pushed down and rolled her hips, desperately seeking stimulation, and Cammie cheered on her gyrations from the sidelines.

"I'm gonna cum," Weiss warned after less than a moment, her voice spilling out in a rush. She said the words without much care to their meaning, and the two girls merely moaned it on as excitement flooded their systems. They had taken her unprotected loads for hours, and so one more meant nothing to any of them. Maybe it should have, but it didn't. She just let the pleasure roll through her, let it fill her up, and rode it happily.

Her hands squeezed down on Mash's wide waist as she grunted hard, and hips bucked up instinctively. She thrust into her tightness just a bit more, soaking her dick in her gushing wetness, and then squeezed her face down shut as her dick throbbed in a climactic release. Suddenly, hot strings of her warmth were sent shooting out from the tip, launching through the girl's tight insides in a rush that left her feeling dizzy with satisfaction. She moaned out as the pleasure of an orgasm hit her hard, and she trembled as her dick spat out furious strings of semen without a care in the world.

Almost quicker still, Mash stopped all forward motion, slammed her hips down, and began to mindlessly buck them - almost as if milking her rod as hard as she could. Her voice spilled out in a sudden, sharp scream, a shout of joy, and Weiss almost wondered if the people around them could hear it. She didn't care about that, either, though, and watched the girl hit her own ludicrous peak there on her dick, and happily pumped her up full of her hot, sticky seed. The gooey baby-batter flooded her pussy and painted the already cum-filled snatch more and more, jamming it all up with her whiteness in seconds.

There was nowhere else for it to go, though, and it quickly began to overspill from her tightness in white gushes. It spilled out around her pussy folds and down around her cock in white heaps, collecting like bulges of paste, all sticky and messy. Mash whined insistently, her hips rolling and her breasts bouncing, as she rode out the orgasm, and Weiss grunted hard as her dick pumped out the contents of balls that were somehow still swollen with her cum - against any sense of logic or reason, they still had more to give.

Gosh, I wonder if this'll get her pregnant, Wiess mused. That'd be so hot. I've cum in her enough, anyways…

She was surprised by how hot the thought was, even though it was totally depraved and very much cheating. She didn't care all that much, though - and with how many times she'd had unprotected sex over the last few days, it felt like a distinct problem. A hot problem, though, and one she really liked the idea of.

"Weiss!" Mash whined hoarsely. "Weiss!"

"Fuck," Weiss declared.

"So hot," Cammie hummed.

Mash, well and truly out of energy, her face dizzy and dazed, almost instantly collapsed on top of Weiss. She slumped down on top of the white-haired girl, breasts pillowing out against her chest in the softest, lewdest of pillows, and her dazed head coming to a stop against her collarbone. Weiss just panted there, indulging in the afterglow of a climax and the squishiness of her partner's body, wondering how things had turned out in such a way and loving that they did.

She -

"That was so hot," Cammie interrupted, voice dazed. "Gosh, this is gonna make some of the beeeest stuff to, like, watch. This -"

Weiss blinked at her as Cammie trailed off, then watched her face morph into something like horror. "Oh, shit, like, shit!"

"Uhm -"

Cammie, immediately, hopped out her feet, rising up, grabbing at her clothes that she'd discarded all around the room – lingerie, panties, bra, shorts, crop top, various articles of jewelry, and the works. She moved about in a fumbling rush while Mash panted on top of Weiss, thoroughly spent after the cowgirl riding and the tumultuous threesome she'd experienced that morning.

"I totally forgot!" Cammie whined. "It's ten!"

Weiss just blinked at her. "Yes?"

"I totally had plans with my friends, like, fuck!" Cammie huffed, hastily pulling on her clothes. She didn't bother to put on her bra, and her underwear fully showed across her haphazard shorts. "I, like, gotta go! I'll – I'll see ya later, Weiss, pink girl, and I'll send the videos to you!"

Cammie rushed out the door, just like that. She did not even seem to care that she still leaked Weiss's cum, or that she hadn't actually properly dressed in any way that would make her look like anything other than a hot mess at best or a total slut at worst. She was gone, though, and that meant that Weiss didn't have to concentrate on any of that. She doubted a girl like Cammie would even care, much less allow someone else to take care of her like that.

"So... that was a thing," Weiss said slowly.

"Yeah!" Mash agreed dizzily, misunderstanding her shock at Cammie for a remark on the morning's events. "That was... really fun! I'm surprised by how fun these 'threesomes' are!"

Weiss blinked at her. The way Mash spoke struck her as odd, like a girl who hadn't actually done anything before. Not just sex, but... things. She seemed more sheltered than Weiss, strangely.

"Yeah," she agreed anyhow. "You really took to it well."

"It was a lot of fun," Mash giggled, her voice tired and sweet. She nuzzled down against Weiss, and she snugly fit against her with tits squishing into heaps of soft breast flesh. "It's fun feeling people, and having another girl with me. I like that. Maybe I'll see if I can get the Artorias to do that..."

"Huh?" Weiss asked, not following her words.

"N-nothing!" Mash said quickly, then smiled at her. "Thank you for this, Weiss."

Putting off her strange remark, Weiss smiled. "No problem, Mash."

It felt weird for her to say thank you to a girl she'd picked up and fucked so lewdly, but Mash seemed earnest in it. She enjoyed what she'd experienced, and seemed perfectly content with it all. As the pink-haired girl cuddled into her, Weiss wrapped an arm around a slender set of shoulders and let her press in close. She liked the sensation of a soft body against her, and she liked the way her face nuzzled smoothly into the crook of her neck.

It felt nice.

Mash yawned against her skin, and Weiss looked down into her pink hairline. "...you're pretty tired, huh?"

"Mhm... yeah," Mash agreed quietly. "Sex is tiring."

Weiss laughed a bit shyly. "Ah, yeah. Sorry; I went at you a little harder – and longer – than normal."

"It was fun," the girl said sleepily, her voice dropping as fast as her eyelids. "...Say, Weiss?"

"Yes?"

"Can I stay with you over spring break?"

Weiss's heart rate spiked, and her face cringed subtly. It was an instant reaction, and she knew why. She strayed into dangerous territory with such a line of thought; having a girl in her room – one that was split with Yang by a solitary wall – was risky. She had a girlfriend back home waiting for her, and no matter how similar Mash seemed to her, she was very much not that. She knew she should say no, make up some excuse so as not to implicate herself in something worse than cheating, or risk giving the girl the wrong idea.

"Sure," she said anyway, though she immediately felt her skin crawl at the word. Ugh, good going, Weiss...

"Thanks," Mash said even more sleepily, her eyelids drooping. "... Master ..."

"Huh?" Weiss, again, frowned and blinked down at the girl. "Master? What?"

Mash didn't respond. She conked out right there against her, totally tired and totally spent. She had no more energy left to give, and like an empty battery, just failed on her. She fell into sleep against her body, and began to silently breathe in and out. With an unanswered question on her lips, Weiss stared for a long, quiet moment, then flicked her head off to the side. She slumped back against the bed, letting the words wash over her and the pleasurable afterglow fade.

Mash felt very nice against her, and she enjoyed the faint scent of strawberries about her – but it was almost sterile, clinical. Certainly an odd thing, but she didn't mind it. She didn't mind the quirks of any of the girls she got to be with over the spring break, and liked each one for what they were worth. They were all hot, all pleasurable, and all intense – each one stronger than she would give people credit for normally, and each one a memory to be with.

She just wondered, then, why, unlike the girl she'd fucked into slumber, she herself wasn't at all tired. She wasn't tired after two non-stop days of fucking, and that was totally abnormal for her. She did not have that much stamina, and she wasn't some sort of sexual goddess. She should have been spent, tired, and empty of cum, but she wasn't. In fact, Mash's last words made her feel hard again – at least in part – and she kinda wanted to go for another round.

Fuck, she thought. Did Ishtar mess me up or something? I'm like a horndog…

The strange feeling filled her for a while. She mused on the idea of Ishtar's acts messing her up, changing her on some sexual level, while Mash leaned into her side and slept soundly. The tired girl was totally tapped out, not caring that she was stained with saliva and red from the intense friction of sex - but Weiss did care. She felt sweaty, mucky, and sticky, her hair a mess and her skin stained with her own cum, and she needed to clean up.

She would have liked to sleep in, but with her heart thumping, she couldn't. It was distinctly odd that she couldn't cuddle up to such a soft-bodied girl and enjoy it, but she felt restless. She just couldn't keep laying down, and so she carefully, slowly untangled herself from Mash, letting the pink-haired beauty slump against a pillow in place of her, and slipped back gently. Sheets slipped away from alabaster-pale skin as she sat on the edge of the bed, and she gently stretched arms above her head to stretch. Small breasts rose gently and a little yawn left her lips, all in preparation for when she began to quietly pad over to the shower.

Shower first, she thought. Yang second. Find another girl to hang out with, third.

She smiled.

A good plan.

She went about it in her normally smooth, graceful fashion: padding over gently, moving into her shower, taking a quick, clean one, and indulging in the heat that ran down her pale, perfect skin. She washed every last inch of her thoroughly, then soaked her white hair for a good while before settling in to tidy it up into something more manageable. Then, only a good ten minutes later and with her body dripping wet, she stepped out of the shower and back into her room.

Where Yang was.

Just as naked.

Weiss stared at her with her hands above her head, tucking her hair around into a ponytail. She froze just as Yang froze, both suddenly uncomprehending. Eyes flicked up and down, taking one another in; the Schnee heiress raking her eyes up and down the broad-shouldered, incredibly buxom body of her girlfriend's sister, taking in tits the size of her head and hips that were perfect for using as breeding-mounts, and felt her pulse quicken - and cock stiffen. Strong arms and tough abs only completed the look, giving her the same amazonian allure as the Tifa girl she'd banged the day prior.

Yang stared just as readily, and her eyes focused down on the pillar of a cock Weiss had swinging between her legs. The sexually-charged blonde unabashedly stared, in fact, as she got a good eyeful of fat cockmeat, and Weiss could have sworn she saw her lick her lips, too. However, all the white-haired girl was lean forward with eyes burning, a hiss ready on her lips.

"Yang, what the fuck!"

"Whoa, princess," Yang huffed. "What's up? Why the whispering-slash-hissing?"

Weiss struggled to keep her eyes off of gorgeously formed, perfectly rounded breasts and on purple eyes. "There's a girl sleeping in my bed, you dolt! "

"Oh. Right." Yang blinked. "Yeah, I see that. Kinda annoyed that you got another bitch…"

"Yang, shut up. " She glared firmly and planted her hands on her hips, but, tiny as she was compared to Yang, she knew it was non-threatening. "Why are you in my room?"

"Uh…" Yang squinted. "I walked into the wrong one after taking a shower?"

Weiss scoffed. "How the heck?!"

Yang shrugged, sending her magnificent tits wobbling. "I dunno?"

"You don't know?!" Weiss hissed, voice low so as not to wake Mash. "Yang -"

"You know, you're pretty hung, Weiss," Yang commented idly, breaking her train of thought. "Didn't think you were packing like a horse Faunus, but -"

"Yang!" She hissed. Her face wasn't even red, and she wasn't even angry at her words - she just wanted the disruption out of her room. "Get out of my room!"

Yang, infuriatingly, laughed, and Weiss was left to grit her teeth with the realization that Yang was just so hot that she didn't even want to get properly mad at her. "Meet you outside in ten?"

" Out! "

Wet. T-Shirt. Contest.

Weiss had only ever heard of such things before, and never seen them. Now, she could only muse that they were the sweetest words in her language, and the single best event she'd seen on the beach so far. Everywhere she looked, across the little contest area, were girls in thoroughly wet, utterly soaked shirts, the thin cloth made totally insubstantial and therefore totally see-through. The wet cloth fabric clung to feminine bodies that got her dick hard just to watch, and she was treated to the amazing sight of skimpy bikinis right underneath them.

Weiss loved it. Her mouth almost watered as she gazed over the platter of girls on display for the crowd, each one beautiful and shapely in their own right: a blue-haired girl with a massive rack, a redhead with amazing cleavage, a blonde with some delicious-looking underboob, a brunette with some great side-boob, and more besides. It was all tits, and the Heiress stared like a lecher. The way that wet fabric showed her soft stomachs and smooths curves was just wonderful, and the wetness of fashionable bikinis underneath just barely hugging sizeable chests was exactly what any horny person could want.

And she was horny. The morning's events, between Mash, Yang, and Cammie, left her totally rearing for action. She could only lick her lips as she stared at it all with her cock growing stiff, taking in each and every girl getting splashed with water and watching them jump around all excitedly afterward: water spraying off their bodies, tits bouncing around in their now-clinging tops, all to enthusiastic clapping all around.

There were a lot of hot pieces of ass on the beach, granted, and Weiss could look at any of them, but she was enraptured by the contest. Yang had dragged her over and gotten her a front-row seat as she enthusiastically decided to participate in it, saying that she was 'going to get a one-up on her' - whatever that meant. She didn't care, honestly. She just stood right there at the front of it all and stared at all the gorgeous, busty, shapely girls stepping up to get splashed and soaked with water, and praised the skimpiness of their dress moments later.

When I'm CEO, she swore to herself, I'm doing this all the time.

She stared at each and every girl on display in front of her, watching the bounce of their chests and the perkiness of their curves, and eyed them up like they were nothing more than slices of meat for her to enjoy. She felt crude for doing it, but horiness filled her up and did all the thinking for her. Her cock made all the decision making as she shamelessly raked her eyes over everyone she could, practically eye-fucking them, fully intent on picking one to try and fuck in the next hour.

A brunette bounced her way up to the front, all perky and bubbly and bright. She had an aura of self-confidence about her that almost matched Yang's, in Weiss's opinion. She certainly had the curves for it, too, because even though her chest wasn't anywhere close to as large as the others, her hips looked amazing. Her legs were athletic put plump, and she had the kind of lower-half that Ruby did - and Weiss liked that.

Another bucket of water, and the girl was splashed with cold water. She shrieked and giggled just like all the others, and everyone around them laughed and clapped. Weiss found it funny how the simple act of a girl's shirt getting soaked with water appealed to so many, but it did. It was hot to watch, and she licked her lips and clapped like all the others as white fabric went transparent around an athletically fit body, and she stared happily as a tiger-print bikini top revealed itself to all their eyes.

The girl bounced around for a little bit, showing off the way her chest bounced around in her clinging shirt. The fleshy mounds shook and quivered in their tiger-print bikini top, shaking joyfully as if to match her smile. Everyone clapped, and Weiss did too as she focused intently on her cleavage - but even she could tell that the girl didn't have a chest like the others; not even close. She was too small by a good cup size, and her energetic bobbing didn't make up for it.

She was waved off the 'stage' like the other participants to wait in line, but when she turned Weiss felt her cock pulsate hard. The girl didn't have much in the way of a chest, not compared to Yang as she stepped up right after her and earned the instant adoration of the crowd, but Weiss was razor-focused on her ass. Wrapped up in tight short-shorts and with her tiger-print thong wrapping around the swells of her hips, it had to be one of the best asses she'd seen on the beach during the trip.

It was big, and it was round. The short-shorts were low enough to let her ass hang free, and her bikini-thong carefully designed to show off a whale-tale from the backside. She had an ass to match the tits of any of the others, and it might have been as good as the white-haired girl from the first day - 2B, or something like that. She stared at it as the brunette tidied up her ponytail, lips biting her hairband, and entirely ignored Yang as she got soaked and earned everyone's praise in an instant.

Her, Weiss decided. That ass… man….

She licked her lips.

She stared straight at the unknown brunette as the contest ran its course, her eyes only scanning over the other contestants with their now-soaked shirts and their brazenly displayed bikini tops beneath. Some were absolute bombshells, and Yang was the unceremonious champion of it all as befitted someone with double-D's shaped by some lewd god and her shirt clinging to her abs like a marble statue, but Weiss only had eyes for the bubbly, confident girl with an ass that looked absolutely appetizing.

"The winner is Yang Xiao Long!" The 'announcer' cheered, holding Yang's hand up high. "Second place - Nejire Hado!"

A blue-haired beauty with a chest that should have been bigger than even Yang's stood beside her, and Weiss paused on her for a moment.

"Third - Hilda - er, just Hilda!"

The brunette perked up, and she bounced up into the forefront with hands boldly set on her hips and a cocky smile on her face- the kind of girl that would almost assuredly roll up to every challenger and challenge and take it head-on. She had Yang's boldness about her and Ruby's charismatic enthusiasm, and Weiss found herself indulging in the best of both worlds.

Hilda, she repeated mentally. Let's get to know you, Hilda.

Everyone, naturally, crowded around Yang, and then further the second place winner. Honestly, Weiss wasn't in any place to blame them. Both Yang and the bluenette - Nejire whatever - were gorgeous in their own right, each one a prize to be lauded over, and just looking at Yang's curves in her clinging shirt and the yellow bikini beneath was quite the sight. She was an athlete, and the muscles looked amazing when picked out by transparent, soaked cloth; and the girl beside her was all soft, thicc curves, the definition of softness, and she made a perfect partner.

Yet, Weiss glossed over them as she walked straight over to Hilda, seeing the girl take her praise from a few of her friends and some of the bystanders. She seemed perfectly happy and not at all disturbed by any of it, and just smiled happily. She bounced along, her tits shaking in her top and her ass seeming to wobble as she stepped back, and the Heiress was hopelessly entranced.

The crowd was big enough to stop her from just running forward, but that was fine. She got to see Hilda's swaying hips in action as she sauntered right over to the bar, moving with a combination of preppy bouncing and bold swaying that showed she was a seasoned traveler - someone who knew how to walk, where to put her feet, and how to look excellent while doing it. Weiss didn't know if it was natural charisma or just experience, but she absolutely loved watching the girl walk.

Hilda set herself down on the countertop of the bar and leaned straight over it, forearms pressing into the clean wood. Her ass stuck out backward as she bent at a near ninety-degree angle, showing off the absolutely perfect curves as if on a platter for Weiss's enjoyment. Heck, everyone's eyes around looked over and appreciate the gorgeous sight, and she couldn't blame them. The short-shorts covered little, riding low on a waistline to show off a skimpy bikini bottom, the small ties tucked into the sides; most of her white assflesh hanging free, looking like a deliciously heavy shelf that was demanding to be slapped.

Weiss watched the curve of her spine, saw the clinging tightness of her wet shirt, and stared at the ass jutting forward as if on a platter for her enjoyment, and very happily leaned into the bar beside her. It was one of those outdoor types, and the open air made it a little rowdy and a little loud; her presence wasn't immediately noticed as she settled in beside the leaning Hilda, who looked over and around with a smile. Her brown hair framed a face both smooth and defined, a nice combination of rolling cheekbones and a sharp chin.

"Hey," Weiss half-shouted as she leaned in. She had a jovial edge to her voice and no small measure of eagerness buried in her words, and if anyone really paid attention, her motivations would have been crystal-clear. "May I buy you a drink to cheer you up?"

Hilda turned her head, ponytail bobbing, and looked at her straight in the eyes. They were a warm brown colour, and they seemed to absorb what she saw very quickly. They flicked down, looking over Weiss's swimsuit, then back up with a quick, preppy bounce. Lips flicked up into an earnest grin; not all that coy, not all that seductive, just eager and happy. She, apparently, liked what she saw, and that made the Schnee girl preen.

"A drink to cheer me up?" Hilda asked, lips still smiling. "What's there to cheer me up about?"

Weiss waved at the bartender and motioned with two fingers, not even bothering to care about what she ordered. "That you came in third place for the wet t-shirt contest. A big shame, considering how beautiful you are."

Hilda laughed immediately. "Thanks! But I bet you weren't checking out my looks, huh?"

Weiss smiled with Schnee-like boldness as she settled into the countertop. "I absolutely was. You look amazing in a wet t-shirt, I must admit."

Another laugh, and the girl started to twist a lock of brown hair around her finger. "Wow, you're pretty fast, huh?"

"Fast? I'm just appreciating." Her eyes flicked up as the bartender set down two beers in front of them, and she thanked him with a twist of her lips. "I thought you looked amazing in a wet t-shirt, and that bikini is really nice. I think it's a shame you didn't win, is all."

"Nah, I knew I wouldn't win," Hilda replied, still twisting a lock of brown hair around her finger. "My chest isn't nearly good enough to win something like that! I just wanted to have some fun. Like, did you see the blonde? First place? Gosh, she's a stud. "

Weiss laughed. "I do! She's my friend, actually. Split rooms with me."

"Whoa, seriously?" Hilda leaned in to the counter a bit more. "Lucky you!"

"Maybe… but I think you're the one that I'd rather spend time with." Weiss cracked open her beer with a grace she'd only learned during the Spring Break. "You seem like fun company."

"I've been told I'm pretty fun," Hilda giggled in assent, clearly receptive to the insinuations and flirting. She seemed perfectly happy to have Weiss there hitting on her, in fact, and the white-haired girl's board shorts started to feel tight around her dick. "And I am looking for company…"

"Well, here I am," Weiss hummed a little too smugly, taking pride in her charms - and Hilda seemed to drink it up. "Ready and willing to cheer you right up."

Hilda grinned as she cracked open her own beer and threw it back - way back, downing a good quarter in a gulp. Weiss watched, mesmerized, as the brunette swung the can down, then licked her lips of brown droplets. "I'm really not all that upset, honestly. Like I said, I don't have a great rack compared to the other girls - and I'm way more proud of my ass, anyways."

Whoa. Weiss's heart thumped to hear the words leave Hilda's lips; such a bold proclamation of her assets that those around them turned to look. Weiss, though, did not allow herself to be taken off guard by it, and quickly leaned back to look right over at the ass hutting ninety-degrees out from the bartop. It was a smooth, jutting curve of flesh wrapped up in tight short-shorts as far as another girl's chest, and it looked so full and heavy that Weiss was sure only 2B had her beat out.

She drifted back to the bar and let out a low whistle. "Oh, I think I agree. Your assets definitely lay in your backside, Hilda."

"You sure?" Hilda wiggled her hips. "I don't think you got a good enough look."

Weiss let out a throaty chuckle at the sheer eagerness on display, and mentally made a note to write the best review of spring break that she could when she got home. Outwardly, she pushed herself back again, very deliberately and very thoroughly running her eyes over the sweep of her spine and the generous curve of her ass. She could see the flesh hanging partways out of the skimp holes of her legs, and the low-riding top left a swathe of her bikini hanging free. She could see all of it, and she loved it.

"I think I know an amazing ass when I see it, Hilda, and yours is fantastic," she told her, not caring how crude she sounded. "It's almost a crime they didn't judge that in the contest."

"It was a wet T-shirt contest," Hilda pointed out with a giggle, and Weiss huffed with amusement.

"So it was. Still, a shame. If you just spun around, I'm sure you'd have taken first place."

Hilda giggled, curled her hair, and wiggled her hips at her words. She gently swayed them from side to side and sent her ass bobbing, and it made Weiss's blood boil. Her arousal rose up and flared hotly at the sight, with her instincts telling her to grab hold and mount the slut as fast as she could. Her backside looked amazing, and she wanted it more than she could admit.

"Why didn't you join in?" Hilda asked after another sip, and Weiss had to tear her eyes off her ass to look at her eyes. "You're pretty good looking yourself…"

Weiss shrugged and indicated herself. "Unfortunately, I don't have much in the way of chest or backside, as you can see. My endowments lay elsewhere, let's say."

"Oh?" Hilda licked her lips. "That's some pretty suggestive talk when I don't know your name!"

" Now it's suggestive?" Weiss laughed. "I'm Weiss Schnee, if that makes you more comfortable. I -"

"Wait, Weiss?" Hilda's eyes went wide. "Oh, the - white hair, the scar, that makes so much sense!"

Weiss blinked in confusion, and her hand froze her can of beer beside her lips. "You know who I am?"

"Of course!" Hilda said cheerfully, now leaning in even more. "I just didn't realize. Uhm, I've heard about you! Dawn - you remember Dawn? - She's my roommate."

"Dawn? Daw - Oh, Dawn!" Weiss nodded along in understanding as she recalled a blue-haired girl with a deliciously heart-shaped ass in the club's bathroom. She had been terribly drunk at the time, but it was hard to forget a girl as cute and adorable as that. "Yes, I do remember her."

"She told me all about you," Hilda gushed. "The bar hookup, the washroom? That was so hot to hear about."

"I… am glad to hear it," Weiss chuckled awkwardly, hand sliding to scratch her neck. It felt awkward to think about the messy sex in a bathroom stall, but it had been hot and the girl had been attractive. "I didn't think something like that would come around again. You know, you recognizing me because I slept with your friend."

Hilda flashed her perfect teeth. "Trust me, she gushed about you for a while. Not often a girl gets a good lay like that, you know?"

"I can't say I very well do, but I am pleased as a peach to be so fondly remembered." She tried to keep her words smooth and eloquent, to make her seem like someone desirable - and Hilda seemed to drink it up hook, line, and sinker. "Nice to know I made such a good impression."

"Well, if what she said is true, I can definitely see why you'd leave such an impression…"

Weiss just shrugged all too smugly as she supped her drink. "Depends on what she said."

"She said a lot, " Hilda drawled, her tongue seeming to let the words roll. "About how good you were at sex… and how big your dick was."

Weiss let out a mock gasp. "Now who's being forward?"

Another giggle, and another teasing sway of the hips. "Hey, I'm just saying what she said!"

Weiss watched her ass as she drank her beer, not at all minding the taste anymore. "Hm. Well, I don't know if what she said was accurate. She was pretty drunk."

"She said you were big. "

"I know," Weiss sighed theatrically, "but she might be seriously downplaying how big I am."

Hilda let out an eager, amused laugh, and wiggled her hips just that little bit more. "Hey, hey - you an ass connoisseur, Weiss?"

Weiss snorted almost instantly. "What? I don't know. I suppose I'm as fond as anyone else, and much more appreciative."

"Well…" Hilda looked at her and fluttered her lashes. "Since you're just so nice, and you're so willing to cheer me up… wanna show me the same fun you showed Dawn?"

"Do I? Absolutely," Weiss drawled, voice thickening with desire. "But what does that have to do with being an ass connoisseur?"

"Because I love a good, big dick fucking my doggy-style," Hilda told her, lips still smiling and her lashes still fluttering. Her hips swayed back and forth suggestively, teasing the white-haired Schnee just that little bit more. "And I'm hoping you've got a dick big enough to treat me right…"

"Oh, I absolutely do, baby," Weiss purred, her hands reaching out in one smooth motion. She set them along Hilda's spine and felt the girl shudder against her, liking the touch on her wet shirt. Hands trailed down, palms moulding to the curve of her spine, as she slowly began to rise up from her leaning position, taking control of the situation as boldly as she could. "I know exactly how to have fun with a gorgeous girl like yourself."

"Wow. You're getting pretty handsy in public," Hilda noted, but she sounded pleased more than anything.

"I was with Dawn," she pointed out, and Hilda laughed.

"Gosh, you really are good at this…"

"I like to think so," Weiss purred, hands trailing along her spine. She rose up and moved around the leaning Hilda, letting her fingers flutter along her waist then down across the swells of her gorgeously wide hips. She teased the thin lines of her bikini bottoms and plucked at the little ribbon-strings at the sides which kept it all tucked into place, then traced fingertips across the line of her scandalous shorts. "Does being in public bother you?"

"Does it bother you?" Hilda asked, not even looking over her shoulder. She just giggled as Weiss's hands cupped her waist and squeezed, and then let out a little mewl as they drifted down to clamp around her hips.

Weiss considered it for one full moment, then huffed. "Not anymore."

"Good," said Hilda, "because I'm kinda tired of waiting to go back to my room all the time for a guy that can't put out."

"Trust me, I'm going to put out," she told her, quickly getting around her. She reached down and grabbed two palmfuls of her jean short-shorts and squeezed, digging her hands into the tough material and bending it around through sheer greed. Hilda let out a pleased gasp at her touch, and she pushed her ass backward to fill up her hands without hesitation. "And honestly? Your ass looks incredible in these tight short-shorts. Really, one of the best I've ever seen, and I've seen some great ones."

"Then dive in, Ms. ass connoisseur, " She laughed, seemingly perfectly happy.

"With pleasure," she husked, voice thick and breathy, and she started to pull.

Without hesitation, Weiss dug her fingers into the waistband on her short-shorts and tugged down hard. The tightness had them chafing along the skin, but she didn't care and neither did Hilda as she let out a receptive little sound. The Schnee pulled hard, dragging them down over a deliciously fat curve, and watched the skin bend and dip against the pressure. She licked her lips as the two perfect globes of her ass were revealed to her – and everyone nearby – and smacked her mouth as she stared at the rounded curves of flesh.

"Honestly incredible," she told her without hesitation. She took notice of her tiger-print bottoms, but she didn't focus on them at all as she sent her hands slapping down against the fat curve of assmeat, landing down with a soft thump that made them jiggle and then digging fingers into her meaty mounds with single-minded hunger. She pressed down, sinking them in deep, and immediately began to knead with her palms; mashing the soft assflesh around with lustful desire.

"Gosh, Weiss," Hilda said. "Dawn was right; you really do like to touch..."

"I would never dream of letting an ass this great pass me by," she told her shamelessly, and dug her fingers in deeper still. As Hilda leaned against the bartop, she pushed her ass out into her hands to tease her; letting her palms fill out with the plentiful meat, squishing into her in the most pleasing of ways, and Weiss groaned. She dug into her and mauled it around without caring, bending the smooth, white skin around in happy tugs and eager presses.

"Mind if I slap?" Weiss asked her after a moment, breath husking out from between her teeth as she dug her hands into her soft, squishy ass. It felt amazing in her hands, and she loved the feeling of bending all that plentiful flesh around. She could knead and squish to her heart's desire, and happily pulled on the skin to bend it apart.

"I'd be sad if you – Aeeeei! "

Weiss didn't wait for an answer. She just slapped her ass with the full power of her hand, treating the curve exactly as it deserved to be – and Hidlda happily took it. She squeaked out a moan of satisfaction as she pressed back into her, taking enjoyment out of the rough slap. The flesh bounced up from the point of impact and rippled outward lewdly, and the bouncing entranced Weiss long enough for her to do it again – swatting the meaty underside, and watching the resulting bounce.

"Amazing," she purred, voice thick. She squeezed her ass as Hilda yelped happily, and watched as the girl shoved herself back from the counter and pressed herself against her. She pushed back as ass slapped her again, sending the flesh into a bouncing, quivering fit, and smooshed herself against Weiss's board shorts; driving back until she could slap into her lap, and then immediately rolling her hips with athletic skill.

Weiss gasped, while Hilda hummed. "Oh. Wow. You feel pretty big."

"I bet," Weiss husked smugly. She smacked the girl's ass again as she pressed into her, her hips rolling in a sudden flick and then bucking with skilled precision. She practically twerked against her standing body as if she were dropping it low in a club, pressing the soft globes of white flesh against her pants and grinding away on her bulge, and Weiss loved it. She let her fingers trail over the pert, rounded curves and up to grab at her hips, squeezing down into the taut skin and taking her pleasure of it.

"C'mon," Hilda urged not even a moment later, "You gotta take it out; I wanna feel it."

Weiss smirked. She let Hilda grind against her shorts for a full moment, loving the way her hips rolled and her ass twerked. She adored the way her spongey assflesh compressed down as she pushed back, and she took enjoyment out of how they wobbled against her bulge as she rolled her waistline. She felt it all through the grip of her hands, and it made her blood boil something fierce.

People were starting as Hilda unabashedly twerked and teased the young white-haired girl, but not a care was given toward them. Weiss just grabbed her shorts and fished them down rather crudely, pulling on strings and grabbing the thick, girthy meat that formed a bulge inside. She pulled on the truncheon of white cockmeat until it was brought into the light of day, and heard a few sharp intakes from the handful of girls around; then she sent the meaty pillar thumping down against Hilda's twerking ass, letting it smack to a stop there.

"Oh. Oh." Hilda looked over her shoulder, and her lips twisted into a very happy smile. "Whoa. You're really big, huh?"

"Bigger or smaller than what Dawn said?" She asked teasingly, loving the way that Hilda kept on twerking her soft, squishy ass against her dick. The brunette, without hesitation and right there in public, happily rolled her hips along, sliding the girthy slab of meat into the cleft of assflesh and grinding away against it.

"Bigger, I think," Hilda hummed throatily. "But, I don't think I'll know until I've got that fat stick inside of me."

Weiss laughed. "Don't need to tell me twice."

She pulled on Hilda's hips, and she pushed her forward to stop her grinding. The girl gasped happily and curled her fingers in on themselves as she was manhandled, and she looked eagerly over her shoulders as Weiss pulled on her bikini bottoms. She didn't bother to tug them off like her shorts and drop them similarly around her thighs, but instead just dragged them aside to dig into one lush hemisphere of assflesh and bare the slickness of her core. Hilda was visibly wet, glistening with desire, and that was something Weiss could not resist.

So, she didn't. She dragged her dick down with one hand and pressed it against Hilda's slit, and drew out a pleased moan at her touch. She unabashedly and shamelessly pressed herself in against her with a flick of her wrist, letting the bulbous head slide along puffy folds and rub against a button-like clit. A soft squeak left Hilda's lips at the touch, and Weiss smiled to hear it. Leaning in, she applied a bit more pressure, allowing her smooth tip to press into parted petals and ease them out around her.

"Don't tease," Hilda pouted over her shoulder, almost as if knowing that Weiss had no intention of 'easing' anything into her.

Weiss grinned. "Girl after my own heart."

With that, and without another word, she slammed her hips forward in one powerful swing. Instantly, the head of her dick pushed through all of her pussy lips and folds at once and jammed into the tightness of her tunnel beyond, breaching the sanctity of it in one rush of motion that left Hilda whining happily. The rest of her dick followed, and in just a few scant moments she had inches of rock-hard cockmeat jamming her walls out nice and wide - a swath of her big, girthy shaft, enough to make anyone moan, even someone as horny and eager as Hilda.

"Fuck!" The girl whined. It was a sound of pleasure, and she eagerly rolled her hips into Weiss as she felt the pillar that was her cock sink into her at such a quick, brutal pace - but that was exactly what she wanted, and Weiss knew it. "Gosh, damn, that's the stuff!"

Weiss just chuckled as she drilled in a good five inches of her cock into the tightness of her pussy right then and there without a care in the world, not bothering with anything silly like decency or shamelessness. She didn't care, and with a hot, tight pussy wrapped around her, it simply did not matter. She only wanted to feel her hot walls around her cock and nothing more, and put all other thoughts out of her head as she rolled her hips into the girl. She speared another throbbing inch into her hotness, relishing the play of insides against her, and licked her lips happily.

"You're nice and tight, Hilda," she husked, hands petting her hips. She gripped them firmly as she rolled her pelvis and sent her cock gently drilling into her, pushing out walls around her with each slick gyration and making sticky wet noises. "And wet, too. Just how I like it…"

"C'mon and fuck me, Weiss," Hilda urged, head twisting to look over her shoulder and her ass insistently pushing back despite the hands around her waist. She shoved herself onto the dick almost greedily, searching for more of the delicious friction, and she got that when Weiss started to pull backward. "A-ah…"

"Don't worry," she replied with a half-laugh, her hips pulling free the vascular meat of her cock. Inches slipped out at a grinding roll that had the underside make full contact with lush walls, and Hilda made a noise of pure pleasure to feel it. "Bar or not, I'm not holding back for you. You're just way too hot."

As if she was not in public and was not fucking a girl that wasn't her girlfriend, she sent her dick slamming forward again in a quick, crashing arc. She sawed the throbbing meat into the hotness of Hilda's pussy and successfully drilled a swath of white flesh inside, peeling out pussy lips and clenching walls both. She pushed as much as she could inside and forced them to swell out around her, cramming the horny brunette full of as much of her girth as she possibly could, and only stopped when the tightness forced her into an adjustment.

"Oh!" Hilda moaned happily. "You really do know how to move those hips!"

"Don't you know it," Weiss purred, body arching to tug her dick free. She might not have had a lot of experience before going on break, but now she felt like some amazing casanova that could show any of the girls a good time - and that was what she tried to do as she pulled back, dragging herself free with a wet squelching, and pulling all the way until even her head popped free. She used one hand to slap Hilda's ass and send both it and the girls into a fit, then brought her hips crashing down firmly.

"Ah!" Hilda groaned as the hard cock slammed down into her tight cleft, penetrating her in a rush of motion that left her head spinning backward. Brown hair flopped as she looked up at the sky, and Weiss indulged in the sight just as much as she did for the feeling of liquid warmth surrounding her dick. She pressed down, burying at least eight meaty inches of Schnee-cock into her tight cleft, and then immediately rolled her hips; grinding out walls with a sticky series of pops, making them all flex pleasantly around her.

Hilda felt great wrapped around her cock, and Weiss couldn't stop herself from wanting to go buck-wild immediately. She knew it was a lewd thing to do in public with the girl braced against a public beachside bar, but she just did not care at all. She rather eagerly dragged her dick free of her grasping cunt to prepare herself for another forward push, then drilled her stiffness into the plush tightness of her pussy in the very next moment. She did not waste any time to get herself in as deep as she possibly could, and she enjoyed the simple friction of it all.

"You are tight, " Weiss told her in compliment, crude though it might have been. Hilda seemed to like it, though, as she rolled her hips and pushed back, jamming her cunt onto her hard dick. Her inner walls bent out squishy against her as she fucked herself onto the dick, and it was happily matched by a deep forward movement by Weiss. Inches jammed inside to cram her full, and as the brunette whined, she did it all over again.

"Fuck me, Weiss," Hilda groaned out. "D-damn - work those hips -"

Hilda almost seemed hornier and more eager than Weiss herself, and it made the white-haired girl chuckle. She slapped the fleshy curve of her fat ass with her palm, and she sent the flesh bouncing up in a lewd arc of motion. In the same breath, her dick hammered forward, sinking as much of herself inside as she could before drawing back to do it again. She forced her meaty girth into her hot pussy without a care in the world, and she got more and more inside with each passing moment as she built up into a smooth rhythm of fucking that was nowhere near loving - it was just hot, messy sex.

"Ah! Yes!" Hilda moaned, happy and content. "A-ah -"

Her hips rolled and pushed back, jamming herself onto the hard dick. Her cunt squished and bent around the slab of her dick, and all as she eagerly sheathed herself onto her meat - and Weiss liked it. Loved it, in fact, and she slapped her ass hard enough to make Hilda squeal before digging her fingers into the soft meat. The brunette's head lolled and her spine began to arch as the white-haired girl pushed herself in harder, swinging her hips with more and more force and sawing her thick prick into her at a pace that was almost bruising.

"Maidens, you are just so hot," Weiss told her, hand kneading soft skin. She bent, squished, and tugged, pulling on the smooth assflesh as she pounded her dick forward. She swung her hips into her hard and fast, letting her cock glide through velvety insides until they all rippled with motion around her. She practically hammered the throbbing pillar inside, churning out the copious juices which had collected in Hilda's arousal. All of it was just so hot, and both of them loved it. "This ass… "

"Weiss!" Hilda sighed, spine arching more and more. She grabbed hold of the bar and pushed back, seeking more hardness in the middle of the reckless sex, and it had her snatch gobble up swathes of cockmeat at a time. Weiss loved the way that the brunette threw her ass back onto her so greedily, as if she were starved for sex, but it didn't even occur for her to slow down and watch - she just hammered away into her tight cleft, producing stickier, wetter noises. "J-just like that yes fucking yes - "

Others around them were beginning to take proper notice of what was going on, brought forward by the cries and mewls and moans. They stared from all around the bar, and some stared from just nearby, too, watching the lewdness happening against the countertop. At first just glances and looks, then more outright watching, with breaths coming out in amused puffs and complimentary gasps that were no small measure of surprise and confusion and awe.

Weiss didn't care. She didn't even pay attention to them as she fucked Hilda against the countertop, pounding her cock into her cunt even as the girl pushed back against her with a pushing of her hands. She shoved herself onto the thrusting pillar of dickmeat, greedily taking it into her plush snatch, and Weiss eagerly hammered forward to bury herself inside. She almost frantically went at it, pounding her fat spear of a dick to send her insides quivering out around it, and the slurping of wetness made it all the more smooth.

The fatness of Hilda's bouncing ass quickly hammered into her pelvis as she moved forward, fucking her hard, thick dick into her pussy. She slammed away at her cunt, penetrating her with long, broad strokes, happily and eagerly sheathing herself inside; and as she brought the full range of her hips to bear she sent herself thudding into the jutting curve of her ass, sending it all quivering out around her. The flesh bent and jiggled pleasantly away from the point of impact, cratering inward against the shape of her hips.

"That's it, Hilda," she grunted happily, "Throw that ass back so I can fuck you nice and good- "

"Yes!" Hilda moaned out. "Ah, damn, fucking yes - "

Her hips crashed forward into her ass, fucking her dick through the length of her snatch. Liquids gushed out around her dick as she thrust forward, sending juices squelching. Her well-lathered dick plunged into her hot pussy again and again, and her hips pressed down to smack against her ass with a loud, ringing clap. The skin rippled out lewdly and cratered inward messily, pillowing out around the shape of her hips like the most comfortable of cushions. It was delightful to slam against, and she did so happily.

She hammered into it again and again, fucking her cock into her hot cunt and pushing Hilda forward against the bar counter. The girl braced herself and pushed back, throwing her ass onto her cock, burying her dick in as deeply as she could. She happily met her thrusts to produce the loudest, lewdest of sounds, a squelching of wetness and a clapping of skin that filled their ears. Skin pillowed out around her as she hammered into her ass, compressing the skin down flat for a few brief instants before bringing her hips back to send it all springing back into shape.

Heavy forward thrusts sent Hilda's ass quivering, and powerful pushes made the round curve turn concave. The flesh bounced and jiggled as she hammered away at her backside, her pelvis connecting with a series of loud thump-claps-smacks that filled the air, providing a lewd beat for them to indulge in - and Hilda certainly indulged. Crying out happily, her spine bent and arched, curving inward to push her ass up receptively, and Weiss eagerly rammed into her all the harder still. The thick plaps! and thuds! of impact sent everything wobbling, and the high, bouncing arcs of assflesh against her skin delighted her.

"Does it feel as good as Dawn told you?" She husked, leaning in to jam her dick inside as hard and fast as she could. Hilda's ass clapped powerfully with each forward push, thwapping with the most intense of blows.

"So much better," Hilda groaned, her spine bending into a deep inward curve. Her ass pushed out violently, almost begging to be mounted, and Weiss happily provided with each hard thrust. "F-fuck - I'm almost jealous she went first - !"

While whumps and thumps of impact filled the air, the crowd around the shameless duo thickened. More girls and more men watched them, both from all around the bar and just gathering in a circle; collecting to watch the two of them go at it so hard and frantically. Weiss could see them drinking alcohol as they watched the show happily, and when her blue eyes scanned over them curiously, they saluted her with the stems of bottles - so she nodded, grinned, and slapped Hilda's ass each time in a salute of her own.

But still, she kept on going. She didn't particularly care if there were ten or twenty people around her watching the lewdness unfold, and she just let it wash over her. She thrust into her hot cunt and penetrated it from top to bottom, making Hilda moan and whine happily. Her fat ass bounced and ripped with each rough stroke, and Weiss rather contentedly made it clap each time she moved. Her hands grabbed her hips securely and tugged hard, using the wide berths as leverage to pull and fuck her all the harder still.

"Whoa, look at her go!" One of the women shouted.

"Yeah, fuck the slut!" said another, enthusiasm thick in her voice.

"Ream her out!"

"Shit, look at how big she looks -"

"Damn, that's the hottest thing I've seen in a while -"

"-That's one amazing fuckin' ass -"

"-Look how big that dick is -"

Words of praise washed over Weiss as she fucked, as she listened to them all without really caring. She heard the women and the men start to praise them, remarking on her sexual prowess she put on display and the depraved beauty of Hilda. They watched, they saluted, and they cheered, watching her go at the brunette with over-eager thrusts of her hips and deep jabs of her waistline. She didn't let herself get distracted by them, though, and just focused on banging Hilda's brains out, ramming into her and tugging on her hips with all the force she could muster.

"Yes!" Hilda moaned out, seemingly senseless already - and that delighted Weiss. "Yes!"

"Like that, Hilda?" She asked, and received, amusingly, several voices from the crowd - some she better like it! and some if she doesn't, I will! and it made her snort in amusement, but she only focused on Hilda.

"I love it!"

She laughed as she hauled on her hips and pulled her into her, hammering away at her soft snatch and her fat ass time and time again. "Having fun ?"

"Y-yeah!" Hilda groaned, her hips pushing back again and again and again with the same violence that Weiss thrust into her. Their bodies met with titanic thwaps as they fucked together in tandem, both moving and both working to pleasure themselves as best as they could. "It's so damn good!"

"T-that's good," Weiss husked, "Because I'm about to fill you right up, Hilda. Want that?"

"Y-yeah!"

She slapped her ass and sent it quivering. "Want me to fill you up?"

"Go for it!" Hilda moaned enthusiastically.

Already, the crowd began to chime in.

"Cumming?"

"That a creampie?!"

"Fuck, that's hot!"

"Fill her up!" An enthusiastic girl shouted.

"Pump a load into her!" Another woman cheered.

The entire crowd began to cheer as Weiss plowed Hilda hard and fast, preparing herself to cum. She thrust in a few final hard times as she was cheered on, urged to cum inside the stranger, all as if the people around them did not care about unprotected sex on a spring break beach. They just spurred her on to cum inside the bouncy brunette, heedless of anything more, and it matched exactly what Weiss was doing - fucking heedlessly, bringing herself to throbbing climax in just a few powerful strokes.

"Here it comes," she huffed, and that was that. She grabbed her hips hard and slammed down even harder still, thrusting into her so hard that her pelvis compressed her fat ass down into little more than a pillow of flesh. Most of the white meat spilled out around her like a cushion, and she happily rolled into it to mash it securely against her - then, grunting, with Hilda whining intensely, she let her throbbing dick let go.

Hot strings of cum immediately spurted from the tip of her dick and splashed into writhing, unprotected depths, making Hilda squeal. The crowd, upon realizing what Weiss was doing, cheered excitedly, but she let it all wash over her. Pleasure filled her up, and she groaned happily as her dick throbbed hard and sent her seed crashing out in waves of piping hot white. Her hands squeezed down on her hips, clamping down hard and holding her steady, digging lines into the white skin.

"So hot!" cheered the crowd. "Fucking nice!" and "Fill her up!" were just as common.

"Yes!" Hilda husked. "S-so hot!"

Weiss grunted, unwilling to do anything more. She held Hilda's hips in a vice-like grip that marked her skin and mashed her pelvis repeatedly against the plump curve of her ass, using rolling movements to squish the skin down and mount her partner all the more firmly. She held herself down as she let her cock do the work, and relished in the pleasant sensation of an orgasm. Warmth flooded her and made her dick tingle, and as she groaned in bliss, more of her hot, sticky load was shot out.

Wads of the stuff flooded Hilda's clenching depths to paint them over in white, and the girl moaned for it enthusiastically. She seemed to have no problem taking it raw, and bounced her hips up to take more of it. Thick, gushing baby-batter plastered her innermost depths, drowning it all in hot, potent Schnee spunk, and the heiress let it all go willingly. Rope after rope, string after string, the only thing on her mind was sexual gratification and emptying out her stubborn balls as hard and fast as she could.

And it felt amazing.

As people cheered, she slapped Hilda's ass. Flesh jiggled pleasantly away from the point of impact, and she licked her lips. "How was that for fun, Hilda?"

"Wow. Wow." Hilda panted hard as she herself worked off the afterglow of the sex and the warm load inside of her, and with her face red, she tried to steady herself against the bar. Weiss stroked her ass and gently rolled her hips as she allowed the girl to catch her breath, offering a few moments of respite while her still-hard cock bathed in her warmth. "That was… fun. "

"Just fun?"

"Amazing fun," the girl sighed.

Weiss purred. "Hmmm… how about more?"

"Definitely more," Hilda answered enthusiastically, instantly rolling her hips - not to fuck against her dick, however, but rather to push herself up on her legs, climb up onto the bar stool in front of her, and brace herself on her knees - all with the cock lodged into her. Now firmly set into a sitting position with her backside offered up in full, she looked over her shoulder and wiggled her hips coyly. "Again?"

Weiss didn't even have to answer - the entire crowd of women and men around them agreed enthusiastically, happily, almost like a crowd at a sports game. They all wanted to see her do it, and she wasn't going to disappoint them after such a warm reception. She didn't even talk to Hilda as she offered herself up for round two, but just grabbed her ass, squeezed it, and resumed her powerful plowing with sharp forward motions of her hips, sending her butt into clapping fits of delight.

Weiss was so busy fucking her in the next few moments that she didn't even notice Yang nearby, staring at her with a mixture of annoyance for stealing her thunder and appreciation for the plowing she watched first-hand - but Weiss didn't care, and put all her attention on Hilda.

Exertion boiled in Weiss's veins as she hit the volleyball, sending it crashing across the net and over to the other side. The sand felt hot under her feet, crunching gently beneath her toes as she settled in after a bounce, and it shifted pleasantly as she slipped back across the surface. The sun was warm against the skin of her back, and she knew she'd be getting a suntan through the lotion she'd applied; but, for once, she was fine with it.

The volleyball court wasn't the same one she'd played on the first day of spring break, and it wasn't the same group of people, either. Just some randoms that needed another player, and Weiss had come along an hour fresh from fucking Hilda at the bar, excitement bubbling in her veins and a need to get it all out burning inside of her. Energetically, she joined in despite her modest skill level and enthusiastically she went at it with smooth pushes of her arms and upward flicks of her torso.

She didn't know what it was about beach volleyball she found entertaining, but as a person shouted "set!", she was ready, and as others shouted various little patterns or particular moves, she tried to accommodate. She didn't have any actual skills at the game, and upon joining in with her current team, she'd supposed it would be the same sloppy, messy sort of beachside playing as the first day - nothing serious, mostly just fun, leisurely activity.

It was not. It turned out to be very serious indeed, and Weiss realized she might have bitten off more than she could chew after just a little bit of intense physical activity. The person leading the opposing time, some woman that introduced herself as Tomoe, was like a literal demon; enthusiastic, fiery, and vicious, her hand unleashing powerful blows to the volleyball that sent it crashing over the net time and time again. It took every bit of Weiss's concentration to intercept it, and she only barely managed.

The woman treated the game extremely seriously, as if it was some professional event. She went at it hard, and the teams tried to match it with eager yelps and sportsmanlike cries. They were all serious about it, and Weiss tried to go at it just as hard. That, though, was hard, and something much more suited for Yang than someone of her size and height. She was too small, too slender, and didn't have the capabilities to go at it with real volleyball enthusiasts.

Not that the Tomoe woman looked like one. She was about average height for a woman, and she seemed fairly smooth and slender all around. Her hips were nice sweeps, her waistline gentle but narrow, her thighs athletically thick and her rather sizeable - all features for someone less athletic than her, but there she was, easily hitting the ball with a strength that exceeded Yangs without a doubt. She was almost inhuman, and Weiss couldn't believe it; neither her amazing skills, or her incredibly attractive looks.

Hair was a sort of ashy shade of white when compared to Weiss's, but set in a similar ponytail to hers and tucked back by a rather large, impressive blue bow. Eyes were a deep red, and they seemed to burn with life as she hit the ball again and again. Hair fluttered around her face, and her womanly body rippled with athletic motion - thighs tensing, arms flexing, showing that she really had biceps under her smooth white skin. Maybe even the equal of Yang's, though it didn't appear so at first glance, but the way her shoulders just flexed indicated raw strength.

Sure, maybe Weiss stared a bit too much at the hottie, but she didn't begrudge it. Half the reason she'd joined the game was because of her, and how she'd approached her with a swaggering step and a bold grin. She was pretty, beautiful, even, and she looked amazing in a wetsuit. Not even a swimsuit, but something like a diver's outfit, a skin-tight suit of white and blue rubbery material that hugged every inch of her.

It wrapped around her neck to secure itself, and it ran over her sizeable breasts to hug them entirely and show off the full range of her tits in a way almost more lewd than a normal bikini. It was open across the back except for a strap that went under her shoulders, leaving her side-boob free to hang out and jiggle softly with each rise and fall of her arms - which were thankfully frequent. Her sides were practically bare, showing off the entire curve of her narrow waistline from flank to hips to plump thighs, with only a series of tight straps arcing up from the wetsuit to hug her waist and hips both; straps so tight that they made the skin dip in and bulge out.

She played just because she was a hottie, and found herself locked in an intense, almost life-or-death struggle. Set after set, play after play, the teams went at it - until the team members started to tap out one by one, too tired from the ordeal, too spent from the intensity of Tomoe, or otherwise wanting to spend their break doing things other than playing volleyball. Soon, it whittled down one-by-one, until only Weiss tried to match her fellow white-haired woman on the sands.

She didn't make it. Not even close. She maybe returned one in every three balls, exchanged only a handful of plays between them, but steadily lost to Tomoe. There just wasn't matching her or competing with her, and it felt worse than trying to beat Yang at a contest of athleticism; the girl seemed inhuman. Tomoe also seemed thoroughly pleased by it, as if having Weiss even try was enough to please her. The Heiress could see it in her eyes, and she sparred with her despite the clear mismatch in abilities just to satisfy her desires for a game.

When the last ball smashed down into the sand at her feet with demonic-like force and kicked up a spray, when the sole ref laughed at the particles kicking back into Weiss's face, she raised her bottle and shouted out a clean winning score for Tomoe. Immediately, Weiss started to huff, blowing sand out of her face and cleaning up her matted hair. She swiped sweat from her forehead and saw just how streaked and red her body was from the strenuous activity, then laughed.

"All right, all right," she laughed, "I'm beat, and I know it."

Tomoe skidded to a stop on the sands. "Done?"

"Yeah, there's no way I can beat someone like you," Weiss told her, waving her hand as she tried to catch her breath. "You're awesome at this, though. You, uhm, a professional, or something?"

"Professional? Oh, no," Tomoe laughed, slipping under the net to move over to Weiss. "In this form, I'm much more fond of games - video games, VR, the like."

"This form?" Weiss asked, confused at the sudden words.

"Yes," Tomoe replied, a smile on her face - as if her words didn't mean entirely no sense at all.

Weiss just flicked her eyebrows at the second weird word slip of the day. "Well. For someone fond of video games, you're very good at this -" she waved her hand "-athletic stuff. Incredible, in fact."

Tomoe grinned broadly. "Thank you! I do enjoy physical activity, though I was seriously hoping to pull for the current summer banner… Ah, but the acting director took my phone away for staring at the screen too long…"

Weiss blinked. Then, she let out an incredulous snort at the ridiculously athletic woman who wanted to be playing a gatcha game instead of absolutely smashing everyone around her at volleyball on a beach. "I… am sorry to hear that, but honestly? You're amazing at this, and I'd consider it time well-spent even if your tastes lay elsewhere."

Tomoe threw her head back and laughed, and it was a nice, womanly sound. "You weren't so bad yourself….Weiss, yes?"

"Weiss, yes, that's right."

Tomoe smiled beatifically as she dipped her head in a respectful, vaguely Mistralian bow. "Then, you weren't so bad yourself, Weiss. You put up a good fight, for a Human!"

"For a…" Weiss repeated, then trailed off. "Thanks?"

"You are welcome," the red-eyed beauty grinned. "I'm very impressed by your drive and dedication, even when outmatched. Thank you for going with me until the end."

Weiss pushed aside the strange words, strange accent, and strange mannerisms to, instead, offer a charming grin. "For a beautiful woman such as yourself, it was truly my pleasure."

"No, no! A pleasure for me to meet someone as capable as yourself," Tomoe assured her, still smiling earnestly. She leaned in and looked down at Weiss, then smiled a bit more brightly still. Her hand moved in to swipe across Weiss's arm, and the white-haired teen's dick went rock-hard with just that one single touch. "In fact, I do think you deserve a reward for it, yes?"

"A reward?" Weiss flicked her white brows up and let her blue eyes move down to rake over a shapely, womanly body. "Normally, the reward goes to the winner."

"In this case, it goes to the longest-lasting competitor," Tomoe told her, and though her face didn't twitch and her voice remained steady, there was something distinctly seductive about the way she spoke. "Which, in this case, is you."

"Is that so?" Weiss smirked. "I'd, naturally, accept any reward from you, Tomoe."

Tomoe's red eyes focused on her, and Weiss was almost taken aback by their intensity. "Oh? Why is that?"

"Because you're absolutely breathtaking in that swimsuit," she told her directly, and earned a grin from the white-haired beauty. "And you won fair and square, which means you can do whatever you want to me."

"Really? That is good to hear." Tomoe leaned in. "Tell me, Weiss - are you tired, or can you keep going? Athletically, that is?"

"Athletically?" Weiss didn't know where the woman was leading, but she went along with it anyways. "I'm sure I've got a bit more in me."

"Good." Tomoe trailed her fingers along her arm in a slow, teasing stroke. "Because I very much don't like being passive, and when my blood gets going like this… ah, I'm afraid the Oni in me starts to rise."

"I… Don't know what that means, but you can do whatever you want," Weiss assured her, more eager than anything to just go along with Tomoe's words and get balls-deep in one of her holes. She loved how unabashedly horny everyone was, and even if the woman did not explicitly state sex, she just knew it was in her immediate future

Tomoe leaned in and winked. "Follow me, then, stud. "

Weiss grinned, and her cock throbbed.

"Ah! Yes!" Tomoe moaned out, her head lolling and her white tail of hair bouncing in the air. "Oh, this was my favourite position with Lord Yoshinaka! Ah, it's been too long!"

Honestly, Weiss could believe that it had been a long time since Tomoe fucked in their position. She didn't know many that would choose such a pose, much less manage to hold onto it when they had a girl the size and shape of Blake and a strength to exceed Yang. The way that Tomoe slammed herself down in her arms, fucking herself onto her cock, almost rivalled Tifa from the day prior - but with a quarter of the visible muscle mass and size.

It was still incredibly hot, and Weiss loved it. She loved the way that Tomoe basically fucked herself onto her dick, making sure that the slender teenager did none of the work at all and taking it all into her own hands - and handled it so deftly it felt amazing. Her warm, wet cunt slammed down onto her throbbing shaft, taking it inside in rushes of movement that would have left anyone groaning, much less someone as horny as Weiss. Just smooth, sharp drops that took it all inside in one single rush, then rolled to stimulate herself before doing it again.

"You're almost as big, too!" Tomoe cooed, sounding lustful and content - but with a strangely scratchy, almost demonic edge to her voice. "Ah! It is a shame he isn't around, but you are a good substitute, Weiss."

Weiss grunted her assent. She found it somewhat hard to concentrate when her dick was being stroked by hot, writhing walls that seemed totally inhuman in texture, and the warm vice was almost dizzyingly pleasing - and when combined with the dizzying fuck that made her arms ache and her pelvis sore from the repetitive smacks of contact, it was almost impossible. She had to put her all into just holding Tomoe up, and the rest of her brain processes went toward staring at a wetsuit-clad body writhing on top of her, fucking against her like a hellion.

That was how Tomoe wanted it, and why she wanted to find someone that had been athletic enough to last against her. Not Weiss in particular, and probably anyone who made it to the end would have done. She just took charge and dommed Weiss much as Tifa had, and very insistently pushed her against a wall, then climbed up into her arms and set herself on top of her. She forced Weiss to carry her, hands clutching her feet as makeshift footrests while arms hooked around her neck.

It was almost as if she were carrying her, but instead of the legs being wrapped around her waist and her hands on her ass, her legs were curled and her feet planted in Weiss's palms. She used her arms and body as a springboard to fuck against her, somehow taking charge even though Weiss was carrying her, and if her grip so much as slackened they both would be sent toppling over. Her arms ached as the woman slammed herself down onto the dick she rode so ravenously, fucking herself on her so hungrily that the teenager was sure her strength would fail at any moment.

"You're strong, Weiss," Tomoe complimented throatily. "I'm glad I picked you for the opposite team!"

Weiss grunted her assent. She gasped and tensed up as Tomoe slammed herself down in her arms, bringing her hips down against her pelvis with a thick clap leaving a smarting pain behind - a pain soothed by the softness wrapped around her dick. The vice-like grip squeezed her each time it enveloped her dick, and she marvelled at the supple feeling of the older woman's pussy around her each and every time; it felt great, and no matter how many times she fucked over the last few days, it never lost its charm.

Maybe I'm just becoming a horndog, she mused. But, damn, this is just too good to pass up.

"Oh, yes, " Tomoe groaned out, head lolling. "Tomoe loves the feeling of your cock, Weiss. So deep - ! "

The woman pushed herself down with powerful swings of her body, showing a level of strength and skill that shocked Weiss. Her stomach contorted with elegant grace but muscular finesse, and strong muscles briefly appeared through her clinging wetsuit - something she hadn't even bothered to remove as she fucked herself on top of the teenager. Her hips swivel sharply, almost bucking against her, and her thighs - plump though they looked - flexed with power each time she moved. Weiss almost felt her grip slip as she pushed up from her hands, and she tried her hardest not to let go.

Her tits quivered gently in her suit, but it was too tight for proper movement; her sideboob, however, jiggled lewdly, moving quickly in time with her body. Her ass, instead, clapped as it hit Weiss's thighs, if only briefly. Just the bottom curve could make contact, but that was more than enough to make her groan. She would have loved to be palming her tit, smacking her ass, or just feeling her up, but Tomoe had full control - Weiss was just there to be ridden like a stallion and nothing more. It was definitely hot in its own way, and she was starting to seriously like being taken control of by someone who knew how to fuck and what they wanted out of her.

"F-fuck, Tomoe," she huffed, voice strained. She panted in the next breath as she tried to steady herself, feeling the strain of the position take a toll on her arms. Muscles ached, but the reward of watching a white-haired and curvy woman bounce on her dick with such strength was worth it. "I've never seen anyone do this before."

"I used to do it all the time with Yoshinaka-Sama," she said, again talking about someone Weiss had no idea about. "And other things. This is easy; finding a partner to help me is so much harder, though."

She slammed herself down again and again, bringing her hips around in arcs that clapped powerfully against her skin. It was almost like fucking Hilda all over again, all smacking flesh and bouncing curves, but there was no pillow softness to greet enthusiastic thrusting; Tomoe just dropped herself like an anchor, swinging her pelvis around to gobble up hard cockmeat in intense rushes, and left stinging, red skin behind. The smacks were hard and rough, but even if Weiss left with her lower body sore and looking like it had been sunburnt, she'd consider it worth it.

"W-well," she grunted, face tight with pleasure, "I-I'm pleased to s-serve-"

"No, let me serve you, " Tomoe purred, "just relax and let me do all the work."

I can't relax! She wanted to laugh, but only moaned as her dick was stroked by hot, tight insides. She had no way to relax, for even if Tomoe did all the work, any attempt at letting her concentration dip would see them both topple. Weiss was not that strong, and compared to Tomoe, she couldn't keep up - so she just let the woman do what she wanted and allowed herself to be taken along for the ride, very much nothing more than a studhorse for the overzealous athlete to enjoy.

She supposed it was not a bad trade at all.

"Fuck," she groaned out as hips dove down with a meaty clap, then moaned as they drew back and sent tight pussy walls rubbing against her vascular girl-dick. "F-fuck, fuck - "

Her tight cunt wrapped around her throbbing spear as she delved down, and it pushed far up into her hotness. The head of her shaft hilted itself into her steaming depths as she moved far enough downward, and the clinging heat bathed her from top to bottom. Every inch of her meaty shaft was caressed by velvety softness that seemed inhuman, and soaked in a warmth that she loved. She groaned happily and shamelessly each time she bottomed out in Tomoe's snatch, and the pleasure tingled along her spine.

She moaned even more when Tomoe dragged herself backward, her cunt sliding off of her throbbing member like a glove - a vice-like seal that dragged smoothly, caressing with the most velvety sensation she'd felt in a while, and stimulated every inch of her. The athletic woman couldn't rise up all the way even with her strength, for the position made it somewhat difficult to move that far, but getting even seven inches up her prodigious nine-inch long cock was incredible - and it felt better still when all of that hot pussy dove straight back down to fuck itself onto her.

"Fuck, Tomoe, fuck, " she groaned out happily, body tight and face tighter still with effort. She felt like she exerted herself more than the volleyball, and it was so worth it. "The way you move those hips is… fuck-"

Tomoe moaned out more softly than Weiss and put all her concentration on the movements of her body; rising up and down in smooth arcs, bringing her hips around and then crashing them into Weiss's body with resounding thumps. The smacks were loud enough to hear, but there weren't that many people around the change rooms the woman had tugged her to. Only a handful walked by as Tomoe rode her against the wall, and those that did offered appreciative compliments to both of them, with no few pictures being snapped of the rough riding.

Weiss did not feel even the slightest bit embarrassed by it.

"Yes," Tomoe groaned out. "Ah, yes, fill me right up, that's the spot-"

Tomoe fucked entirely to get her own pleasure out of it, and Weiss was fine with that. Fine with all of it, really, she did not judge. Not when it felt so good, after all. She just groaned and moaned as her hot pussy gobbled up nine full inches of cockmeat before coming to a stop with a thud of flesh, and she admired the lean, curvy body before her with hungry eyes - staring at the curves of her tits and the gasps of her swimsuit that showed off creamy skin before seeing it all move again in a frenzy, tugging back almost hungrily to do it again, and again, and again.

Tomoe slammed down again and again, bringing her hips up and around in sinfully skilled arcs of motion that would have made anyone's eyes water in pleasure. Weiss was an exception, and she moaned and groaned happily to feel the incredible sensation of her cock being stroked off by tight, clamping walls, and soaked through with a woman's arousal. Thick as honey, the liquid gushed and squelched with each movement Tomoe made, and it all seemed so much more exaggerated than she ever imagined sex to be but loved it anyhow.

Thick claps and thumps echoed out with each drop of Tomoe's skilled, athletic body, and her curves wobbled gently in her swimsuit – something that Weiss would totally have peeled off if she had been given a chance, but was left at Tomoe's mercy insisted. She didn't mind it, though, as fucking a girl in her outfit was damned hot, especially a chick as hot as her partner. White hair flopped around in beautiful arcs just like Weiss's won, and her red eyes burned – almost literally – with passion.

"That's it!" Tomoe groaned out. "Ah! Yes! You are a very good substitute for my lord!"

Weiss had no idea who her 'lord' was, but she started to get seriously envious. If he had a girl as hot as her hopping on his cock every day, he was one damned lucky man. As it was, Weiss was able to treat herself to some spring break perversion, lavishing in the knowledge that both she and Tomoe were – presumably – cheating at the same time with one another. She didn't feel quite so bad when everyone was so shameless about it, and she took her pleasure in it.

Again, and again, and again. She groaned and moaned and swore as she was ridden, her words failing her just because of how much effort she had to put into holding her partner up, and was rewarded by the intense feeling of her vice-like cunt gobbling up stiff dickmeat. Each drop felt better than the last, each clap louder and thicker, to her pleasure. Tomoe rode her hard and fast even as people walked by, and put no more thought into them than anyone else - even as they congratulated them or cheered them on.

Weiss had several thumbs up pointed at her from the dudes as they admired the girl she nailed, and the woman offered smooth remarks to see another one take such straightforward charge of a hung stud. It all felt perverse, but Weiss got more and more into voyeurism as it went on. Again, and again – wet squelches and meaty thuds, punctuated by sweater flinging off of bare skin. Moans and whines filled the air and echoed out into one another's faces, and arms bent down as feet pushed up in fits of movement.

"Right there right there right – hah – right -" Tomoe groaned out, voice dropping hoarsely. She seemed to lose control of herself as she rode her recklessly, and she started to fuck Weiss right back into the wall. Her backside hit it with a thump, then another series of thumps as the white-haired woman went almost buck-wild and slammed herself down in greedy, impaling strokes. She took the shaft into her snatch as it squirmed with renewed ferocity, clamping right down to milk her hard.

Weiss knew by now what was sure to come, and she didn't care one bit. She let Tomoe ride herself into an orgasm, and allowed herself to let loose, too – not trying to hold her willpower back, and just letting her dick throb insistently. She listened to loud moans and watched Tomoe's beautiful, round face contorted in pleasure, and started to shudder as her pussy clamped down painfully hard. It stroked her for a few final intense moments as the woman bucked her hips into her pelvis, smashing their reddened skin together neatly, and saw her lips part breathlessly.

Her pussy started to press down around her from top to bottom, massaging it with eye-watering intensity. Weiss groaned and swore as she was suddenly, intensely milked by her cunt, and she shuddered as inner walls pressed in while flooding with juices. Thick release sloshed around and coated her shaft as Tomoe came on top of her, and the white-haired teen used the last dredges of her strength to keep her writhing body upright – all while her own balls clenched up hard.

Her dick, unable to cope with the massage, let loose. She didn't care, and neither did Tomoe when the first gush of cum greeted her writhing depths, and the moans only got thicker as hips rolled and cum spurted into her. Rich, gooey baby-batter sloshed along the lining of a juice-laden cunt, and hot strings of release spurted up into her cervix. It splashed across the spongy barrier insistently, and it clung there with vicious tenacity.

More and more of the stuff poured out in short order, let out by her swollen balls and pumped into her by her throbbing pillar of girlmeat. Ropes and strings painted her over in white, but with all the release flooding her insides at that moment, it mingled together and started to slurp obscenely – forming a lewd mixture as thick as syrup. Hips rolled together, walls flexed, and a cock throbbed, allowing them to spurt out more of their release and work off their furious orgasms together.

Tomoe recklessly pushed herself against her as she rode out the pleasurable after throes of her climax on her dick, and Weiss happily let her do it so that her massaged dick could spit out a few final streams of gooey Schnee cum into her hot cunt. Walls were coated over so thoroughly that she could feel her own seed staining her length, and the messy mixture began to slosh out of over-stuffed cunt lips in just the next moment; slowly sent dripping down to the floor in turn, making a little mess there.

Tomoe panted happily. "Hah... Just what I was looking for..."

The woman rolled her neck, then whipped her hair around in a brilliant arc of ashy-white. She released one hand from Weiss's neck, trusting the tired girl to keep her braced, and with aching arms she tried to do just that. She watched Tomoe swipe her hand through her fringes and tuck them all back, saw her adjust her bow, and stared as she grinned down at her just a moment later.

"I'm going to want another few reps, though." Tomoe pointed out. "My lord would go for much longer with me, so I need you to keep up, ok?"

Weiss panted as well, her arms and shoulders aching from the strenuous position and the hard, borderline violent fucking. "S-sure. Just – let me sit down for this one, okay?"

"Okay!" Tomoe grinned, teeth flashing -and Weiss swore her incisors were just a bit too sharp to be human. "I bet I could beat my own high score if I do you cowgirl... ah, beats-per-minute, that is."

Weiss smiled faintly, heart tingling with anticipation and strain. Geez, these women are going to work me out harder than training at school does. What's with her? And – and are those horns poking out of her hair...?

Weiss waited in the hot tub as the evening settled in, enjoying the light fixtures around the area and the distant sights of people partying and playing. It wasn't yet dark out, but the sun had modestly dimmed to allow the lights of the beach to really sparkle. There were so many hues it looked like a lightshow, and with the sounds of cheering and partying, it looked like the party of a lifetime. It looked like the events of the first night, and Weiss smiled faintly to see it all. She almost wished she were there, but instead she sat in the hot tub, waiting.

Yang had asked to meet her there, and she told her she had a surprise. She didn't know what that meant, but she decided to humour her. She had basically been leaving her alone for the last few days, and she felt like she should at least spend some time with her. She had, after all, been given her permission to fuck other girls, and she'd pretty much taken advantage of that fact. As much as she'd have liked to be out partying and finding another few girls to plow, she could take some time to just relax.

Her body needed it, after all. She'd been fucking nonstop for most of the day, and the days preceding. The volleyball game had tired her out, and the two other girls after had kept her from really relaxing. She felt like she deserved just some time sitting in a steamy, bubbling hot tub, relaxing herself in the warm liquid. She leaned against the rim, one arm thrown over it, and rested against the rubbery back wall. Hot water washed against her from the many jets ringing the spacious tub, and she sighed softly as it all soothed her aching muscles.

Weiss hummed as she waited for Yang. Eyes flicked over to look at her scroll, checking if she had any new messages, but had nothing at all. Yang just ghosted her after the last few questions, keeping her in the dark for fifteen minutes past their wait time. As much as that annoyed Weiss, the hot tub made it hard for her to really get mad. The warmth rushed out from jets to wash over her, and the swirling, bubbling waves rolled across perfectly formed, alabaster-pale skin. Her swimsuit rippled around her legs from the force of the streams and the waistband rode scandalously low on her slender hips, but she didn't care - it was all nice.

She -

"Weiss!" Yang's familiar voice called out, and Weiss sighed with exaggeration. She kept her eyes closed for a moment as she reclined there, looking smugly disappointed with her roommate, and then only slowly, after a long moment, peeled one eye open to glare.

"Yang Xiao Long, what the hell could be so important that you kept me wai - wa -"

Weiss faltered. She smacked her lips. She looked at Yang walking toward the hot tub in a classic yellow bikini that showed off nice, big tits, a firm, athletic body, and sweeping curves; then she looked off to either side of her, staring at the muscle-ridden arms thrown over the two other women at her sides. Actual women, people that looked older than both of them - one maybe four or five years older, the other significantly so.

They were absolutely bombshells. They were some of the most beautiful women Weiss had seen so far, and her mouth went dry. One had blue hair set in a shaggy, feathery style that hit her shoulders, and a body that could only be described as ten out of ten - firm, toned, athletic, soft, squishy, curvy in the hips and the chest, with a gorgeous pair of tits and a narrow waistline perfect for touching. She looked like Yang, but just a bit older, a bit more mature, and with better curves and softer skin - but just as strong and just as athletic.

The other woman had similar features to the blue-haired one, but her hair was a shade of light, gentle green, matching the shade of her eyes. She was taller by some measure, and she had not a hint of athleticism to her - just sedentary softness. Her curves were sweeping, her body shape voluptuous. Tits were a good two cup sizes bigger than the other woman, and her hips wider still. She had a perfect hourglass waist, and thighs so thick that Weiss had to feel them.

They were gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. Voluptuous bombshells that walked arm in arm with Yang, and whose eyes lit up to see Weiss. She stared, mouth dry, watching swaying hips, bouncing tits, and bikini-clad bodies, and felt her cock stiffen instantly.

Oh.

"...You brought friends," she said hoarsely, and Yang grinned.

"Yup!" Yang said cheerfully. "This here is Byleth -" she tapped the blue-haired one on the shoulder - "and this gorgeous lady is Rhea!"

"Hello," Rhea positively purred, and Weiss felt her dick throb. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Byleth just raised her hand in an emotionless wave. "Hi."

"Hello," she replied, nodding smoothly. "Pleasure to meet you two. You'd… like to join us?"

"Sure thing they do!" Yang chirped enthusiastically. "I told Rhea and Byleth here that I was going to chill with my friend in the hot tub -" Yang winked unsubtly "-and they wanted to join in!"

"That's about right," Rhea purred again, seemingly smug. "Yang is quite the smooth talker, I must admit, and she made a very compelling case to chill what you, as she said."

"...I see," Weiss replied, watching as they all started to slip into the hot tub. She stared at their wobbling tits, and she felt her mouth water. She barely even paid attention when Yang slipped in beside her, so entranced she was by two bombshell beauties settling in nearby.

"So?" Yang stage-whispered. "How'd I do?"

"H-huh?" She stammered, watching them settle in.

"I nabbed us sisters!" Yang whispered cheerfully. "See, I was flirting with this Rhea chick, right? And I was about to finally nab someone to fuck, you know, because she's apparently super into 'younger girls' or whatever, and then her sister walks along and I'm like, hey, might as well get a double-date thing going y'know?"

"...What?"

"What?"

Weiss looked at her. "Sisters?"

"Yeah. Look at 'em. Look totally alike."

Weiss blinked. "...Yang, Rhea looks - she looks as old as Glynda."

Yang frowned. "Does she?"

"Uh, yeah?" Weiss shook her head. "She looks like she's old enough to be Byleth's mother, you dolt."

"...Huh." Yang frowned. "Well… I mean, I don't judge. A MILF is hot as fuck, ya know?"

"Uhm…" Weiss considered it, then shrugged. "Yeah, I do. She's hot as fuck."

"She-"

"What are you two whispering about?" Rhea drawled, settling into the hot tub very quickly and slipping down around to plant herself right by Yang. She appeared smug as a cat, which was a far cry from Byleth who seemed totally innocent as she moved toward Weiss. "Something interesting?"

"Of course," Yang quipped quickly. "Talkin' about how lucky I was to meet you two beauties. Weiss and I haven't had any free time lately, you know, all the partying going on, so we wanted some mature ladies to keep us company."

"Oh? Looking for mature ladies, is it?" asked Rhea, her voice so smug and knowing that Weiss would have sworn she was an older, more mature version of that transfer student, Cinder.

"Well, I'm looking for some beautiful gals to spend my time with," Yang told her without shame, "and mature is the icing on the cake."

Rhea laughed behind her hand, while Byleth just blinked. "My, is that why you approached me at the store?"

"Yup," Yang chuckled, to Weiss's questioning stare. "Saw you swaying those hips in that pretty bikini, and I knew I had to talk to you."

Rhea laughed even louder. "My, my. This is why I love younger girls - so amazingly direct."

Weiss offered a smile, seeing a little place to insert herself. "You like younger girls? That's good to know."

Rhea smiled smugly. "Oh? What do you plan on doing with that knowledge?"

"Put it to good use," was her simple reply, and she earned another smile.

"I'm fairly certain I don't know what you mean," the green-haired MILF drawled, leaning back casually against the rim of the hot tub. "We only came here because you said you had a private hot tub, Ms. Xiao Long."

Yang laughed, and Weiss grinned. "Well, we do have it all private. Perks of being rich."

Rhea flicked her hair behind her ear, and her eyes shined. She leaned back and relaxed herself just like Weiss, and both of the girls focused their eyes on her mountainous tits carried inside a green bikini top. It looked nice and fancy, with a golden hoop tucked amidst her cleavage to keep the two triangles of cloth in place, and a nice halter-style top combined with various strings that arced over her collarbones, but it was tiny. Her tits had to be E cups, and they strained the fabric such that it bulged lewdly.

"Wealthy, then?" Rhea asked, and Weiss nodded.

"Not enough to get private rooms, but for a hot tub…" She shrugged. "I can pull strings, even here."

"Seems like your name carries weight."

"It does," was her bold reply.

"So does Rhea's," Byleth added quietly, and Weiss looked at her. "We have a really nice set of rooms, too. You'd like them."

Yang flashed her teeth. "Is that an invitation to come over?"

Rhea laughed, while Byleth just looked curious. "Now, that's forward!"

"Hey, just askin'!" Yang laughed back, staring, enraptured, at Rhea's cleavage. The MILF clearly noticed where the blonde was staring and raised an eyebrow, seemingly not put off but rather amused.

"My eyes are up here, Yang."

She didn't look up. "Hey, and don't I know it."

"Ah, youth…" Rhea let out a hum as she relaxed, shoulders shaking. Her tits wobbled with it, and the massive swells of breastflesh looked good enough for Weiss to dive head-first into. "This is why I love students so much…"

"It's true," Byleth added. "We're all here on a class trip, and she keeps going around sleeping with our stu-"

"Now, now, Byleth," Rhea husked with a wink, "That's our little secret."

"And Manuella."

"Yes, her secret, too."

"And the Emperor-"

"Yes, yes, multiple secrets."

Yang stared at her tits, then at Byleth's tits, then laughed. "Hey, seems like we're a little out of the loop, here."

Rhea hummed. "I didn't say that. It's more about… joining the loop, per se."

Weiss licked her lips. "Sounds… like you two have been getting up to a lot of fun."

"Yes." Byleth nodded. "Grandma has been teaching me a lot of new, fun things. Edelgard only knows so much, so this is nice."

"...Grandma?" Weiss squinted. "Who?"

As Yang and Rhea talked together, Byleth squinted and jutted her chin at the older woman. "Her?"

"Her?" Weiss coughed, throat stuck with her own breath. "She - she doesn't look, like, older than… forty?"

"Yes."

Weiss stared at her, took in her totally neutral, impassive expression, and then shrugged. "Well, okay. Not the weirdest thing I've heard today."

Byleth smiled and laughed softly, eyes crinkling with mirth, even though it wasn't that funny. She seemed like an oddly inexpressive but genuine kind of girl, and Weiss found herself intrigued by her. She was used to boldness, charisma, or energy, like Ruby and Yang and, in her own way, Blake, but Byleth was… different.

"Can I ask you something?" Byleth asked, leaning in all of a sudden.

"Sure," she replied breezily, leaning in to flirt with her while Yang flirted with Rhea. "Anything, beautiful."

"Is it true that you and your friend only want to fuck us?"

Weiss paused, face frozen. "Sorry?"

"Is it true that you and your friend only -"

"No, no, I heard and understood the first time," Weiss stammered, head shaking. "Uhm… Well. Who said that?"

"Rhea." Byleth looked over at Rhea, who shook her head. "Isn't that right?"

Rhea sighed sadly. "You are tactless, dear, I don't understand what the young Emperor sees in you…"

"Oh." Byleth frowned. "Sorry. I'm just horny."

Weiss stared at Byleth, then at Rhea. Then, looking at Yang, they both exchanged looks. Slowly, carefully, Yang moved in on the green-haired MILF beauty, while Weiss drifted in toward her blue-haired step-daughter, a smile on her lips.

"Well," she purred, lust dripping from her voice and her cock hard as a rock, "Why don't I rectify that for you?"

"That would be nice," Byleth said calmly, eying her intently.

Weiss hummed smugly. She let one hand slip behind the back of her neck, pushing pale blue hair around her fingers, and cupped her. She leaned in and set her lips against Byleth, and the woman gasped softly against her mouth. She pressed in and smoothly kissed the bluenette, sinking down and letting their lips squish together. Lips curled into a smile as she started to kiss some random stranger she'd literally just met yet again, and found it to be totally normal for her by now.

Byleth appeared receptive to the kiss, as she moaned softly into it. Her reactions were gentle and minute, but they were more than enough to please Weiss, that was for certain. She kissed her firmly, her mouth sinking down with a soft squish, lips pressing down to cup hers. Byleth's were a touch more chapped than her own mouth, but she didn't mind that at all as she pressed down kissed. Their lips rolled as she set herself against her, gently leaning over to hover over her.

Her free hand moved through the water to gently caress Byleth's flank, and the bluenette huffed softly against her mouth. As Weiss kissed down firmly her hand cupped her left tit and stroked it, running her fingers against the rounded curve of the blue-covered underside; petting the fabric softly, then growing bolder by the moment. She pressed in with her palm and lifted the curve from the waterline, relishing the way the skin instantly bent around her hand.

"A-ah…" Byleth mewled into her mouth, and Weiss grinned. She settled in to suck on her bottom lip, wrapping it up with both of her own and tugging firmly. She suckled and pressed with her hand, pushing her tit up into her palm until the skin bent around it, and fingers pushed up in the next moment to dig into the blue fabric of her bikini.

Yang seemed to be doing the same thing to Rhea beside her, but she couldn't look to check as she kissed Byleth. She focused on her partner as she made out with her, suckling firmly on her bottom lip, and caressed her breast. She dug her fingers into it as she hefted it up, lifting one single heavy mound up past the waterline, and adored the way that the skin wobbled. It rippled out as she dug her fingers down into the softness, and when Byleth mewled again, she got bolder still.

She pulled her swimsuit off to the side with her long fingers and stripped the one heavy breast free of the cloth binding, leaving it bare; a smooth, rounded surface of flesh, a perfectly plump breast designed for touching. Weiss did exactly that as she let go of Byleth's bottom lip and started to kiss her more powerfully, fitting their mouths together a little more securely while digging her fingers into the softness of her bare tit. She squished titflesh around her hand as she stroked it, bending the skin until it bulged out between fingers, then hefting the entire mound up higher still.

"You have some amazing tits," she told Byleth, shamelessly getting into it right then and there. She knew she'd just met her, that she'd just gotten into the hot tub, but it didn't actually matter to her. She squeezed her breast as her lips rolled back, then kissed the corner of her mouth as she palmed the rounded mass of flesh; pulling gently, pushing firmly, and kneading with no small measure of lustful desire.

She pulled her entire head back, only to dive down. She pressed a sloppy kiss against the breast she hefted up by the underside, offered up to her lips so eagerly. She planted a wet mark with her mouth, then rolled back with a smooth tugging of her lips. As Byleth sighed happily she leaned in to kiss her again, planting another mark against the rounded curve of her upper tit. She leaned in, nuzzling against the smooth, pliant white skin, before drifting down. Her palm squished into underboob as she guided it toward her mouth, letting her set down kiss after hungry, quick kiss, and the blue-haired woman huffed softly at her touch.

When she got to a nipple, Weiss didn't stop herself. She toyed with it using her tongue, flicking the rubbery nub with the length of her slender tongue, and made the woman shudder. She slipped in, tongue curling, the flat of it sliding across the stiffness, and Byleth's breath hiked. Lips closed around it in the next moment, wrapping around it smoothly, and surrounding it in the softness of her mouth. She suckled upon it immediately, pulling on it firmly, drawing back to tug, and earned another gasp.

"Ah," Byleth groaned softly, her voice subdued but eager. "That's nice…"

Weiss pressed in with almost ravenous hunger and suckled on her nipple like a baby, pulling upon it with her soft lips and flicking it with an eager tongue. She sucked on it with her lips pulling and her cheeks going concave, all as if trying to draw milk out of it - and, given the size of her breast, it almost seemed likely, lewdly enough. Rather happily, Weiss pressed in, nose brushing the smooth skin, and tugged even harder, her lips pulling and stroking the rubbery nipple with her hot lips and hungry mouth.

Byleth gasped softly at her touch, and she mewled as Weiss's tongue curled around the rubbery nipple. She stopped suckling to start teasing, her tongue rolling and flicking, playing with the stiff protrusion. Eyes flicked up to watch the woman's reactions intently, and she was satisfied with the pleasure she saw swimming in Byleth's eyes - so she redoubled her efforts, nuzzling her face into her fat tit, cupping it with her hand and hefted it up to really press her face against it. Lips wrapped it up firmly and applied pressure, squeezing it between her mouth, then tugging firmly.

"That feels good," Byleth sighed, watching Weiss suck on her tit without doing anything at all just enjoying it, as much as Weiss enjoyed being able to fondle a plump breast and suck on a hard nipple. She tugged, pulled, and teased, then pulled away with a wet pop just to start planting wet kisses along a breast stained with hot tub water. She decorated it with hungry kisses, showing her appreciation for Byleth's chest with her mouth and her squeezing, groping fingers, doing everything she could to please her.

She pulled back again, hefted her tit up, and squeezed. She moved in to kiss Byleth again, and did so passionately; showing off just how horny she was to a woman that had to be older than her; Byleth did not mind. She accepted it, then purred against her as her breast was groped and squeezed with almost wild abandon.

"You've got some amazing tits, Byleth," she told the woman, unashamed of how crude her words probably sounded.

"Thanks," Byleth replied, her voice just a tiny bit more eager than before, if still somewhat emotionless. She bit her lip for a moment as if considering her next words, and in that time Weiss got a good look at Yang; watching her move in against Rhea with the same sort of eagerness, her face fully buried in two giant tits the size of her head. "...Do you have a big cock?"

Weiss let out a little, huffing laugh. "Yes, I do, Byleth. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, I like big cocks," Byleth told her matter-of-factly, nodding once to emphasize it. "Do you mind if I give you a titjob? I want to practice those."

Wiess grinned wickedly. "Oh, I'd be pleased to have those fat tits wrapped around my cock."

"That's good," Byleth breathed, and all at once Weiss found herself being guided back again. Byleth showed a strength similar to Tomoe's as she pushed on her, and she was not even surprised by it. She just let herself be pushed back into a sitting position in the hot tub, then rose up to sit against the edge; and with it, she yanked her shorts down, pulling them up and off in one smooth motion that had her dick springing free. "Oh. Wow. You're big."

"Well, well," Rhea purred, and Weiss glanced over at her. Yang's face was buried in her tits, sucking on her nipples while kneading them with her ridiculously strong hand, bending it all out around her fingers like pliant dough. The MILF's face was tight with pleasure, but she still had enough concentration to appreciate a good dick when she saw it. "That's most impressive."

"Yeah," Byleth agreed simply, one hand moving to grasp the cock while the other pulled on her bikini to free up both tits. She licked her lips as she stared down at the girthy nine-incher, and Weiss smiled as she watched the pretty woman get herself read. She pumped it with one hand and pulled on the white meat, gently stroking it off as she prepared herself, and Weiss let the simple pleasure wash over her.

"You're lucky to get it first," Rhea hummed, and at that, Yang scoffed.

The blonde grabbed both of her tits with her hands and just squeezed, mauling them so hard that even Weiss winced in sympathetic pain, and it was matched by Rhea's loud gasping. "Hey, don't worry about them. I'm about to knock your bikini right off, Rhea."

"I look forward to it…"

Weiss took her eyes off of them and right back onto Byleth. She watched as the blue-haired beauty pulled her tits up with both of her hands, releasing her hold on Weiss's dick to let it flop downward, and very quickly pushed her breasts toward it. The fat shaft thumped against the plump curve of her tit, making it quiver. Byleth bit her lip as she saw it, observing it like someone during a science experiment, then smiled just a bit. She happily slipped her tits up, dragging the cock between her cleavage and setting both against it.

Her dick fitted neatly between the two of them, and it snugly sank into her cleavage. Byleth didn't even have to do all that much work as she got them into place, such was their incredible size. Much like Cammie, she was stacked, and she had some idea of how to use them. She set them up against the dick which flopped there so insistently, dragging soft skin against the waterlogged length of dickmeat, and Weiss let out a happy little sigh. She licked her lips as the smooth white flesh stroked her, and she pressed her fingers into the edge of the hot tub in anticipation.

Byleth hummed. "Hm. You fit nicely."

"Only because your tits are so perfect," she purred lustfully, but Byleth seemed unphased by her words. She was more interested by what she was doing, and happily pushed on the sides of her tits to squish them into the hard dick. She squeezed it with her soft breasts, letting the skin dip against the throbbing pillar and surround it in comfortable softness. She instantly groaned at the touch and licked her lips, totally ready and willing to get her dick titfucked in a hot tub.

Byleth hummed as she dragged her tits up the dick very quickly, holding them steadily with her palms. She cupped her own skin deftly and handled them smoothly, tugging up to roll the smooth titflesh along her throbbing mast. She caressed it in a sweep, then dug her fingers into the squishy flesh in the next moment to properly brace herself; capturing them by their undersides, letting the skin bulge out from her tightly gripping hands, and then tugging a little more efficiently.

She pulled, and titflesh rolled along the dick lubed up by hot water. She didn't even have to put much work into it, and the skin easily slipped against her powerful shaft; stroking it without any difficulty, letting her breasts just glide along her many girthy inches. Byleth appeared fascinated by the movement, and a little smile lifted to her lips. It was gentle and small, but it was a smile nonetheless. She seemed content by how she was able to move her chest, and it encouraged her to press down and squish the dick in her cleavage for added pleasure.

Weiss loved it, all the same. "Practice? I can already tell you're a pro at giving a dick a breastjob, baby."

Byleth only hummed, not really commenting one way or the other. She seemed focused on what she was doing, and pressed her tits into line with the big, fat dick and pulled. She sent her tits gliding across its turgid length, caressing it with the supple softness of her inner boobs, letting the flesh all dip and squish with motion. Her hands pulled smoothly, showing the sort of grace that only real skill with a weapon could provide, and sent her tit gliding across her many meaty inches of white cockmeat.

"Water makes for good lubrication," Byleth noted seriously. "I've got to remember that…"

The blue-haired stranger pulled her tits up the length of her dick, stroking it off with the softness of her tits. She knew how to handle her hands and was very obviously accustomed to handing their weight, but the rolling of her wrists was just a touch clumsy as she tried to handle such motions while in the water. It remained pleasant, though, and Weiss groaned happily to feel the luxurious skin rubbing across her sensitive length. Just the touch pleased her, and she really could want nothing more than that - it felt good.

Watching Byleth almost felt better. She stared at her oddly flat blue eyes and her fluffy blue hair and carefully watched her prop up her tits to caress her dick, dragging them along with easy rolls of her wrists. She held them by their undersides for the most part, but the way she squeezed her hands around pale sections of flesh had it bulged out oh-so-pleasant. Her nipples seemed to wiggle alongside the rippling of flesh, which became almost violent as she hefted her breasts along time and time again, fully intent on working the dick with her tits.

"Does that feel good?" Byleth asked her, and Weiss groaned as a reply.

"More than good," Weiss sighed. "I'm starting to really like having big tits wrapped around my cock…"

Byleth smiled.

Rhea groaned from nearby, and Weiss spared a glance to watch Yang enthusiastically go at her tits with her mouth and hands, almost mauling them in her enthusiasm. It was rough and hard and exactly how a big-tittied MILF should be treated, and she approved. She liked watching Yang settle in against her, she thought, her body leaning in and her muscles rippling, abusing womanly flesh for her sexual pleasure. She looked good, too, and she unabashedly licked her lips at the sight of her girlfriend's sister moving and swaying, her tits wobbling in her skimpy bikini.

So hot, she thought, watching the two girls make out. Damn…

Byleth pulled her tits along, and she didn't stop for a single second. She only got more into it as she sent her tits bobbing along, pulling with her hands held firm. She squeezed her own flesh to resultantly squeeze it against her throbbing pillar of cockmeat, applying enough pressure to make Weiss moan out - as if the simple friction of her cleavage against her dick was not enough to make her love it. She loved every moment of it, and took perverse pleasure in feeling the stranger she'd just met stroke her off without any desire for reciprocation.

Up and down again, tits jiggled around her cock as Byleth went at it eagerly. She pulled them along and made breastflesh wobble, and she seemed to enjoy it just as much as Weiss did, though for very different reasons. It felt good to have her cock stroked off so firmly by such a nice pair of tits, and she let her appreciation show in the groans and moans. Her arousal built up and her dick started to throb, but she was not yet close - and she didn't have and desire to cum in her cleavage, either, not with pussy on offer.

Beside them, Yang got more enthusiastic. One of her hands had shoved itself right down into Rhea's bikini and was very clearly pumping fingers into her hot pussy, fingering her in the most enthusiastic, hungry of ways possible. Rhea moaned at her touch and squeaked as Yang worked at her breasts at the same time, worshipping her buxom body with the passion of someone who hadn't gotten laid amidst a sexual orgy.

"They're already getting to it," Weiss told Byleth, and the bluenette looked over curiously. "Not fair for you to just sit there on your knees…"

"No," Byleth agreed. "It's not."

Weiss grinned. "Hop up, Byleth, and let me give you a taste of this big dick."

Byleth really did not need any prompting. She hopped up happily, rising out of the water with her tits slumping off to the sides and moving onto the edge of the hot tub. Passionately, Weiss rose up to meet her, ignoring the woman's significant height advantage to pull her into a lusty kiss. She grabbed her head with one hand to worm fingers into blue hair and tugged on her hips to push her down, setting her in a similar position to Rhea beside her.

Byleth gasped gently as she was pushed on by Weiss, who lacked the strength to really manhandle a girl like that but did so anyhow. Her hands curled in her hair as she kissed her powerfully, sucking on her bottom lip with as strong a grip as she could manage, and listened to the woman's breathing hike. She enjoyed the way the woman moved against her as her other hand trailed along her body, stroking her soft skin and smooth abs to pluck at bikini bottoms.

Her cock pushed into her thigh and scraped gently as she leaned in, and hands tugged all the while. She moved with ravenous intensity as lips popped free and clamped back down on a hot tit, her body moving entirely of its own volition. Her cock grazed her soft, squishy thigh and slipped in, barely guided by her free hand; moving, steadily, toward her core, sliding in against her with the bulbous tip until it squished against the wetness of petals. Byleth gasped at her touch, and all Weiss did was lean in and push forward.

"A-ah," Byleth moaned slowly. "That's the feeling I wanted…"

Weiss pressed in, suckling on her nipple, smoothly caressing her pale body, and pushed with her hips. Her dick brushed her sodden slit for a full moment as she slipped, and the head brushed her clit before angling back down and sliding a bit more smoothly. She pressed down against her folds and sank into them with a buck, and then Weiss was sinking down with shocking rapidity, forcing her length inside the woman. She didn't care about holding steady or pacing herself, and just really wanted to be balls deep in a voluptuous bombshell right then and there.

"Ah," Byleth groaned subtly, her face tightening up. Her hands cupped Weiss's waistline and her legs moved to the sides to offer the white-haired teenager room to move, and she took it greedily as she pumped her hips forward. Byleth was rather tight, but she easily sent her shaft sliding into her, jabbing it through her cunt lips and up into her hot pussy in less than a few moments. She sank inside with smoothness, her hunger for sex hotter than ever, almost as if each sex act she performed made her more of a horny beast. She didn't care, though, and neither did Byleth who moaned happily.

"Oh, yes," Byleth sighed, and Weiss growled around her nipple. She pulled and slurped with her tongue while her hips pushed down, sinking her thick spear of a dick into her tight insides in a rush. She didn't just slam it inside, but the effect was mostly the same as she drove it down like an impaling spear and sank inch after inch into her at a fast, brisk pace. Five inches, then six, then more than more, filling up her aching cleft with the hardness of her dick and enjoying every last bit of it. "Ah, I like that. That feels nice. "

Weiss popped off her breast and then dove down to treat the other one with the same sort of hunger as hips pumped down and jabbed herself into hot pussyflesh. Her hands grabbed Byleth's wide hips and clenched down, holding her in her seated position while drilling forward steadily. She sank her cock forward in a hard, penetrating arc, shoving herself inside and then rolling her hips, stimulating insides until the woman moaned. She herself grunted under her breath as the pleasure of pussy assaulted her, giving her a familiar sense of bliss.

Popping off the other nipple, Weiss grunted and pumped her hips. "Damn, you're tight."

"Thanks," Byleth replied, as if it was some sort of a compliment. Weiss chose then to roll her hips, and Byleth gasped. The dick ground against her tight walls and shoved them out gently before tugging back in a rush, forcing her many inches to glide through her pink walls, and drew out another gasp. She shoved herself forward after only having torn free a little bit of herself, so desperate was she to get herself in as fast as possible.

Her hands grabbed at Byleth's plump thighs and squeezed down as she pressed in between them, using the offered space to pump at her slick cunt. She pushed with her hips in a fast arc and sent many throbbing inches sloshing inside, and was rewarded with happy little mewls from her partner. Weiss wasted no time in kicking into high gear and sending her dick shoving inside, pushing a good seven inches into her and then tugging back with the same sort of hardness. A sharp tug sent flesh rippling and petals spreading, then a forceful push had them all greedily squishing inward to accept her turgid girth.

"Your cock feels good, Weiss," Byleth told her almost clinically, but her face was dusted with a blissful pink. "You're filling me up a lot."

"I know," Weiss replied smugly, hands digging into her thighs and hips pushing forward fiercely. "I can feel it. You're so tight around me…"

"Oh, Yang," Rhea moaned from beside them, sitting in a similar position to Byleth. Yang worshipped her neck then, with her abs pressed in against Rhea's soft, smooth stomach and her hand greedily pumping at her core. She fingered the MILF as hard as Weiss fucked Byleth, which was fairly impressive to her - but the blonde boxer was strong, and it made sense to her. She was easily able to pleasure the older woman in the same way Weiss pleasured the younger one, and the two were finally able to nail a pair of hot babes side-by-side for the first time since the trip started.

"I'm going to pound this pussy good," Weiss told Byleth once her gaze snapped back, and with a grin, hips pumped harder still.

She pushed into Byleth at a harder, faster pace, sliding her cock inside and plunging it down. Seven throbbing inches were driven into her hot cunt as she started to fuck hard and fast, moving into her at a pace that was as intense as Hilda that morning. She worked herself forward, sawing the meaty pillar inside and sending juices squelching out around her. Hands gripped her plump thighs and squeezed, using them like the convenient handholds they were, and continually leaned in closer and closer.

She moved hard and fast, not at all caring that the girl had just shown up minutes before. She just started to fuck her like she was a whore and didn't at all care about it, instead treating it like any other event on any other day. She enjoyed it perversely, and it seemed like Byleth did, too, based on the way she moaned. The sounds lifted into the air as Weiss grunted powerfully, showing her eagerness in how she breathed and how she fucked. She moved hard and fast, treating her pussy with all the respect it deserved - which was a good, hard pounding.

"Yes," Byleth groaned. "Ah, yes!"

Similar moans spilled from Rhea's lips, and Weiss looked over to see the woman dropping down as Yang pushed her there - forcing her flat against the stone floor around the hot tubs, shoving her, pinning her, and then unleashing the ravenous attention of her mouth down upon her. She kissed down collarbones and over her tits before going down across her stomach, leaving visibly wet marks in her wake. Kissing down hard and fast, she made out with Rhea's body, worshipping it with lustful attention, and Weiss's arousal soared.

It was hot, and she liked watching it. It made her want to copy it, though, and she started to do the same as she pushed Byleth down at the same time. She forced her forward as she sawed her fat dick inside, grinding it against her inner walls and shoving her out, then slamming down. She pulled on her thighs to spread her legs and felt fingers start to claw at her backside as she really hammered into her, then applied pressure as she leaned in.

"Let me fuck you properly," she husked against her as she leaned in. "Get you into a good position for a proper plowing -"

She huffed with exertion as she forced Byleth down onto her back just like Rhea, and let the two women lay roughly side-by-side - but she didn't stop there, didn't just pound between spread legs. Instead, she pulled on her thighs as she plunged her shaft down in fast arcs of motion, pushing them up and around as best as she could. She hiked them up as she got out of the hot tub and up over the woman, then pushed her legs down; folding them like twigs as she manhandled her, getting them exactly where she wanted to.

As her hips plunged down and sawed her throbbing prick into her she mounted the woman, then pressed her down harder still. She folded her into a mating press in short order, then got on top of her to really let her hips go wild. Legs weren't quite set over her shoulders and instead just tucked into her sides, but it served the same person as she pinned Byleth onto her back and slammed into her at a hot, needy pace, impaling her like the slut she seemed to be. Hard, swinging strokes grinded through her insides, and she shoved cunt walls out wider and wider.

"That's it," Weiss husked, "that's a good look for you, Byleth."

"Y-yes," Byleth groaned out, face tight and hands hooking around her neck. "Oh, this is exciting, I - ah -!"

"Fuck," Rhea moaned out, cutting through their thoughts. "Oh, Yang, use that tongue!"

Weiss merely chuckled and shook her head. "Like this position, Byleth?"

"Yes!" Byleth moaned out, happily letting Weiss hammer into her like a studhorse.

"Good," she told her, huffing as she leaned in firmly and pounded her powerfully. "I'm going to fill you right up, just like this!"

Byleth moaned as Weiss hammered into her from there, slamming down into the mating press position to really bury her dick inside. She slammed soft, squishy inner walls full of dense dickmeat and sent them all swelling obscenely, much to their pleasure. Moans and cries rang out thicker and thicker, even if they were subdued by the normal standards of the girls that Weiss fucked; Byleth, apparently, was much more subdued. It didn't matter, though, not when her hips were a downward blur of fucking motion, sawing her girth inside at a mind-numbing pace.

She shoved herself down up to the hilt and drew back with potent rubs that left her crying out happily, and Weiss growled with need. She fucked the woman with long, thorough strokes, filling her up to the brim with all nine meaty inches and bringing their skin together with strong claps. Thighs rippled and a pelvis thudded as hips smacked down, and thighs quivered gently - but tits wobbled much more violently and were all sent rippling outward, shaking in fleshy arcs with each movement that the white-haired girl made.

Byleth's moans were matched by Rhea beside her, who seemed lost in pleasure as Yang, now, ate her out. Her mouth was right against her pussy and with lips, tongue, and fingers, she worked at her. The other hand cupped a fat tit and squeezed, and in time with that the MILF cupped her other breast and similarly pushed into it. Her face was tight with delight as the blonde went at her so violently, almost matching Weiss's brutal fucking with just her mouth.

She was clearly really good at using her mouth to go down on girls, and Weiss appreciated that. She knew Yang was a sex machine and a sex icon, and she really did enjoy watching her go down on Rhea. It was almost as hot to watch that lewdness as it was to plow Rhea's granddaughter, and it got her arousal burning just as much as the pussy wrapped around her dick. She stared at the lewd vision as she fucked with long, brutal strokes, fucking into her hard and fast, reaming her out on the tile while Rhea squirmed.

Weiss and Yang went at their partners lustfully, and they kept on going. While Yang messily slurped and sucked, Weiss's hips dropped down to thud powerfully against Byleth's upturned thighs. She hammered into the woman and abused the mating press to do it, letting her small, slender body work her fat dick in and out at a fast, intense pace. She sawed it through her gushing warmth and buried it in her soft flesh until balls clapped, then drew back to do it all over again - and again, and again, never stopping and never pausing.

"Ah! Yes!" Byleth moaned.

"Fuck, use that tongue, girl!" Rhea gasped.

"R-Rhea!" Byleth said in the next breath, looking over at the older woman.

"Y-y -yeassss Yang right there- "

"This feels really good!"

Rhea gasped, squeezing her own breast and bucking her hips. "Enjoying your cock, dear?"

"Yes!"

"Good - it looks fucking tasty," Rhea purred, seemingly okay with swearing like a sailor while Byleth remained demure. "I can't w-wait for my t-turn nnohYangsuckonmyclit - "

Her hand shoved Yang down into her core and her hips bucked hard, and Weiss huffed out a laugh to watch it -then redoubled her own thrusting, ramming down faster, faster, and faster, plunging down to fill up her sodden pussy with inches of throbbing dickmeat. She stretched her out and reamed her out without stopping, and flesh clapped powerfully each time. Her body, though smaller and more slender than Byleth's by a significant margin, did not suffer for it, and even if she looked silly when compared to three voluptuous bombshells, she just enjoyed it.

It almost really made her feel like a stud; a race horse stud next to a bunch of mares.

She slammed into the buxom bluenette she had pinned in the mating press, fucking her hips into her upturned thighs with loud, fleshy claps. The thuds rang out in a muffled sound, and her legs flopped awkwardly around Weiss's slim, slender form. Her white skin rippled with motion as she hammered down into a soft pussy, reaming it out just to satiate her lusts, and watched the wild flopping of tits the entire time - loving the sights, the smells, and the sounds like a depraved person.

Her balls began to ache as they swung into Byleth's sodden slit, but she didn't mind it - and Byleth only moaned, so it didn't matter. It didn't matter to her as she sawed her throbbing pillar of cockmeat in and out of her gushing depths, knowing that rutting to the finish line meant nothing when she could fuck for as long as she wanted - and that the women would be happy for it, too. So she kept on going, smacking into her thighs, making Byleth's tits quiver, and enjoyed the way her orgasm swept over her.

"Going to - ngh - fill you up!" She declared, and hammered down hard.

Her cock exploded without delay, and with all of her dick buried inside, she was able to send her hot strings of seed spurting into her innermost depths. Immediately, the girl squeaked and squealed out as she was filled up with her hot cum, her insides suddenly sloshing full of white. It gushed and rushed through her to paint cunt walls over and spatter into her deepest barrier, stopping just short of her womb. Weiss happily let herself go, not at all caring as she drowned another pussy in spunk, and just enjoyed it.

"Fuck," Weiss grunted, rolling her hips and pumping out string after string of baby-batter. "Fuck…"

"Ah!" Byleth groaned, body almost spasming. "So hot! S-so much!"

Even as Weiss pinned the woman into a mating press and pumped her full of her hot, churning seed, Rhea beside them spasmed violently. She shook and quivered as Yang apparently ate Rhea out to a messy orgasm, turning her into a moaning mess there on the stone - much like Byleth. She heard the sticky slurps and the messy gulps as juices were played with and drunk like fine wine, and she watched mountainous tits wobble like dough as powerful surges passed through a womanly body.

She focused mostly on Byleth, who she creampied into a groaning mess. She filled her up with her cum and held herself down as far as she could, then started to roll her hips to stimulate her further. She groaned with pleasure as the amazing feeling filled her up yet again, but she was no worse for the wear; neither, either, was Byleth, who seemed happy but not spent. Eager more than anything, perhaps, and her impassive face dusted with the red of pleasure.

"Wow," she groaned. "Hot, and sticky. Really sticky…"

"Amazing," Rhea panted, "Amazing."

Yang pulled back as Weiss groaned, and she wiped her hand across her mouth. Cleaning lips with her wrist, she looked over at her roommate and offered a wink. Weiss stared, but when her friend presented her knuckles as if to compliment her, she huffed out a laugh and knocked them together.

"Nice work."

"Not so bad yourself."

Huffing, both steadied their breathing while their partners messily mewled. Only, they didn't mewl for long, not even nearly as much as they would have thought, and suddenly Rhea was lifting herself up with her tits bouncing.

"Are you two going to stare," she husked, "or do I get a taste of that young cock?"

Weiss grinned, and Yang winked. "Swap?"

"Swap."

That was that - suddenly, they were pulling back, Weiss extracting herself from cum-stained depths and rolling over. As Byleth's legs fell back into place and she lifted herself onto her elbows to present her magnificent body, Yang immediately dove down between her legs to start messily eating her out. No time was wasted in the messy foursome, and Weiss didn't feel the need to do so, either, as she launched herself at Rhea.

She moved fast, to Rhea's giggling. She dove into her chest and started to plant messy kisses against the fat curve, and the green-haired woman moaned out happily at her touch. She even moaned when Weiss smacked her hand against her E-cup titty and sent it bouncing out, to their pleasure. She didn't mind, and took it happily. She allowed the white-haired teen to pull on her heavy flesh weight like a toy and bring her up from the stone, and she just lovingly cradled her head while she did it.

"That's it, baby," Rhea purred in a motherly way, "suck on my tits…"

Only, Weiss didn't. Not for long, not as long as Byleth - she was too horny. She loved Rhea's tits, but she couldn't waste any time with her dick throbbing so hard. Instead, she pulled on her entire body, rolling her over while she sat down on the side of the hot tub, and urged her onto her lap. The buxom MILF happily went with it, uncaring of how Weiss moved her around. She wanted cock as much as she, and allowed herself to be coaxed up onto her legs until they were sitting.

Her cock dragged up as she pulled Rhea's voluptuous MILF body onto her lap, and it pressed neatly between thick thighs. She grabbed hold of them in the next moment as, compared to Byleth's, they were much thicker. Softer, squishier, and much better for groping, she stabbed her fingers in deep as she moved. The woman was heavier than she and that made movement hard, but in no time she had Rhea leaning back against her and her dick pointing straight up to penetrate her pussy.

That was, until Rhea stopped her mindless thrusting by grabbing her dick and tutting like a scolding teacher. "No, no, Weiss, not that hole…"

Weiss felt her pulse spike. She yanked on Rhea's ridiculously thick thighs and leaned in to purr against her neck as she guided her dick down, past the line of her cunt and toward her ass. "How naughty of you, Rhea."

"I know what I want," Rhea replied haughtily. "I know what I'm getting."

Rhea took all the initiative as she pulled her cock down toward her ass, then pressed the back hole against the tip. She didn't waste any time, and so neither did Weiss as she bucked her hips insistently. Pushing up, her head ground against the tight rosebud, but desperately sought the relief of being inside a warm hole regardless of where it was. As the woman pushed down, it was resultantly sent sliding up into her asshole, allowing them to move space.

"Ah," Rhea sighed, "that feels heavenly…"

It did, and Weiss grunted. She felt her dick push up into the tightness of an asshole, and she groaned out for it. Licking her lips and rolling her neck, she took her pleasure in it while preparing for -

Suddenly, Rhea brought herself down hard. She shoved herself onto the towering slab of a dick, hammering all nine inches of it into her ass like a trained whore and making her flesh clap against slim hips. She groaned almost drunkenly right after, and so did Weiss as she felt all that heavy weight thud into her skin and suddenly press her down - along with the feeling of her cock being gripped like a vice, squeezed almost for dear life. She grunted and narrowed her eyes as delightful strain washed over her, and she sent fingers digging deep into the undersides of soft thighs.

"Oh, my, yes," Rhea sighed in a stutter, voice lilting and hips grinding mercilessly. "That is one good piece of meat…"

"D-dust," she grunted in reply, "you're a horny slut, huh?"

"I just needed a good dick in me," Rhea replied in a breathy yet smug voice. "I see no reason to delay now that I have one."

She rolled her hips and made Weiss grunt fiercely, then shoved herself backward mercilessly. She ground the dick inside her vice-tight inner walls, drawing out gasps from the both of them. Even just the simple rolling overwhelmed Weiss because of her dry tightness, and her face squeezed down almost like the tunnel squeezed down around her. The bucking of hips made her gasp, and the rolling of a pelvis made her shudder.

Rhea, though, seemed perfectly smug about it, and she let out happy noises as she rolled her hips to stimulate herself. She pulled along with her ridiculously wide, childbearing hips swiveling, dragging her ass around the girth pillar, then groaned as she pushed down insistently. Her fat, jutting ass squished down against her pelvis like a pillow, and Weiss moaned to feel it - much less see the skin pressed down into a flat, doughy heap.

"I like this," she purred, looking over her shoulder at Weiss.

Rhea only started to pull jo at her leisure, dragging the cock out of her ass as if she had control. She tugged them up hard, bringing the throbbing meat out of her asshole and revealing reddened inches to the light, then rolled her hips to grind the bulbous head against inner walls. Even as Weiss watched she pressed right back down, shoving her asshole dull of dense dickmeat in the very next instant.

"Let's see," Rhea huffed, "what this dick can do."

Weiss's hands tightened around her thighs as Rhea started to move, dragging herself up again with a rolling of her wide hips and then shoving herself down at a needy, slutty pace. She descended on the meaty pillar with lustful desire, slamming herself full of it in less time than it took to breathe. Weiss grunted on her harsh descents, shuddering as her large ass clapped against her already sore skin, but groaned with pleasure as the soft meat rolled against her in the moment after.

As Rhea started to ride, Yang began to dig into Byleth. She really dug in as she pulled the bluenette across the stone and made her lay down, then got onto her own hands and knees to messily and audibly slurp on her cum-filled snatch. Yang's big tits hung down beneath her and her ass wiggled teasingly toward Weiss, almost close enough to ready out and slap - but Weiss didn't really focus. She only had eyes for Rhea, who so mercilessly decided to start grinding on her dick with an aashole tight enough to make her wince.

Normally, Weiss would be content to watch. With an ass as amazing as Rhea's, hips that wide, and the sight of side boob sweeping out around her chest, she would have been totally happy to sit back, relax, and see the woman ride her. Only, her pulse burned in her chest as her dick was stimulated by her rolling waistline, and her hunger only grew as Rhea bounced herself there with such firm movements. Her body demanded that she fuck, craved the friction of a rough pounding, and just watching didn't satiate her.

She started to buck her hips as Rhea brought herself up with a smooth buck of her waist, showing off the range of motion she held in her waist, and then pushed right back down onto the thick spear. Weiss succeeded in jamming a few more inches inside as she pumped herself up, thrusting into her asshole and stretching walls out wider, but it didn't alleviate the vice-tight grip of it. She grunted as the woman hauled herself up the throbbing pillar, dragging smooth inches out of her, and she husked as she dropped right back down so smoothly. She wanted more, and felt the strain burn inside of her.

"Such a nice, thick dick," Rhea moaned out, head lolling. "Oh, how I like a good dick in me…"

Weiss huffed. She watched Rhea move and grind herself in her lap as if she were in charge, and her fingers tightened on her thighs. She felt her cock get stroked off by her ridiculously tight inner walls and huffed, then rolled her shoulders. Her hips jabbed up to gain some measure of control and properly fuck the ridiculously curvy MILF, but Rhea's movements ensured that she stayed in control and on top.

"I love riding a good dick," Rhea told her, huffing out the words. "And you've got a good one, young lady."

"Yeah?" Weiss let out a huff as her hands tensed. "Then let me show you what it can do, slut. "

Rhea gasped. She gasped partially for her words, but much more physically because Weiss suddenly and powerfully yanked on her legs just like she did to Byleth, bringing them up in a rush. The woman groaned as she was rolled back against Weiss's slender chest and hit her with a thump, and the white-haired girl pulled without stopping - dragging, hiking them up, folding the woman against her. She still sat down, but started to partially rise as she bent Rhea like a pretzel.

As she brought her legs up, she started to properly thrust with her hips. She pushed up into her ass with her hard dick as she folded the woman in half, bending her around and curving her inward; fat breasts flopping, sent colliding with her own knees as Weiss yanked far enough, and then gasped as her ankles were pushed up near her head. She was yanked through in her arms until Rhea was suddenly, shockingly tugged into a nelson position, all without Weiss having stood up.

"Oh my!" She gasped. "How - good girl - "

Weiss just growled. Huffing, her hips jabbed up to thrust her dick into her asshole, forcing her dick into her asshole with renewed ferocity. Abusing her bent, prone body, holding her firmly in her hands, she took control and started to go buck-wild, hammering her dick into her tight rear hole. She sank her dick inside at a pace far faster than Rhea had shown before, and she sawed her girth into her as fast as she had with Byleth's cunt.

"Fuck!" Rhea moaned out. "That's the stuff, girl! Don't hold back!"

"I don't plan on it," she huffed, and rolled her hips hard. She drove her dick into her at a more powerful speed, slamming her asshole full of dense cockmeat, and it drew out a throaty moan from the MILF. Happily, enthusiastically, and with no small measure of effort, Weiss rammed her cock up into her ass and tugged on thick thighs, loving the way that her fingers sank into her soft skin. She yanked the woman into a proper full-nelson while keeping her in her lap, and though the sex position wasn't truly meant for such things, she managed anyhow.

Rhea gasped enthusiastically, and it was surprisingly almost as loud as Byleth's moaning as Yang ate her out. Both women were thoroughly pleasured by their lovers, and it only got more intense as the moments wore on. Yang buried herself ever deeper, ravenous slurping on Byletht's clit, while Weiss hungrily thrust up to fill a tight ass with her throbbing dick. Inches of her brutal bitchbreaker reamed her out, coring through her tight insides with each stroke, and left the woman gasping.

"Ah! That's it!" Rhea groaned, absolutely shamelessly shouting her joy in having her ass impaled by Weiss. She didn't care that she was folded over into a full nelson or manhandled by a younger girl, but seemed to enjoy it. She looked utterly depraved as she moaned her joy, and Weiss took advantage of that as she pounded into her. "Fuck me, girl!"

Weiss thrust into her as she pulled on her thighs, manhandling her as best as she could. She thrust up and sawed her dick into her tight hole while trying not to let the strain overwhelm her, because the awkward position she was in did not make it easy at all. She went at her hard and fast, thrusting firmly and deliberately, stretching out her ass's walls as she pushed forward. Her pelvis clapped against her ass with loud, meaty thumps that - though not nearly as attractive as Hilda's were - still pleased her.

She groaned as she moved frantically, jamming herself in deeply then tugging back to do it again. She pounded Rhea's ass and her brains senseless in the same breath, using her all to really give it to the buxom MILF, and was rewarded with her moans and groans and mewls. She watched her hair bounce and side-boob jiggle, and she felt her legs flop around, but she committed wholeheartedly to her depraved position. She pounded into her again and again, forcing her tightness out around her, and indulged in the lewdness.

Moans were thick on the air from all parties, even the subdued Byleth. She made happy noises as Yang ate her out, and even at a glance the blonde's work was pronounced. She drew out slutty reactions as she over-actively worked at her with her mouth and her fingers, with Byleth crying out and groping her tits. Yang went at it hard, and even as she did it, her free hand worked at her own horny slit - stroking herself off just for the stimulation.

But Weiss did not spare her much attention. She was too horny, too lustful, and too focused on reaming out Rhea. Again and again she fucked her, again and again slamming inside, and just lost herself to the foursome. Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, she hammered away at her ass, penetrating her with the full length of her throbbing shaft and then drawing back to do it again. Flesh clapped as she rammed into Rhea's folded body, and skin smarted as she pulled back powerfully from each impact, and she just kept on going. She didn't stop, and it took a toll.

She couldn't last in such a position, and at such a pace. She could only try and hold on, but that was her limit. Sawing her dick inside more and more by the moment made her balls ache with need, and it became harder and harder to resist the call of nature. She just had to cum in shockingly little time, and she didn't want to hold back - so she didn't. She pounded into her tight guts, reaming them out with desperation, grunting all the while. Hands pawed and clawed as she held the woman firmly, using everything she had to really give it to her, and the hoarse cries indicated her good work.

"Ah! Weiss! Fuck me just like that, sweetie, fucking Sothis -"

"That's - right there," she grunted fiercely, face nuzzling into her neck. "Right there right there fuck -"

She thrust up into her a few final times, but reached her limit. Her balls throbbed angrily, and she could not hold back. She very simply rammed herself up into her ass and kept on going, letting her orgasm wash over her without punctuating it - just letting it happen, fucking into her without stopping, pushing and thrusting as it overcame her. To the sounds of Rhea's hoarse whines she started to pump her seed into her, spitting out sudden, hot ropes of her seed through her asshole and into her steaming depths.

"Oh, yes! " Rhea cried out, but Weiss didn't focus on that. She only focused on being able to blow her load yet again, feeling the tingling rush of pleasure that came with something too intense. She got to nail a hot MILF and pump her ass full of cum and all she concentrated on was the blissful feeling of cumming inside of her, the tingling electricity that was sent rushing along her spine. "Fill me up, you young stud!"

Throb after throb saw her dick spit out more hot spurts of cum into her ass, plastering walls with white. She sent more inside by the moment, her balls tingling and tensing as they sent more of her hot stuff shooting out. Baby-batter sloshed through her ass to coat it over in a thick, gooey layer of warmth, and Rhea seemed to love it. Weiss didn't really care what she loved, however, and just kept her body firmly pinned for a long, long moment, making sure to ride out her orgasm as best as she could.

"Ah…" Rhea groaned out moments later, face dizzy. "So good…"

Weiss pushed Rhea down to the ground with her cock still hard, and set her on her front. She pulled herself free and spurted out another stream of release onto her fat ass, and a powerful urge came over to just keep on fucking. She considered mouthing the buxom green-haired MILF prone-bone style and just hammering away at her like the slut she was, but instead, her eyes lifted to focus on the sun-kissed ass waving just in front of her. It looked good, and the pussy nestled between fat clefts was eagerly being worked at by rough fingers; clearly horny, clearly needy, clearly needing some Schnee cock.

And who was Weiss not to provide?

She moved over Rhea, got onto her knees, and smacked the shaking ass with all her strength. The cheeks clapped just like Hilda's had earlier and drew out a throaty moan that made Weiss grin in triumph, and so she didn't waste any time to mount the slut in front of her. She instinctively smacked her dick against the plump curve a moment later, letting the vascular girth thud across the plump skin and send reverberations through it. Another gasp graced her ears, and with her lips smirking, she took hold of wide hips and prepared herself to -

A blonde head turned back, and Weiss blinked in shock. It took her a moment to realize that the blonde was Yang, that it was her girlfriend's sister, and she had just smacked her dick against her ass. She didn't know how her mind hadn't made the obvious connection, but it did in that moment; and maybe Yang's mind did the same, for her eyes were wide with shock. They stared at one another for a long, long moment, breaths coming out in pants, both almost frozen there.

Then Yang, slowly, reached back with her hands. She huffed with lust and her pupils dilated with arousal as she stared at Weiss's cock, and without a care, grabbed her ass. She spread them for her as if to bear her slick pussy to her, and then without any hesitation, she panted out, "Go for it, Weiss. Go fucking wild, you big-dicked slut stud. "

Weiss knew she should probably have considered the situation a bit more, probably have thought about what it was she meant to do and what Yang was telling her to do - and think about how it was Yang telling her to do something so lewd. Her girlfriend's sister, of all people. And, yet, instead of even considering that, instead of thinking over any of it, she just grabbed her hips and slammed forward like a beast in heat, not caring whatsoever about who the blonde was or what she meant to her.

In the heat of the moment, the lust of the situation, she was just a hot slice of meat, a gorgeous fuckdoll that wanted to be fucked. Weiss just did not care, and sent her dick crashing into the gorgeous heat of Yang's cunt, slamming it full of her dense cock with a lust that was days in the making. Immediately, she groaned out as the hot, gushing wet walls coated her dick, and Yang squealed as she was impaled in one brutal arc of motion. Her head tossed back, throwing blonde hair around, and she bucked her hips; begging to be mounted, craving sex.

Weiss provided. She just did not care that Yang was the sister of her girlfriend, and happily cheated with her like she did with everyone else at spring break. It just didn't matter to her, and she rammed herself inside with a glee she scarcely felt. She listened to the girl howl with pure lust and adored it, and kept on adoring it as she hammered her cock in nice and deep. She tore herself out in a rush of movement, juices slurping along the length of her meaty prick, and then pushed right back inside without delay.

She didn't care. She grabbed her hips, dug her fingers into the gorgeous swells, and held them firmly. She pulled on her body to bring her in against her dick, then slammed into her with a loud, meaty clap. She pounded into her in one single, brutal swinging motion, then did it again, then again, ramming herself into Yang's speed at high power while also dragging on her hips. She made sure each forward push was the strongest it could possibly be, and she sent her ass clapping lewdly. The pillowy flesh billowed out around her hips as she pounded down into her, fucking her thick cock into her tight pussy, and didn't stop for a single second to consider it.

She considered nothing. Yang swore and cursed as she was so suddenly fucked, and Weiss indulged in that as she forced her hips into a riot of motion and lost all control. She didn't hesitate, and she showed no mercy at all. She just slammed her nine inches of rock-hard cockmeat into her tight pussy in a rush, ramming aside tight inner walls and clenching pink to bury herself in up to the hilt, and forced bodies together closely. Her balls swung up into her slit and let out a lingering smack, which was made thicker by the steady plap-plap-thwap of her pelvis against her ass.

"Fuck, Weiss!" Yang howled. "Fuck, that's so fucking hard yes - "

Weiss didn't speak. She almost felt like a wild animal as she fucked her girlfriend's sister with brutal swings, hammering into her at the fastest speed she could possibly muster. She rammed into her tight cunny and sent the walls swelling outward in brutal leaps, forcing them all out to an extent that drew tears to Yang's eye. Her head flicked back and her ass pushed out as she begged to get fucked harder, and the Schnee provided as she rammed every last throbbing inch into her hotbox without a care for restraint.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Yang groaned. "So that's the Schnee cock I've been hearing so much about!"

Weiss plowed Yang like a farmyard whore, like a back alley slut, like a toy. She just did not care who she was and just reamed her out with brutal swings of her hips, unleashing everything she had in that minute. She didn't care about anything other than the sexual gratification, and went as hard and fast as she could with each push and swing. She collided against her ass with the same meaty claps and thwaps that filled the air and compressed the flesh down into a heap, then pulled back to do it again.

"Fuckfuck dust fuck yes- "

Yang moaned like an enthusiastic whore as she pushed herself back just like Hilda had, but Weiss didn't allow it. She didn't offer any room to maneuver or straighten herself, and fucked against her ass so hard she sent the buxom blonde rocking forward like a total slut. Each time she moved she pulled on her wide hips to drag her onto her impaling spear of a dick, and she succeeded in forcing every last bit of herself inside as deep as she could possibly be. Crammed full of cockmeat and with a cocktip grazing her cervix, Yang continued to moan like a slut in heat.

"So good," Weiss husked under her breath, face tight and teeth grit. She pounded into Yang without any sense of control, going totally wild as she fucked into her again and again and again without mercy and without restraint. She fucked her dick into her hot cunt and impaled it each and every time, with the progression of her hips marked by the clapping of skin. Her ass rang out like a drum as she beat against it in her feral plowing, and the skin rippled in the most pleasing of ways possible - and it didn't stop, not for a single moment.

With two pairs of eyes watching her, Weiss went buck wild. She went at Yang harder, faster, dragging on her hips like the wide handholds they were and forcing her against her with meaty whumps of impacts. As the flesh clapped like a gong she rammed her cock inside to penetrate her fully, shoving walls out around her like tissue paper. She jammed her thick dickhead into the tightness of her inner walls and sending them bulging out around her. Hard, brutal swings sent Yang into thicker and thicker moans, and deep jabs had her body shuddering.

Her breasts rocked beneath her like milk-filled udders, and Weiss just enjoyed watching them swing around in fleshy arcs. The bikini strained until it snapped around her shoulders, but neither of them cared or minded. She just kept on going, fucking into her ass with the same meaty thumps and claps, all while frantically reaming out her hot snatch. Stroke after stroke, she filled her up with dense meat, and pull after pull, she tore her cock free to do it all over again.

"Fuck me, you big-cocked stud!" Yang moaned out at the top of her lungs, still pushing back and still craving more - and she got it as Weiss tugged on her hips and plowed her cunt until her ass went red from the friction. "Fuck! Yesyes yesyesyes! "

"Yeah?" She grunted in assent, the strenuous movements hitting her hard. "Like that, you slut?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!"

"I knew it," Weiss growled, smacking into her ass. "You're just a fucking cockslut."

Yang only groaned, and Weiss only grunted. Swing after swing, thrust after thrust, all Weiss could do was huff with pleasure as she had her cock stroked off by her insides. Yang was tight, wet, and warm, everything she could love and then some, and she wanted nothing more than to be constantly balls-deep in the moaning slut. Yet, her mind knew that the blonde wasn't someone that just took sex laying down, that she didn't just spread her legs and expect partners to do all the work, so Weiss made sure to put every last bit of her strength into fucking her brains into a mushy mess.

"Take my cock, you gorgeous slut, " she growled, and Yang moaned out her happiness at the crude words. It was exactly the kind of sex a girl like Yang craved, and Weiss knew it. "Take the dick that fucks your sister!"

Hard, impaling strokes rocked Yang backward and forward, with her hips swinging each time Weiss yanked on them. Again, and again, and again, she rammed into her ass and pierced her cunt out in full, stretching out pussy lips and inner walls all out around her then tugging back with the same brutal action. She fucked the busty blonde until she quivered, until the muscles on her back stood out stark against the skin and her fingers clawed at the stone below her, and then went harder still.

Balls slapped against her core and her pelvis smacked against her ass, compressing it down again and again. She worked her slim body frantically, showing more power and strength than she should have had in those few lustful moments, and put everything she had into making Yang a moaning mess. She succeeded as she fucked her roughly, slamming her senseless with her fat cock, cramming so many girthy inches inside of her that anyone would have been a moaning mess.

Weiss hammered into her cunt with all her power and might, slamming into her sodden snatch in the most piercing strokes she could manage. She made Yang moan for it, made her howl for it, and the pleasure of knowing she could do that to someone as experienced as Yang pleased her immensely. She huffed with exertion as went at it, pulling and pushing and thrusting and pumping and reaming the blonde out more and more and more. She squealed and moaned and twisted around on her dick, and Weiss loved it.

"You're so good at taking dick," she huffed, feeling her strain build up. A hot rush passed through her, urging her to drive fingers into plump yet perfectly taut flesh, and she clamped her hands down hard as she swung into the slut. "Fuck, Yang – fuck -"

"Right there right fuking there -"

The girl moaned as her cunt was impaled in long, thorough strokes, over and over again. She sent her hips clapping into her jutting ass in a desperate fit of rutting, mounting and fucking her like a wild animal and not a human. She felt inhuman as she reamed out her hot snatch, sending juices sloshing and slurping all out around her. It bubbled up around her cunt lips and drooled down in lewd lines of warmth, and it only got more intense by the moment.

"Fucking right there!" Yang groaned like the powerful woman she was, and pumped her hips back in muffled claps.

Her cunt began to write around her, squishing into her throbbing girth. Flesh tugged and squeezed down, pressing into her meaty length and pulling rhythmically. The howling blonde reached her peak at the hands of Weiss's cock right then and there, and she moaned lewdly for it. Insides spasmed and clenched down, powerfully milking her shaft as she thrust into her with wild abandon, penetrating her even as she hit her peak and fucking right on through it without a care in the world.

Hoarse sounds left Yang's lips as she threw her head back and came, looking every inch like a powerful, golden fighter – muscles tight, sweat beading, golden hair ruffling. She rolled her hips and bucked her waist against Weiss's hands, and her raw strength almost overpowered her in those desperate moments of climax. Her cunt squeezed down harder still, pressing down against her cock like a vice, and had juices all sloshing along her pulsating girldick.

Weiss groaned, but she did not allow it to hold her back. She fucked into her with the same brutal abandon, slamming her shaft right through her clamping folds to really, truly stretch her out, and churned the girl juices out around her into a thick, messy lather. Smack after smack echoed out as she pushed into her at a feverish intensity, coring her out with each balls-deep thrust, allowing herself just a moment to rest against her before doing it again.

She felt her climax rise as she fucked the slut, but she didn't care. She didn't concentrate on it at all as she slammed into her gushing warmth, and let her balls do all the talking for her. She slammed into her until her peak hit her, then fucked on through it just like she had to Yang's. She slammed her throbbing pillar of fuckmeat into her hot cleft until it throbbed insistently, and she just started to groan as her balls shuddered.

"Fucking - Fucking cum inside me, Weiss!" Yang shouted, feeling her climax and knowing what was happening. "Fucking knock me up, you Schnee stud! "

Body weary, Weiss slammed down hard, and did so for the final time. As Yang moaned out lewdly, voice hoarse, Weiss hilted herself and pressed balls up against her snatch. Then, she let go. She allowed thick strings of cum to spit out from the head of her dick and spatter into her tight inner walls, suddenly and brutally painting them over in a new shade of white. She held herself there as ropes of the stuff came pouring out straight from the tap, as if Weiss did not have any natural limit. Her balls, seemingly perpetually full, send wads of the hot stuff pumping along her dick, and she poured it all out without a care in the world.

Consequences be damned, she thought.

"Fuck! Yes!" Yang moaned enthusiastically. "Fill me up with that Schnee cum! Fill me right the fuck up!"

Weiss didn't speak as she did exactly that. Her face was tight, her lips firmly set, her dick shooting out hot strings of warmth in a flood. She slammed waves of gushing white along Yang's tight insides and filled her pussy up with the virile substance, almost drowning her in its virility. Rope after rope decorated her cunt, and the gooey substance plastered itself deeply. She left no single bit of her untouched, and made sure to paint every last inch of her in white.

"Fuck," Yang groaned deliriously, hips rolling with each twitch of her cock and stream of seed that filled her. Baby-batter jammed her full, and Weiss adored the sense of conquest that came with mounting and seeding a girl like Yang Xiao Long. "Fuck, Weiss, fuck. That's a lot..."

"It is," Byleth nodded seriously.

"Most impressive that you can do it so many times," Rhea purred.

Weiss blinked. She only then remembered that there were other people involved in their messy foursome, and that made her swallow thickly. "Uhm... Yeah."

"Oh, fuck yeah, she's impressive," Yang laughed, looking over her shoulder at Weiss. She did not look angry, did not look annoyed, and did not appear upset. Her eyes were tinged with red and so sexually charged that Weiss almost wanted to gulp, nearly afraid that she was about to get pinned down and mounted like Tifa had done. "A real good damned lay. Now I know what all the talk is about..."

"I, for one, just hope she has more left in her," drawled Rhea. She came up behind Weiss and hugged her, wrapping arms around her small chest to toy with her bikini top and very lasciviously allowing her fat tits to pillow out against her. "Because I am nowhere near close to satisfied."

"Same," agreed Yang, and from the grin on her lips, she indicated to Weiss that she absolutely did not fucking care one bit if her sister's girlfriend plowed her brains out again and again.

"Yes," Byleth agreed.

Weiss swallowed. A lot of things swirled around in her head at that moment, such as, I'm cheating on my girlfriend with her sister, I've bitten off more than I can chew, I've fucked Yang and she likes it, and then other thoughts like, Is Mash still in my room? Does Eresh still want to meet up? How can I fuck Rhea to properly use her tits? Does Byleth like sucking dick? Will Yang break the bed if she rough-rides me like I saw her do that one time?

Lots of questions, it turned out, and luckily, Weiss had all of spring break to explore every single one without caring whatsoever about the consequences.

She smirked slowly, taking the time to indulge in the warmth of cum and juices and just the general tightness of a pussy around her dick. "Why don't we take this back to the hotel room, hm?"

Chapter 4: The Fourth Day of MILFs- Miranda, Samus, Mercy, Raikou

Summary:

On the fourth day of Weiss's Spring Break, she finds herself getting laid with hot MILFs. Features: Miranda from Mass Effect, Samus from Metroid, Mercy from Overwatch, and Lancer/Summer Raikou from Fate: Grand Order.

Probably noncon on Raikou.

Notes:

Probably noncon on Raikou.

Chapter Text

Rhea reclined on the armchair resting exactly where she had passed out the night more. Her curves had returned their generally creamy colouration, but the red of friction and the lingering imprints of hand-slaps still marked her gorgeous body. Cum leaked from between her luscious thighs in a slow river and dribbled out from between her lips in trickles, showing just how many times and in what holes she had been fucked. If she was conscious, she might have protected it; as it was, she was out like a light.

Byleth was much the same, strewn as she was on the floor. A pile of limbs and curves, the blue-haired woman had cum all over her sweaty body in a way that should have been degrading but instead made her look like some lewd painting. It had taken a great deal to out-fuck her to the point of passing out so thoroughly, and now she, like her grandmother, was out like a light, a dead log on the floor.

They lasted considerably longer than Mash, who, as Weiss's bedmate for that day, had been roped into the messy threesome. She had conked out first right on the pillows of the bed, but first was a small thing when the sex had lasted for at least five consecutive hours. Weiss had fucked Mash on top of Rhea as they made out, fucked her doggy against the wall while Yang tackled the buxom duo, had left Byleth to practice eating Mash out 'for her girlfriend' while plowing Rhea like a whore…

On the bed, the couch, the armchair, the floor, the wall, the shower; all of it. They had an orgy in their room that just did not stop, and Weiss, veins still blazing with whatever Ishtar had poured into her on that first day, had not stopped. She fucked Rhea on top of Byleth, fucked their tits, pounded their asses, nailed their throats, hammered away at Yang, and just given in to the general depravity in a way her family would always hate.

And she passed it off as just spring break.

She still wasn't done, either. She fucked well through the night, tackling each girl as they tapped out and passed out: first Mash, then Rhea, then Byleth, until only she and Yang remained. Yang, the one person that could match a stud like her at any point, someone with the same level of fiery passion and sexual lust. Combined with her natural desire for dominance and her sheer cockiness, the challenge had been set: one would last, the other wouldn't.

They fucked through the entire night, and even then, at seven in the morning, they were still going at it, with Weiss pounded her fat, throbbing girlcock into her silken depths at a rapid-fire pace. It was entirely inelegant, in truth: she just laid on top of the blonde bruiser, lounging on top of her mountainous breasts like soft pillows and flexing her soft tummy against those tight, fit abs, and happily worked her cock in and out of her clenching tightness.

She sawed her shaft inside in shallow, pounding strokes, hips only using the bare minimum of strength to really ream her out like the slut she was. She laid on top of her, buried her face in the crook of her neck, and just plunged down, cramming turgid cockmeat into those gorgeously tight depths again and again and again. Yang kept on moaning - had not stopped moaning the entire time, in fact, and with each minute that passed and each orgasm that wracked her curvy body, her voice grew fainter, closer to losing their sexual bout and passing out like all the others.

Yang shrieked as another orgasm passed through her body, but Weiss wasn't done. She sawed into her at that frantic, heady pace, crashing through her over-stretched pussy lips to bury her meaty shaft inside, and the blonde beneath her writhed. She came again, her cum-stuffed channel milking and flexing desperately, but it was weak; the teenager didn't have any strength left to her after so much sex over so many hours, and Weiss knew it.

That, of course, hardly mattered. Weiss just kept on reaming her out, hammering that big, fat cock through the length of her sopping tunnel, forcing aside cum and juice in great, slurping quantities each time she went in balls-deep. She thumped against her pelvis with meaty thwaps and drew back again with the wettest of slurps, and, in the process, had to fight off Yang's pulling arms and frantically tugging legs.

"Yes!" Yang groaned like a drunken whore. "F-fuck - fuck - !"

Weiss just growled as she pounded down, desperately fucking away at Yang's pussy. She didn't need to fuck any more, in that she had been quite satisfied through the entire night; but a hot pussy wrapped around her dick still pleasured her, still left her moaning, and she loved it. It was just too damned good, and she just chased those momentary pleasures thrust by flesh slapping thrust. Without stopping, she fucked herself through that tight cage of limbs, letting Yang cling to her like a koala while hammering away at her.

"Just a bit more," Weiss groaned, but it was mostly to herself. She didn't need to speak to Yang; they weren't talking. Their bodies were the ones having a conversation, and the lewdness of rubbing bodies were their words. Sweat squelched, curves sighed, and nether regions rapidly conjoined with loud, wet noises. There was nothing gentle or lovemaking in any of it. It was rapid, animalistic, and borderline feral.

They were two wild animals satiating their lusts, and nothing more than that. Weiss just dropped her hips to impale her again and again, plunging her slick, turgid, and pretty much aching dick into her tight pussy, and sent Yang howling weakly with each inch of fuckmeat crammed into her. Her fat Schnee cock impaled her with each desperate, swinging stroke, and she kept at it no matter how sore her hips were or how tired her body was. She knew she should rest for a bit, but damnit; Yang felt too good.

"Yesyes yesyesyesyesssss - "

Yang's whorish moaning filled her ears as fingers scratched red lines down her back, adding to the claw-marks that marred her pristine white flesh. She marked her up just that little bit more as Weiss pounded her to yet another delirious, dizzying peak, smashing her like a blonde whore and making those fat titties bounce against her own collarbone. She held herself down, hugging that muscled yet curvy body to the fullest, and just went at her with those blinding strokes and shallow, cunt-coring thrusts.

"F-fuck!" Weiss declared, and her hips swung down hard. The next moment was all grinding movement as she dug knees into the bed and pressed her pelvis down flat, letting nature run its course and find that optimal angle to dump a load into a sexy woman. She had no care in the world as to the consequences, and they could damn themselves - right then, she focused on just emptying her balls out.

Another thick, heavy load of semen jerked out of the tip of her dick to paint pink insides in white, and a delirious shudder of relief rolled through her at that moment. Weiss moaned and slumped down against Yang as her legs went straight as poles and held her dangerously steady, allowing her body to just press in close and dump a thick load into a perfectly willing pussy right then and there. She was taut, tense, and filled with that usual breeding lust, but it was a minor note compared to the rest of the night.

"Yessssssssssssssssss," Yang moaned with drunken vigour, and she, too, hit yet another peak as hot cum flowed into her. It did not matter, apparently, if it was the first time or the fifteenth; she took that hot and creamy load with moaning relish, adoringly crying out for the heat of her seed. She shuddered with it, enjoying it, and her writhing inner walls provided more pleasure for Weiss.

Weiss just held herself down and dumped that deliciously creamy load of cum into Yang's snatch without a care in the world, and let it happen just to feel more pleasure. It should not have mattered after an entire night of sex, but she chased every last iota of pleasure that she could. She, very simply, let her dick throb and spit out hot, heavy strings of cum, and she drowned an already over-stuffed pussy in yet more rippling waves of warmth. Yang climaxed around it, but it was, quite simply, a minor side-note.

Maybe it lasted seconds, maybe a full minute, but the two just animalistically groaned under their breaths and rocked bodies. Slowly, Weiss's toes stopped gurgling, her legs lost their tension, and she slumped on top of Yang as the last dribbles of a climax passed through her. The same happened to her partner, who slumped, let her arms and legs fall away from her slender body, and finally let go of her after half an hour of frantic hugging sex.

"Fuck," Yang moaned.

"Fuck," Weiss agreed.

"Shoulda... done this a long time ago..." Yang panted, voice so much more tired than before; and even then, Weiss was amazed she could still speak.

"I agree," she said, because she did. Of course, even as she said the words he remembered that Ruby still existed back home, waiting for her – and that little thrum of guilt passed through her. It was hard to think of why, though. Was it really cheating if she was just satisfying her cock on spring break? Maybe. Did it matter? Probably... "Uhm. What – uhm. What do we tell Ruby?"

Yang groaned softly. "Huh? Who? Oh. Uh..." She squinted dizzily. "...Fuck if I know, Weiss. Does it matter?"

Weiss also squinted. "I think so?"

"...Whatever," Yang dismissed. "We'll – uh, we'll think about it later."

Weiss thought about it. "Fine, I guess we'll cross that bridge when -"

She looked down and found that Yang had already passed out. Quick as that, she was out like a light, and it left Weiss the victor of the impromptu orgy. She, however, just stared, surprised that it happened so fast, and blinked with incredulity.

"I didn't even ask about Blake," she protested, but there was no one to hear her.

That was okay, though. She was dead tired as well, and even if she won, she really, really should be recharging herself for a bit. It was still seven in the morning; she could take a break, get some sleep, then wake up and get back to partying and fucking, in whatever order that was. Honestly, she was so weary and sleepy that all she wanted to do once she pulled out of Yang was fall down and let sleep take her. The only reason she didn't immediately do that was that she had to decide who's tits would make for better pillows: Yang or Mash. Rhea and Byleth were out of the question simply because they were in more uncomfortable spots.

She -

A knock on the door interrupted her – but to call it a knock would do it a disservice. It was a steady rapping of knuckles like an impatient teacher, like a demanding mother, like someone that was not at all happy and needed to let it show without actually letting it show. Tha came with a strange sort of aura that didn't quite please Weiss, and it felt almost – almost – like the sort of chilling air that came with a very pissed off person with significant power behind them.

But, Weiss was still too fuckdrunk to even care. In fact, despite the analytical part of her mind understanding that what she did was weird, she shuffled up from the bed with a yawn, grabbed one of the discarded towels, and roughly yanked it around her waist to tuck her erect dick out of the way. She then did the same for her small chest just to be a bit modest, and then, as if all that was totally normal, answered the door.

"Who is it?" she asked tiredly, suppressing a yawn.

"Ms. Miranda Lawson," the voice called back, and it meant nothing to Weiss at first. "The manager of this facility."

The manager. Weiss's eyes shot open. Wait. That's not good.

"O-oh!" Weiss quickly snapped to attention and started to unlock the door and pull it open. "Ms. Lawson, yes! Hello, uh, what exactly can I help you... with..."

As she opened the door, her faltering, un-Schnee-like speech began to peter out like a dying candle flame. It was not for any reason other than her stupefied brain taking in the sight of the person beyond the door, and her mouth turned dry and clumsy accordingly. Weiss had, in her life, and over the course of the -break, seen many gorgeous women. She had fucked quite a few of them now, and lived with others. Winter, Willow, the Atlas nobility – they were some. Yang, Rhea, Byleth, Mash, 2B, Cammie, Tomoe – they were others. Hot, gorgeous girls with hot, gorgeous bodies.

Then, there was Miranda Lawson. Weiss's brain just stopped working because it had no place to start with a woman like that. It was as if, in her head, everything just screamed 'perfect woman', and that was the end of it. She was tall enough to tower over Weiss, and her body was all legs – long, gorgeous legs, plump and thick and athletic all at the same time, and wrapped up in a bodysuit of clinging white that showed off every last curve on them.

Weiss's mouth salivated and went dry at the same time as she stared over a set of hips that were the perfect blend of wide and curvy, and that transitioned into a waistline so sinfully perfect it was like someone had sculpted it in a lab. Hell, her entire body looked like that: every curve was too perfect, too tight and wide and voluptuous, with a perfect blend of flesh and squish and tightness to make anyone want to just grab her and touch her – at least, in the moments before she flipped them into a fucking wall.

Her tits were nice and big, filling out her catsuit in a way similar to Yang's. She probably wasn't as large as Rhea, but they were gorgeously round, perfectly formed, each one looking like it had that right blend of squish, heft, pliability, and tightness to make it delectable. The cleavage showed off by her suit was so long and deep that she could bury her face – or cock -into it, and it showed off such creamy flesh that Weiss wanted it more than she could understand. All that transitioned up into a slender neck that tucked up into a face that took her by surprise, and kept her stunned.

It wasn't an elegant face, yet at the same time, it was. Weiss was used to the features of nobility: Narrow chins, high cheekbones, straight jawlines. In some way, that variation was the most common in the world. The woman in front of her, however, was strong-jawed, square of face, high of cheekbone, and almost stout; yet, in that, she looked darkly gorgeous, and it stunned her. The flowing black mane of hair like a lion or something equally silly was just icing on the cake: the woman was perfect as if she'd been made for that purpose, as if every gene on her perfectly-skinned body had been hand-picked to make her just the best example of a woman.

She was, also, as old as Rhea looked, which put her into that comfortable range of MILF that Weiss loved.

"Oh," she squeaked, fully tongue-tied at the vision of glowering beauty in front of her – and there was no mistake, for even in that professional tone of voice and that sculpted, straight face, she looked pissed off.

"Weiss Schnee, yes?" Miranda asked in a straightforward tone that was all tight, controlled emotion and clear annoyance. Her accent was strangely enticing to Weiss's ears, but her clipped tone was not.

"Y-yes," Weiss stammered, suddenly feeling very weak and very silly. "That is me, yes."

Mirana nodded crisply. "I am the manager of this hotel, as I've indicated. You are the occupant of room three-six-three." Her eyes narrowed as she stared down at Weiss's pale, slender, sweaty, and flushed body. "I'm a very busy woman, Ms. Schnee."

"I, uh, imagine," Weiss said haltingly, not at all sure what was going on but holy hell she had a gorgeous, angry MILF in a catsuit in front of her and her mind just did not work. "J-just Weiss is fine, ma'am."

"Ms. Schnee," Miranda repeated, "I'm only here because I've received several complaints about this room over the last few days, and, in this night alone, I've gotten four separate noise complaints. As manager, I take my job and the comfort of my guests very seriously."

"Noise complaints?" Weiss asked faintly, already knowing exactly why those complaints occurred but just shocked that it had taken so long for people to really get angry at the constant sex coming out of her room. "I, uh -"

Miranda, without a care, just walked right past her door and stepped into her room, carelessly brushing the smaller teenager aside like a fly. She walked into the hotel room without asking permission and stepped on in as if Weiss meant nothing at all. The girl would have protested, but once she laid eyes on the manager's ass, she was done for. Just like her tits, her ass was fucking incredible, as Yang would put it: a fat, heavy swell of assflesh that stretched out as far as a shelf and dove down into a soft cleft like a natural cleavage, and it looked mouthwatering.

The way it was perfectly framed by her catsuit was amazing, showing off the sheer heft and tightness of that rounded mass in a way that few asses were: hell, out of all the girls Weiss as fucked so far, only 2B could match it, and even then, she wasn't sure she had the same flesh as the MILF in front of her. Those simple forward steps made it bounce, too, and even if Weiss had serious issues with a professional business manager wearing a catsuit, she quite easily understood why no single person on the beach would ever lodge a complaint.

Weiss was not surprised to find herself rock-hard again.

Miranda looked around. Her dark eyes scanned across the room, taking in askew furniture, many wet and ruined towels, the messy bedsheets, the stains on the walls in the shape of human bodies, and the actual human bodies themselves. She looked over Rhea and Byleth, taking note of their positions and the leaking cum with critical eyes, then swept over to Mash and Yang. She saw how well-fucked they looked, pursed her lips, and gazed over the cum marking the bed, floor, walls – whatever, really.

Miranda sighed but once.

"I understand the reason for the noise complaints," Miranda said sharply, and there was nothing jovial in that tone at all. She spun on her heel, removing the sight of her glorious ass from Weiss's vision, and instead presented a glowering, critical face and fat, luscious tits. "Would you like to explain to me, Ms. Schnee, why you have four extra people in a room meant for just two alone?"

Weiss blinked. "Uhm..."

" Uhm is not an answer," the manager sighed. "I want an explanation before I kick you and your roommate out right now for breach of policy... let alone fine you for the clear damage this room has suffered throughout your activities."

Weiss's lips flapped. She was being lectured to, and her mind just was not up to the task of answering that. "I'm, uh, you – well -" she paused to collect her thoughts. "W-well, Ms. Lawson, you see, uh, I've never been on spring break before, and the last few days I've been feeling extremely horny because someone calling themselves a goddess of fertility spiked me with constant arousal and just last night my roommate seduced the two ladies there - "

She pointed with her finger at Rhea and Byleth.

"-And we fucked in the hot tub in like, a foursome? A-and then we came back to this room here so we could keep on fucking, not because they wanted to stay the night, we're not breaking any occupancy laws -" under Miranda's demanding stare, Weiss kept on speaking "-a-and the only reason they're still here is because we fucked for almost the entire night and they passed out from the, uh, overstimulation…"

Weiss swallowed at the woman's unimpressed stare.

"...And, well, the pink-haired, Mash, she's been fucking me since like a day ago? And she just happened to be here when I got back, I forgot she was passed out from the night before because I fucked her too hard, so when she saw us she just joined in? She wasn't - isn't - staying here, though, she was just… having sex." Weiss swallowed hard. "And that's basically it. I don't know if it's against the rules to just have people here, but the intention was temporary sex that turned into an all-nighter and they've passed out… now."

Miranda raised a single sculpted eyebrow. "And you have not?"

Weiss flushed. "Well… no. I've, uh, got a bit too much stamina… and a minor refractory period… for that."

Miranda swept her hand out. "And you expect me to believe that you, the lone futa in this room, fucked all these women over an entire night, causing multiple noise complaints, and fucked them into a stupor? And that you've been doing this for days?"

Weiss flushed even more. "...Yes?"

Miranda stared at her. She worked her strong jaw very firmly as she stared down at her, eyes hard and tight. She pursed her plump lips, cocked one wide hip out, and planted a hand on it. The other arm crossed under her best to grab her arm, and the movement looked both amazingly seductive and very dangerous to her eyes. It was hot, and she liked it way more than she could properly understand.

"I find it hard to believe," Miranda drawled slowly, "That a girl like you could manage all of this. Further, that you could cause so many noise complaints."

"I mean…" Weiss shrugged and looked around. "Do you see anyone else with a dick here?"

Miranda inclined her head. "Good point."

She kept on staring, and Weiss fidgeted nervously.

Miranda nodded once. "Would you consider yourself a particularly virile individual?"

She blinked twice. "Beg your pardon?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Uh…" Weiss awkwardly shrugged. "I suppose? I mean, ah, that is to say, I've been fucking pretty much nonstop for the last three - four days, so…"

Miranda nodded crisply. "Any children?"

"Any -" Weiss flushed. "Uh, no? I don't - don't think so?"

"You don't think so?"

Weiss practically shivered under that icy glare. "No."

"Hm." The older woman narrowed her eyes at her. Then, she reached forward, and with a flick of her hand and yet, somehow, without actually touching Weiss, she stripped her of her awkward clothing. The white-haired girl squealed as she was turned buck-naked without any visible effort, and she flushed as the hardness of her rather lengthy and far too thick cock flopped down once more.

Instead of looking appalled, Miranda appeared intrigued. "Well, you're big, so that's a good thing. Balls are heavy, suitable enough… How many girls do you think you've slept with?"

Weiss just flapped her mouth. "What? I didn't keep track - like, over twenty here, I guess…"

"Your potency is in doubt, but your virility is not…" Miranda's stance shifted from one hip to the other, and her voice turned musing. "Clearly, you know how to use that cock and you're quite capable of it, if the noise complaints mean anything…"

Weiss just blushed.

"...But you're not my first pick," the beautiful older woman concluded. "Too short, too skinny, no meat on those bones, terrible bone structure… "

Weiss gaped, suddenly indignant. "Excuse me?"

"Small tits, mostly uninspired, vaguely attractive…" Miranda clicked her fingers. "Not male…"

" Excuse me?"

"And your hair is weird."

Weiss clicked her tongue. "Are you calling my ugly?!"

"I'm saying you look like you have terrible genes, and I only go for the best." Miranda smirked at her as she suddenly reached out, crossed the distance, and just grabbed her cock. Weiss squeaked, once more red in the face, and felt that hand go tight. "You're the last person I would ever pick as my bed partner, because I want the best. You don't look like it. Anyone in this room looks like they could offer more… but this dick? These balls? The stamina? My, my, Ms. Schnee. You might be something special."

"I have no fucking clue what is happening," she replied honestly.

Miranda smirked down at her. One hand stroked her dick while the other rose up, and as Weiss watched, her fingers pulled at her cleavage-window to tug the cloth to the side. "Here's what's happening, girl. I've been trying to have a child for years, but, due to my assuredly perfect genetics, it just won't take. I've fucked a few hundred of the absolute best and brightest and most genetically compatible people in the galaxy -"

"-the what?-"

"-And not a single one of them has been able to put a baby in my stomach." Miranda pulled on her catsuit even more, exposing her delicious cleavage. She was stripping down right in front of Weiss, and all the girl could do was stare. "And maybe you'll be the same, since you don't seem to have much meat on your bones…"

Weiss gasped indignantly.

"...But you've clearly got the virility to make up for it, and that just might be enough," Miranda concluded. She let go of Weiss's dick, but only to use her second hand to run along the hidden seams of her white catsuit. Before the teenager's eyes, the gorgeous MILF stripped herself down, peeling the clinging fabric away from her shoulders and down from her chest. "So there's the deal, Ms. Schnee. We can resolve this breach of policy by sleeping with me and doing your absolute best to knock me up. Is that amenable?"

"Ame - amenable?" Weiss repeated. She did nothing but stare as Miranda's massive chest was laid bare, and tucked away as it was in a bra of clinging black lace, she felt her mouth water. Each inch of creamy flesh that was revealed left her in more awe, and she wanted nothing more than to - to worship . "Yes, that's - yeah."

"Good - but I was not actually giving you a choice." Miranda smirked at her rather slowly, then, stepping forward, and reached forward.

Weiss squeaked as her hand clamped down on her shoulder, and she shuddered as the buxom MILF just shoved her onto the nearby couch - the only piece of usable furniture left. She landed with a huff and just stared as Miranda peeled off her catsuit entirely, leaving herself in nothing but black silk lingerie. She didn't make much of a move to strip that off, however, and just stood there like a tall, proud, genetically perfect woman with far too much attitude to be contained by a mere teenager.

Even so, Weiss's dick throbbed.

"You'd better not disappoint me," Miranda said flatly as she leaned forward, towering over Weiss and presenting a shelf of breastflesh she just wanted to bury her face into - but she did not get that chance. Instead, Miranda got up onto the couch beside her, twisted herself around in a graceful display of flexibility, and then got up onto her hands and knees.

Weiss was still stunned as Miranda got into a doggy-style position right beside her, settling on hands and knees as if she knew perfectly well how to do it, and pushed her ass backward - a frankly fantastic ass, in Weiss's humble opinion. The white flesh was nicely framed by that tight black lace, but it was thoroughly inadequate to contain the sheer amount of ass that was visible. Two large, meaty hemispheres of creamy skin, all perky and pert and just perfectly rounded, forming a full-moon of squishiness that the teenger just had to mount.

Hesitantly, she rose up behind her, spinning around with her monster-cock bouncing and eyes just ravenously taking in that fat, squishy mass of flesh in front of her. Thick, athletic thighs spread beckoningly, those wide hips called for her, but that ass demanded to be mounted - and she knew beyond those panties was a pussy that needed to be bred. She was being asked to literally impregnate someone, and she treated it the same as the rest of spring break so far: just another way to get laid.

"Hurry up," Miranda ordered with casual finesse. She wiggled her broad hips and shook her ass in front of her face, and Weiss quite eagerly rose up behind her. The first thing she did was drag her underwear down her fat ass and over her legs, but even staring at her exposed pussy didn't delight her as much as pressing her hands down against that big, fat mass of flesh. "I didn't plan a cheap fuck in my itinerary."

Weiss just chuckled at the casual insult. At that point, once she had her hands on Miranda's ass, she was happy to dig her fingers down and just squeeze. The fat flesh filled her palms in amazingly doughy rolls of white skin, and greedily, she pressed into it. Her hands smooshed down, feeling all that wonderful squish dip down around her, and she grabbed hold of hungry handfuls. She pressed in, firmly kneading, and rose up behind her all the while.

Miranda purred, but it was brief and mostly impatient. "I'm not one of your teenage sluts, Ms. Schnee. You're here to put a baby in me, not to play around - so be a good girl and fuck me like an adult. "

Weiss was pretty sure she knew what she meant- and even if she didn't, she used her imagination. She chuckled softly as she rose up behind her, pressing forward and using one hand to guide her thick, throbbing member between the clefts of that smooth, perfect ass. She hummed at the feeling of soft assflesh sliding against her on that downward descent, and she felt her libido rise up in spite of the literal hours and hours of fucking.

"Of course," Weiss said a bit smugly. "I'll do my absolute best, Ma'am."

"You'd better," Miranda purred. "I don't want this to be a waste of my time."

Weiss laughed. She was about to fuck a haughty, confident, cocksure woman, and she felt nothing but lust at the idea of it. She pressed forward, her hand digging into the soft flesh of her ass, mercilessly kneading with powerful, skin-bending force, while her hand guided her dick forward and pressed against that hot, waiting slit. She knew the intention: she was supposed to try and knock some literal random stranger up, someone far greater than her age, and yet, she treated it the same as everything else.

In a way, she thought she should be bothered by that fact. In another way, she treated it the same as the rest of spring break. She would likely never see Miranda again past that time, and if she was pregnant with a Schnee child… that was for her to take care of and deal with. Weiss? She was just going to get laid and do what she did best, which was, at present, fucking people's brains out.

"Don't worry," Weiss purred as she aligned herself. "I know what to do."

She did - at least, she hoped she did, because she did not think twice as she jerked forward with a powerful forward motion and, without hesitation, just rammed her dick into Miranda's pussy. She just hammered it into her in a brutal impaling rush, showing the same lack of restraint she had given to all the girls in the room all night long, and pounded herself straight through the older woman's frankly dripping pussy in an intense fit of motion.

Miranda howled with pleasure. "Oh, yes. That's it! "

Her spine curved just a fraction as she was brutally, intensely impaled with rock-hard cockmeat, crashed into her at a pace that few could match and less could manage to adjust to. She just pounded her pussy with her dick all at once, cramming a good six meaty inches into her in a rush of motion that saw silken flesh roughly tug and stretch out of position. A grateful groan left Weiss's lips almost on instinct as she felt a cunt wrap around her, but it was so much better than usual: just like the rest of her, Miranda felt damned perfect.

"Oh, man," Weiss groaned out. "That is some damned good pussy, fuck…"

She hammered down into Miranda in a greedy rush, doing what she felt like and not really treating the MILF like a proper woman - but she wasn't one, her mind told her, and they were just two horny people with a desire to please and a desire to breed. Nothing more, nothing less: like animals, really. The Schnee Heiress pressed down, jamming her throbbing girth deep into the snug folds of her pussy, driving it down so hard that she made walls ripple around her.

"I know," Miranda groaned softly. "I'm perfect. And this dick… isn't half bad."

"I'll show you not half bad, " Weiss chuckled throatily, and she powerfully, intensely ripped her cock backward, dragging it out of her at an intense rush of motion that saw every bit of her flex and shiver at once. She just tore it out of her gushing cunt, moaning at the feeling of all that soft, clenching tightness around her, marveling at the sheer perfection of Miranda's body - and happily retreated just to fuck it again.

She pounded forward at a hot, brisk rush, thrusting her rock-hard prick into her gorgeous tightness and using all the force her small body could muster in the process. She went hard very fast, power-thrusting herself through Miranda's welcoming tightness, and moaned in pure pleasure for that amazing feeling. It was just great, unlike any of the other girls before her, and she was all too happy to just slam herself inside like a wild animal without a care for her partner's ability to handle it.

Thankfully, Miranda could. She just moaned and dipped her spine to better offer up her ass - and her pussy - to that fat cock, and showed no reluctance in taking Weiss's meaty member. If anything, she was gleeful to be hammered full of thick, throbbing meat, taking every inch that the girl packed with clear, unadulterated joy. Her head whipped back, hair cascading outward, and Weiss watched, mesmerized, even as she pumped her hips down to impale her.

"Fuck," Weiss groaned hard. Her hand dug deep into Miranda's ass, squeezing that fat, pillowy fleshy as best as she could. The skin bulged around her fingers and against her palm, all bending out and shifting around. She clenched down hard, mauling that gorgeous curve of silky flesh, while her hips pounded forward and mercilessly crammed the woman's pussy absolutely full of rock-hard meat.

Her hips smacked against that fat, fleshy ass, forcing her hand to adjust its position. The pillowy flesh clapped against her pelvis as she sheathed herself in balls-deep, impaling her snug snatch to the absolute limit and holding steady against it. She listened to Miranda's moan as she pressed down, grinding herself against her, feeling that deliciously snug, adoringly warm hole ripple with milking delight - it wanted her cum that badly, it seemed.

"Mmmmm…" Miranda groaned throatily, and her gorgeous, strong-boned face looked over her shoulder. "You're definitely packing enough heat to get the job done…"

Weiss smirked. She palmed her ass with the one hand while the other reached around - and whipped forward with lethal strength, smacking against the other hemisphere of pert creamy flesh as fast as she could. She smacked it like she would any other whore, and the flesh rebounded with a ringing thwap! that filled the room. As assflesh quivered Miranda let out a hoarse gasp and stared back at her, shock and pleasure on her face.

"You think you can just slap me?" Miranda asked incredulously - and Weiss slapped her ass again, making the skin clap powerfully, while dragging her hips back in an intense rush of motion. With blinding speed she extracted herself, dragging out of the tight embrace of her snug pussy, and, steadily freeing herself, she unclogged that tract of silky pink. Then, with brutal smoothness, she rocked her hips and hammered right back into her gushing slit, pounding her cunt with the wrist-thick meat of her cock all at once.

"Yes," Weiss chuckled, "I do believe I can."

"Good girl," Miranda groaned, seemingly grateful for the roughness. Whether she was or was not did not matter, though, and Weiss, husking, just rolled her waist, stirred up that gorgeously snug pussy around her, and dragged herself backward in an intense fit of motion. She pulled away, tight flesh rippling, and squeezed her fat ass as much as she enjoyed: both palms sinking into the skin, digging fingers into the doughy white mass and just squeezing.

She hammered forward again with double the force, just piledriving her thick dick into her perfect pussy all at once. Hard, fast, and rough, that wrist-thick length of dickmeat was sent thrusting into the tight embrace. She rammed it through her at that powerful pace, filling out walls to such an extent that they bulged, and brutally pressed in to make sure every last throbbing inch of her turned Miranda into a cocksheath.

"Yes," the woman moaned, seemingly happy for it. Smirking, Weiss crammed herself inside, jamming that slick tunnel out around her, and indulged in the combination of warmth, tightness, and rippling perfection. Her hands dug into her ass and squeezed it, bending that soft skin around her with tight, near-brutal squishes. Bubbly flesh spilled out around her hands as she drew back, hard and fast, roughly extracting herself - all to Miranda's soft, throaty humming.

"Amazing," Weiss huffed, her hips slamming forward again to bury turgid cockmeat into her gorgeous pussy. She just hammered into her, working her pale length all the way inside on that brutal thrust, and Miranda took it with clear, throaty satisfaction. Her spine bent up, pushing that fat ass toward her like a fleshy mountain, and Weiss groped it with enjoyment. She indulged in that creamy perfection, digging fingers down so far the skin all bulged and bending the flesh out so intensely that it went red with strain, and loved it.

Thrusting forward in a broad, pendulous arc, she worked her hips with violent sweeps as quickly and fervently as she could. There was no waiting for her to start or any sort of gradual ramping up of the pace for, in Miranda's own words, she did not have the time for it. She was impatient, in a hurry, and wanted just one thing: to be knocked right up.

Weiss was all too happy to give that to her. She thrust into her gorgeous cunt, along the way that those walls hugged her and moulded to her as if her cock was made to pleasure her. The walls all milked her as she moved, fluttering and squeezing down on her length as if hungry for seed, and she moaned in indulgent bliss. She just crashed down while her hands squeezed and groped at her fat ass, squishing the flesh around and making it all bounce so lewdly.

"Fuck me, you studhorse," Miranda husked, lashes fluttering over her shoulder almost too seductively to bear. Even then, Weiss understood, the busty MILF had some measure of control; she wasn't just a willing slut at Weiss's disposal. "Get that dick moving. "

So, Weiss, laughing, smacked her ass nice and hard, smacking against it and letting her hand rebound. She dug her fingers down in the next moment and clenched hard, drawing out a plaintive moan and using the fat mass of skin as a handhold to pull Miranda onto her dick just that much more. She hammered into her, thundering forward, hips moving with the speed of a lightning strike to impale her sodden snatch just as she wanted.

"Fuck me, girl," Miranda demanded all too roughly, her voice a husky, lilting purr of desire. "Pound that pussy and fuck a baby into me."

"Dust, that is so hot," Weiss groaned, and hips did exactly that - working her large, thick dick hard and fast, brutally tugging, powerfully pulling, and sinfully ramming forward to drive herself inside like a piercing spear. She fucked her with broad, hard strokes, slamming into her with such speed that the friction already washed over her - and she brushed that aside just to keep on going, fervently pounding her tight snatch.

"Do what dozens of others couldn't," Miranda husked with throaty desire. "Show all those men what it means to breed a baby into a Lawson."

Weiss found that breeding-kink oddly hot, if she were being honest with herself - but it wasn't as if she really needed to be encouraged to fuck a girl raw. She just rapidly went at it, spurred on by her words to just fuck harder, and swung her hips with all the force her slender body could muster. She pounded away at her sodden slit, thrusting away through her dripping wet tunnel, and crashed into her steaming depths with passion.

Her hips smacked against her ass with great, clapping hits, making the skin all bounce up against her. Her pelvis rebounded off that gorgeously fat ass each time she moved, giving her just enough of a spring to jump-start her next intense thrust and allow her to bury herself in up to the very hilt. The claps began to thicken, however, as Weiss pounded into her all the harder, and her pelvis smacked against her with ever-increasing fervency.

"Do it," Miranda husked. "Fuck me like a proper adult and breed me, girl -"

Almost growling, Weiss pounded the gorgeous, busty woman with all the power she had in her. She hauled on her fat ass like a handhold, using the doughy skin for nothing more than that, and yanked to tug her into her pussy. She rammed into her at full force and full speed each and every time, really going at her with desperation. She smacked against her backside with thick, steady whaps and hot, heavy thwaps, filling the air of the sweat-scented room just a little bit more.

Miranda never really moaned like a whore, but she sighed and gasped and groaned with husky satisfaction as she was fucked for dear life. Still, she remained remarkably composed through it all, effortlessly holding the slutty position even as she was sent rocking on her hands and knees. Her spine bent even more to push her ass out, and the fleshy mass of white kept on clapping with each machine-like stroke of Weiss's hips. The jutting curve of assflesh quivered as she smacked into it, and the sight was so perverse as to be enjoyable.

"-Fill me up with that hot cum and show my womb what it's been missing," Miranda demanded, as if she could just order Weiss's cock to produce heirs. "Fill it up so much I won't feel empty until nine months have passed -"

Weiss crashed into her harder and faster, doing her best to aggressively ream Miranda's brains out and speed up the process that would result in her blowing a thick load in her. She smacked against her ass, slamming against that fat mound with desperate power, making it bounce and clap without pause. The entire mound just wobbled, jiggled, and flopped around, the flesh constantly rippling with motion. Like jiggling putty it consistently, reliably quivered around, the motion never-ending.

Pillowy flesh greeted her thrusting and accepted it, greedily moulding to the shape of her hips while a pussy milked her dick. It was so enjoyable that Weiss just could not stop, and she kept at it with a desperate fervour. As her meaty shaft powered through her dripping depths over and over, she clenched her fingers down on her cushion-fat ass and squeezed. Kneading it firmly like so much dough, her hips smacked against it, making it bounce and clap and wobble around like it was nothing.

"Stuff me with cum and stuff me with a baby," she demanded gruffly, and Weiss was heedless to obey. "Do your best and make me a mother, Schnee!"

Weiss couldn't help herself. The breeding dirty talk was just too much for her to bear, so, grunting, she rammed her throbbing pillar of cockmeat inside just that much more with each swing, each stroke, each dizzying push. She groaned in glee as those tight walls rippled around her, and she husked lowly as she sent that fat ass bouncing around her hips; clapping, wobbling, squishing like dough, and bouncing back.

It compressed down with each crashing thrust like nothing more than a pillow. It was an ass perfectly suited for taking a rough pounding, capable of absorbing the fiercest of blows and springing back into place, and Weiss used it to the fullest: she let it bounce her hips back, watched it clap and jump up, then dug her fingers into it to haul Miranda's rocking body backward and against her slamming cockmeat. Over, and over, and over again, she reamed her out and fucked her until she moaned properly.

"That's it," Miranda groaned, "that's it, stud, I can feel that fat cock throbbing! Don't hold back - just fucking cum in me and be the best dick this side of the Milky Way - !"

None of that made any sense to Weiss, but it didn't matter. She was at her end anyhow, reaching the last dregs of her stamina, and simply threw herself into the endgame - and that was it. A few final crashing thrusts, a few more loud, ringing smacks, and the enjoyable feeling of a snug pussy and a hot woman wrapped around. Groaning, husking, and sighing, Weiss fucked herself to completion, dick throbbing every inch of the way there, until she had nothing left to give.

"Then get ready," Weiss growled, fingers stabbing in deep and balls tensing up hard, "because here it comes!"

She slammed down hard, and with that, she compressed her ass down and just let go. No thought, no conscious desire, no real consideration: she just held steady and blew her load as nature designed her to do, knowing full well she was literally attempting to impregnate some random older woman that ran some hotel in the middle of Vacuo and she just didn't care. She just held herself down and shuddered in climactic glee, her face moaning with pleasure, her body tingling with delight, and let it happen.

"Yes!" Miranda groaned, and that was that. The fat cock unloaded thick wads of semen into her at a rapid-fire pace, clogging up her insides in rich, gooey warmth all of a sudden. With a force that should have been impossible given the acts of the entire night, she blew herself in Miranda's spasming pussy and coated it over in warmth without any difficulty. Hot strings of seed sloshed across her fluttering pink lining and heavy ropes slurped against her innermost depths, and Weiss quite happily let it happen.

Gush after gush, string after string, she flooded Miranda's depths in gooey, impregnating warmth. Her cervix was stained with the stuff and her entire channel was flooded with it, and she did it all carelessly. Hot loadfuls of babybatter sloshed through her, clogging everything it could and then some, with Weiss just casually dumping that hot load right into her womb - just as asked. She utterly filled it to the brim with white-hot seed, and even if her intention wasn't consciously to make babies, she had done a damned fine job of it.

Miranda let her. She did not do much more than moan and groan in satisfaction, but the woman was too uptight and composed to let her expression falter. She just rode it out, holding herself steady and not making one single move at all as Weiss came into her. She took her load with glee, and she made sure the teenager dumped out every last eager droplet before moving again - and when Weiss sighed in thick, throaty pleasure, body loving her latest conquest, only then did the powerful manager tug forward.

It was quick and sudden, and before Weiss knew it, she was knocked flat on her ass.

"Good job," Miranda purred, unsheathing the dick as if it was just business to her and quickly tugging underwear back up. "That was as prodigious as a Krogan's load - quite impressive, Ms.Schnee. I can already feel that cum in my womb."

Miranda smirked down at her as she stood, and fingers lightly trailed along her stomach and over her womb as if desirous for the seed to take root. Weiss just panted and stared, her thick fucktool finally spent, and noticed how Miranda looked barely winded.

"Quite the thickest I've felt in some time…I have high hopes for it." Miranda kept on smirking as she stepped diligently into her catsuit and dutifully began to tug it up around her. "But, whether or not it works remains to be seen. However, you performed above my expectations for your body type and genetic disposition, so congratulations: I'm convinced, and I think these little complaints can be safely brushed aside."

Weiss blinked tiredly, mostly confused at how Miranda just finished it. "Uh… thanks?"

Miranda smirked and zipped her catsuit right up, covering her body but somehow making it more sexual in the process. "Get some rest, Ms. Schnee. I don't expect one load alone will cut it, and you're going to have a very busy night ahead of you - in my room, ploughing me into the bed until I'm either well and truly pregnant or you're a drooling mess. Whichever comes first."

A slow, steady smirk graced her, and Weiss just gulped.

"And if you do a good enough job, I'll let you fuck my ass, too," Miranda said smugly, then, with that, just turned on her heel and left the room, her ass bouncing with every step. Then, the door closed, making Weiss realize it had been left open the entire time.

…Well, that was a thing, she thought, blinking, staring, and resting against the couch. I… honestly should wonder what the heck I just got myself into, but I just kinda need to sleep. Since, uh, I won't be tonight… apparently…

Weiss flopped back against the couch.

After Miranda left, after Weiss had her rest, and as the day hit late morning, Weiss started to get into the spring break mood. Really got into it, in fact. She started parting pretty much instantly, and that meant drinking - excessively. She could not say why she did it, but if she was being honest with herself, she would say that it did not matter one bit. Instead, she just did it, enjoying herself with a laugh, downing drink after drink by tossing her head back and gulping up entire cans at once. Even if she still thought beer was vile, it made her nicely buzzed so that she didn't care.

When she was offered a drink by a girl, she took it and tried to get her number - or get her dick wet, whichever happened first. If it was a dude, she thanked them and saluted before walking off, always on the prowl, always looking for fun. She grinned, waved, talked, conversed, and just got down and dirty with dancing and awkward shuffling and laughing jokes. She participated in games with random strangers as the alcohol took hold of her, and she randomly moved from group to group as the party mood settled in even more.

So, she got a little drunk a bit too fast. An hour barely passed before she had drunk too much for her weight class, and, feeling tipsy, she just started to wobble - just a bit. Otherwise, she laughed and joked and flirted around like only a loose person could, and she jovially kept at it. Just past midday, she, her drink, and her giggling demeanaour found herself walking around one of the large pools that surrounded the hotel.

There were many of them, and there were a good four or five of them arranged in big blocks like any standard poolside resort should have. Large, deep, shallow from one end, deep on the other, they were enjoyable to lounge in and mostly amazing to check out the hottest of suntanning babes - of which there were many. Everywhere she looked it seemed like there were dozens of the sexiest of teenagers, and all Weiss wanted to do was sigh.

Spring break is the best, she mused, and flipped her head and her can of beer back at the same time. Walking along the poolside, drinking alcohol, and taking in the babes, she -

Thwap!

Weiss jerked as the volleyball smashed against the side of her head and, like a wide-eyed, squiggly-lipped doe, she stiffened and flopped right over into the pool. The hard impact totally stunned her and her drunken brain, and drunk as she was, there was no way to even handle it. She just fell into the water, stiff as a board, taking the hard impact as if she had been frozen solid, and wheezed. She didn't even know if anyone noticed her fall or cared, because everyone was so out of it by then that they probably just thought she was… doing something stupid.

Probably.

So, she was totally unaware of anyone coming to save her, and just sank into the water with the thought of is this the end? I was hoping to at least die of exhaustion, balls-deep in a hot slut…

Then, someone broke the waterline, diving down in that familiar sort of bodysuit she always associated with hot lifeguard babes. The shape shot toward her in the blink of an eye, showing far more power than she would have expected, but then, Weiss expected little. All she knew was that she was quickly swept up, tugged through the water, and effortlessly hoisted up toward the surface. She broke it with a gasp, water spraying out and clogging her eyes, and the scent of chlorine thickened in her nose.

She couldn't see with all that water in the way, but she was aware of the red bikini and a shock of blonde hair - but not much more than that. She was aware of being yanked out of the pool, and she gasped loudly as she was picked up in ridiculously strong arms and carried right across the pool deck in a rush, effortlessly swung around in a bridal-carry like she weighed nothing: which, of course, she really didn't, but still, that indicated some strength.

"Out of the way!" the lifeguard yelled, and Weiss just dizzily blinked, squinted, and sputtered.

"I'm okay!" She stammered, voice halting and weak. "H-hey!"

The lifeguard, in a rush, carried her along, moving very quickly despite the weight in her arms. Weiss was aware of just how strong she really felt, too, and that body felt solid against her. At least, mostly: a rather weighty chest bounced just beside her face, held nice and upright in that elastic red fabric, and she admired the wobbling and jiggling with wide blue eyes.

She was pushed right into a sort of boathouse, or a lifeguard station, or… something that had a rec room and a locker room tucked together rather neatly, and she was set right down on a chair. She sputtered and huffed a little bit, but she had not gotten any water into her lungs - she was mostly fine, just dizzy, and a bit dazed.

"I'm okay," she huffed, "I'm -"

Again, for the second time that day, eyes widened. The woman in front of her was, just like Miranda that morning, drop-dead gorgeous. Definitely an older woman, though not as old - maybe mid-twenties to late twenties. She was far more classically beautiful than Miranda, with high cheekbones, a sharp, angular jawline, healthy skin, and luscious lips. Her eyes were a startling and very inhuman blue, almost glowing in the light, and a beauty mark near her mouth added a bit of spice to her appearance.

Her body was tucked into a nice lifeguard's leotard, and the one-piece suited her body well - long legs, smooth, rolling hips, and a sizeable bust that seemed only barely contained. A beauty for sure, and one that Weiss was all too happy to appreciate. Yet, curves and soft skin were not the things to take her back. Rather, it was the woman herself. She was damned tall, easily over six feet, likely around a six-three, six-four, or some such; and she was big. It did not look like it, but her arms were a touch thickened up, her stomach rather taut, and her thighs fairly stout.

She was built, but did not look like it. Too soft, too curvy, too tall, but everything under that skin was clearly just as much pure muscle as Yang. Visibly so, she was someone that could literally bench press Weiss and snap her in half like a twig. It was pretty intimidating, if she was being honest. She had to crane her neck up just to make eye-contact, and the only thing that somewhat calmed her was the concern etched on her pretty face.

"How are you feeling?" The lifeguard asked, and Weiss just hummed.

"Uh - fine, I'm fine - "

"Shortness of breath? Any water in the lungs?"

The woman leaned over her and felt up her forehead, then drifted down as if to take her pulse. She checked her very thoroughly, and Weiss, blinking, flushed at the proximity of her face.

"I-I'm fine," Weiss stammered a bit awkwardly, confused by the pretty woman and the hit to the head. "I'm just a bit drunk. And, you know, got hit in the head. But I didn't drink any water. So."

"Your speech is halting," the woman noted, to Weiss's confusion. That sharp, angular face flicked around, and a high ponytail of perfectly golden blonde hair whipped out. "And your face is red. Do you have a concussion?"

"N-no, I don't think so -"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

Weiss blinked at the woman and dismissed the two fingers with a shake of her head. "Two. Really, thank you for saving me, miss…?"

"Samus."

That cold, cool demeanour did not melt one bit, and it reminded Weiss of her sister. All the same, she shook her head and smiled. "Samus. I'm fine, thank you. You saved me for sure, but I am totally fine, now."

Samus scrunched up her nose. "Are you sure? I don't want to mess up this job. There are a lot of bounties here to collect; it would pointless to waste free credits."

Weiss blinked very, very slowly. "I don't know what that means."

"So you do have a concussion?"

"What?" Weiss scoffed. "No. I just -"

"But you have trouble understanding things?"

"N-not at all! That just made no logical sense to me, is all."

"Hm." Samus's eyes narrowed. "Are your motor functions working?"

Weiss let out a patient, baffled sigh. The woman was seriously beautiful, but clearly ill-adjusted. "Yes."

"Blood pumping?"

"I'd like to think so…."

Samus looked down, then nodded in affirmation. "It does seem as though your cock is erect, so that means yes. "

Weiss looked down and - oh, yeah, she was hard as a rock. "Yeah… That tends to happen when faced with beautiful women."

Her charming grin was met with a deadpan stare. "Is your brain working?"

"What kind of question is that?!"

"Human biology is decidedly unsturdy."

"What?!"

Samus pursed her lips and stared at her. "I think -"

"Look, I am perfectly fine," Weiss dismissed, now just a little intimidated by the scarily pretty woman. "I'm alright, okay?"

She sat up from the chair and made as if to leave the small room, and tried to walk straight and not like a drunk in the process. Samus, however, kept on staring, and she rather briskly stepped in front of her to stop her from leaving.

"I don't believe you're okay," Samus said slowly, and as much as Weiss wanted to admire that pretty body she mostly just wanted to get out of the room. "But I'm willing to test that."

Weiss sighed warily. "Test it, how?"

"A challenge," Samus said rather tightly. "To check your stamina and capabilities. If you succeed, I'll consider you ok and let you leave. If not, you're going to see the doctor."

"The do -" Weiss let out a frustrated sigh and ran her fingers through her now-wet hair. " Ugh. Fine. Okay. What challenge? Want me to walk in a straight line? Say the alphabet backward? What?"

Samus twitched her nose. "You seem like the… 'chad' type, as you Remnantites call it…"

Weiss blinked. "Hah?"

"So I want you to sexually dominate me," Samus said matter-of-factly, as if that was that. "It seems to be something a primitive human subset should be quite capable of."

Weiss kept on blinking. "Uh…"

"Make me cum, and the challenge will be passed."

"I - " what the fuck? "-You know, I really like the sound of fucking you, but how is that supposed to…"

She trails off as Samus just bent over, dropped down, rolled as if doing a handstand, and flipped herself around - legs hanging down over her face, breasts tucked away in her leotard but still similarly flopping down to her chin, hair askew around her head in a golden halo. Soft, but strong, thighs stared up at Weiss, and a gorgeously rounded ass hung below the crook of her pelvis. She looked like she was in the middle of rolling forward or doing a handstand, her entire weight braced on her shoulders, but Weiss knew better: it was a piledriver position.

"Uh…" Weiss gulped. "Just like that?"

"The clock is ticking," Samus said idly, almost in a sigh. "Your reflexes and mental processing are way too slow…"

"R-right!" Weiss stammered as if she were called upon in class and rushing forward with the realization that she was in a race she had not known already started. She rushed to hurriedly tug down loose board shorts and extracted the thickness of her mostly-hard cock already, and it flopped down into the open air rather shamelessly. Samus saw it, but her face showed no real recognition: she was not impressed.

It was strange, but Weiss had been with too many strange people so far for it to really bother her. Really, if Samus wanted to be sexually dominated and fucked, then Weiss was more than happy to get her dick wet again. She stepped forward excitedly, dick bouncing, before she grabbed it and hefted it up. There was an uncertain moment as she tried to just maneuver herself around, finding the optimal spot to actually fuck the woman.

Samus clicked her tongue. "Problem solving is slow…"

Weiss fidgeted as Samus took it all way too seriously. It was a challenge and a race, a way to test Weiss, and she had to solve the right way to get about it as quickly as possible - so she stepped around her head, mounted her, straddled her from above, and grabbed her ass with one hand. It was nowhere near as squishy as Miranda's, and much more taut: athletic, toned, used to a lot of movement, even if it was nice, round, and bubbly.

Samus did nothing, and Weiss felt a bit like a circus performer meant to put on a show. Rather hastily, she tugged aside the strap of her red bikini to expose a pretty pink slit that already had petals perky and exposed, ready for a fucking. Eagerly, if bemusedly, the teenager tried to navigate the older woman's forward-flopping legs, used her one hand to push on her ass to adjust herself - mindful, however, of the strange position it put Samus's spine in - and sent her dick thumping down against her exposed core.

Mounting her legs and staring down at Samus's face, she almost felt like the blonde was a drill instructor and she had to perform other standards. Her hand slipped around to grab a soft-looking-but-genuinely-muscular thigh, and she then pressed down with her dick to drag the vascular underside against her pussy lips. Aware of just how silly the situation was but finding herself drawing a blank on why it was wrong to fuck a random lifeguard as a challenge to prove she was physically fit, she just did it.

With a soft grunt, she pressed her head against the silken furrow and shoved herself down. Her cockhead popped into the slender length of that hot cunt in an instant, and both she and Samus sighed at the same time. It was not very fast, however, and rather more just a slow, steady-going penetration. Husking with pleasure, her hard girth was guided forward by her hand and slowly fed into the lifeguard who had her weight braced on her neck and shoulders and her legs flopping downward so messily.

Weiss found it a little bit crazy and not at all easy. She had to press her dick down at an awkward angle just to manage penetration, and her dick didn't quite want to bend that way - the muscles ached. Worse, she had to straddle Samus's ass and mount her from the sides, making it hard to even get herself in position. Clumsy and awkward, it was nothing like she had ever done before. The entire week had been, though, and at that point, she really just wanted to try her best to find pleasure.

She groaned as she pressed herself down to the best of her abilities, working her hard dick through that soft, clenching tunnel. She was just as dangerously tight as Miranda had been, but her pussy was less silky, less wet, and far more constrictive. Narrow, squeezing walls pressed in against her almost instantly, and it sent a tingle of pure pleasure through her spine. Gasping, Weiss fought back that strange sensation and fed her shaft down, gently peeling it out around her.

"Very tight," Weiss remarked as she guided her cock into her body, sliding it through her tunnel with a wince and a gasp. It was tight - almost too tight, and it shocked her as much as it pleased her. She dug her teeth into her lower lip as she felt that warmth and squishiness wrap around her shaft, and she groaned in delirious delight at the heady sensation. The rubbery head of her dick ground against a fluttering wall of pink and her girth rubbed against the tunnel in a very physical, very intense way, and she loved it.

Samus just hummed, making it seem as if it wasn't quite enough - or anything of note. Weiss, struggling to meet the challenge that had been set, pushed herself down further, guiding herself through that tight, squeezing snatch and burying herself in rich, wet warmth. The clinging heat washed along her shaft the deeper she went, and she physically had to force herself inside by the inch: stretching out that tunnel slowly, feeding herself in deeper, making it swell with a strange sort of eager reluctance.

She had to force her way inside, and she did so with a low grunt. She pressed down on her thigh, bending the one leg forward, and slipped herself through that tight, clenching hole with a little groan. She sank into her as best as she could, stretching walls out and filling that tunnel with a low, feral groan. It felt kind of crazy to her, but she brushed past that in the face of Samus's soft sigh and piercing blue gaze - and just, very brusquely, shoved herself down.

"Really tight," Weiss groaned, and then bit down on her lower lip. She shuddered and squeezed her thigh, then ground her hips again - rolling, shoving walls out, trying to make that tightness a bit looser. Samus sighed, but she hardly fidgeted; she was stoic.

"Is that an issue?" She asked, sounding barely winded, and Weiss started to seriously wonder what went on with all the older women.

"N-no," Weiss stammered thickly. She rolled her hips again to stir out that tender, tight tunnel squishing walls around, then adjusted her stance. She shifted and shuffled on top of Samus's piledriver-set body, straddling thighs and planting feet down, and, staring down at the curved plane of her busty body, she used her hand and hips to tug herself back. In contrast to the morning, it was far harder to do it: she could not just tear out or pull back, and it was a slow, rough, and awkward extraction that had walls grip far too tightly. "Dust…"

She shifted herself backward, crawling out of her tight, clinging pussy at a rolling, grinding pace; walls shifted around her, pressing against her vascular slab of a cock, but she pressed it all down as she extracted herself. The position made it strange, though, and the movement was shallow at best; she couldn't actually work her entire length in or out. She just moved a handful of inches, shifting her shaft along, and groaned with it.

"Really tight," she groaned, eyes wincing, and pressed down again. She blew a lock out of her hair and thrust several inches down into her pussy, filling out the tightness of her walls around her thick, broad girth, and digging in as deep as she could. It wasn't far enough, not with that level of clamping tightness, but, grunting, Weiss drove herself down as far as she managed on that fierce, rolling thrust and stretched her out just that much more.

"Move those hips," Samus urged, and her voice was cool and demanding - something that Weiss felt like she had to obey. The woman, strange though she was, seemed like a hardboiled killer, and it made the teen tremble into obedience. With a whispered assent she rocked backward, pushing with her legs and rolling with her pelvis, drawing out of that rippling tightness as best as she could and shifting a few inches out of her.

It was a shallow extraction at best, but on her next thrust, she put in double the force. Not enough to actually get in properly deep, but she jabbed into that silken glove of a snatch and fucked through it in that awkward piledriver. Her hand braced her, helping her push down, and fill it out; then she did the same as she tugged back, her hand pulling, her bulbous cocktip grinding against those soft walls, and groaned with pleasure.

She thrust down harder, driving her dick into that sopping tightness with clear and physical effort. She husked as she delved into that hole, and she fucked the lifeguard with a broad, filling stroke. Her hand left her dick in the next moment to grab her legs, and she dug fingers into those firm, lean limbs while rocking her hips and stirring out that pussy around her. She couldn't properly fuck in the position and lacked the experience how to do it, but the rocking gyrations made it just a smidge less tight.

"Like that," Samus urged firmly, and Weiss blew another lock of white out of her eyes. She rolled her hips again, shifting walls out around her, and tugged back in a shallow buck - then, again, thrust down, driving into that silken embrace as best as she could. She started up, then, in awkward repetitions, working her hips backward and forward in dull arcs of motion that lacked the power of the morning but did her best with it.

The position was just strange, and Weiss was frankly too big for it. Her nine-and-something inches of behemoth cockmeat didn't quite fit that tight pussy and, with the position itself, the way she awkwardly straddled and leaned over, she just had trouble moving that much hard cockmeat at a time: she was simply larger than the piledriver allowed for. She realized she should have probably spun around and gone front-to-back with it, using Samus's ass as a handhold to pull her onto her dick, but the straightforward way made it too damn hard. Still, she rocked and thrust, piercing her sodden snatch with fierce little bucks, then tugging back with a bubbling of warmth.

Samus let out low, throaty hums and soft little sighs with each push, but Weiss started to catch on to the way that the blonde groaned happily each time she rolled her hips. Her face would twitch, eyes closing and lips flicking, each time she pushed herself in deeply and rocked her waistline to gyrate and grind her dick inside of her. She did it to stretch her out, but her size and the position together must have meant she was rubbing up against sweet spots - something that Weiss could use to her advantage.

Well, she thought, if she wants to cum…

Weiss thrust into her and smirked, liking the knowledge she had up her sleeve. She thrust into her with short, shallow strokes, fucking her in the piledriver and pressing down on her legs to stretch her body just that much more. She didn't apply nearly enough power to properly fuck her like that, but she was mindful of the way her spine curved and how her weight rested on her upper back; so, she just calmly rocked and thrust, working herself in and out gradually.

Every time she went down, though, she rolled her hips, and she ground out that fluttering tightness around her. She worked her nice and loose with each mindless repetition, and she squished against all that squishy warmth each and every time. She pressed into her walls, stabbed her cockhead in deeply, then retracted right there, letting the head grind across the entirety of her spasming snatch and provide her with numbing pleasure.

" Ah, " Samus moaned, like a woman getting a massage. "Move like that, yes…"

Weiss did. She thrust down harder and firmer insofar as she could in that strange position and rolled her hips more and more, grinding, stirring, and gyrating against those soft, clenching walls. She was less fucking and more grinding against the woman, thrusting just far enough for Samus to really feel it and then using her thick, fat girth to stir up her insides like butter. The wetness built up more and more accordingly, and when she drew back it bubbled messily.

Each downward stroke sawed through her core in the most physical of ways, where her thickness ground against every pink wall and fold in turn; the same on each extraction, which let her vascular underside just roll across that fluttering tightness. She rolled and stirred out walls with each press, and even as Samus got looser, she got wetter, her insides roiling and clenching more hungrily. She was stimulating the woman as if she was nothing more than a living dildo, and it kept her gasping.

"Not bad," Samus sighed, but remained mostly subdued as her eyes rolled. She hummed and groaned and husked as the cock worked in and out of her, showing no strain in that lewd position but taking the pounding well. Really, Weiss was the one working herself ragged, just as she had that morning: doing all the work to pleasure someone else. For sure, it felt amazing, but it wasn't as if Weiss had the stamina with Miranda: she'd worked herself pretty hard, and she had just taken a volleyball to the head. Now, she was working very hard thrust into her, her hips constantly rolling to grind away at her fluttering softness, and it wore at her nerves.

"Dust…"

She hissed and sighed as strain built up in her limbs and kept her shuddering, and she did her best with the strange position - thrusting, rolling, grinding, and mostly just making Samus happy. The problem was that her body was not designed for such awkward motion, and her muscles felt sore very quickly as she rubbed and twerked away within her pussy. It drew out thicker responses from the blonde beauty, and her insides clenched and milked with delightful firmness.

Too much so, in fact. It was like getting a massage from four pairs of hands, and Weiss wasn't sure she could handle it. It was strenuous and groan-inducing, enough so that she panted and groaned more and more. Samus, however, just sighed and indulged in the sensation, clearly liking what was happening to her but not expressing it very vocally. Weiss had to do all the work, and she really pushed herself while doing it.

"Mmmm… Yes," Samus groaned softly, her teeth nipping into her plump lower lip while her breasts bobbed with each stroke downward. "Yes…"

Weiss knew she was doing good, but the strain was just too much. The position was hard for her, and she felt herself reach her peak all too quickly - and she had to fight it back just to get Samus to cum. She had to hold back her own desire to blow her load with each passing moment, with each shallow stroke and grinding rub, fighting it back as best as she could even as balls tightened on the cusp of release, just to fuck Samus into a climax.

The blonde groaned a bit more with each moment, and her pussy tugged harder accordingly. It was blissful and tight for Weiss, a combination that made her want to just cum right then, and she still forced herself to hold it in. She held back and thrust away at her sodden slid, fucking through that rippling, clenching warmth again and again, diving, grinding, and rolling as best as she could each time. It was not easy for her at all, and she struggled with it.

Weiss barely hung on as she fucked Samus to her peak. Minutes of strenuous refusal to release her load shuddered along, and the girl sweat and panted more and more with each slick repetition - but she wanted to win the challenge, and so held out as long as she could. She fucked her well and thoroughly, grinding her fat cock against her spasming walls, and pressed in firmly; walls dipped, bulged, and rubbed in all the right ways to keep the blonde whining, and quickly, it proved just enough.

Thrusting down and rolling her hips, she wasn't at all surprised when Samus did the same. Her bikini just flexed against a set of abs that seemed to practically tense themselves into existence, and despite the contortion of her torso, she rocked against Weiss; something that drove the teen wild and made the blonde groan. She started to grind against her, almost twerking her hips, and it took everything the Heiress had to hold on - she was, at that moment, being used by the lifeguard to get off.

" H-hah, " Samus groaned, eyes fluttering and head tilting backward. "Damn - right there -"

When she came, she did so with a rippling intensity that nearly threw Weiss over the edge. She gasped loudly as the blonde beauty shuddered in a controlled but palpable orgasm, and within moments, those inner walls were all flexing and milking her rod with a virility that shocked the teenager. Tight, rhythmic contractions milked her, drawing on her thickness like a glove, and massaged so firmly that her brain almost melted - and from there, self-control became nonexistent.

Moaning happily and mostly drunkenly, Weiss idly thrust into that spasming snatch and blew her load. With no more to it than that, the teenager filled the woman's writhing, orgasmic snatch with the heat of her release, pumping out strings of cum in the time it took to blink and slamming her absolutely full with baby-batter in a matter of moments. It took no longer than that, really, and those milking walls got what they had been begging for: a hot, steamy load of seed that clogged her up to the fullest and left her gasping.

Samus came around her dick and subtly groaned the entire time, very visibly if calmly enjoying the pleasure rolling through her right then. Weiss did the same, but it was with more visible strain: the blonde was simply too tight for her to handle, and her dick felt raw and unsteady even as it spat out rope after rope of hot, sticky cum into her cunt, slamming her full of seed and letting the force of gravity carry it into her unfucked depths.

"S-shit…" Weiss groaned, her small body trembling as she unloaded herself. Baby-batter swirled through Samus at an incredible rate, but it was a side-note. She just shuddered, groaned, and let herself go, waiting until the trembling stopped and her balls once more emptied out her dick in the pussy of another stranger.

And as quick as that, she tugged back with a wet, slick slurp, causing cum to spray out briefly and rush down Samus's red lifeguard bikini. Just as quickly, though, and with far more control, Samus flipped around, rolled properly onto her back, and kicked herself up as if doing some sort of a martial arts move. She landed on her feet and pushed herself up to her full, impressive sight, adjusted her bikini around her snatch and her tits, tidied up her hair, and fixed herself up just like that.

"You failed," Samus told her flatly, staring into her panting face without leniency. "You're coming with me to the doctor so she can check you out."

"W-what?" Weiss gaped at her, but still panted from the strain. "But - but I made you cum!"

"Barely," Samus said. "I've had better fucks from prisoners, let alone people with a dick the size of that. Dark Samus is better than you. People from this planet lack stamina." She shook her head. "You're panting, flushed, dizzy, unsteady, and you blew your load in only five minutes. Clearly, you're unwell."

Weiss just gaped at her. "Are you kidding me?!"

"No. I'm not paid to make jokes."

Weiss just kept on staring.

"A spare key and my phone number," Samus had told her once she dropped her off at the hotel clinic: a fairly nice, but totally standard, small-scale medical practice. "I'd very much like to fuck this big dick when you're at your physical peak, so get checked out, recover, take it easy, and call me to fuck,"

And Weiss was left there, grumbling, stunned, shocked, and totally annoyed that she had to be at a doctor's office. As nice as it was to get Samus's number and a room key, and even nicer to imagine fucking her out of that swimsuit and when she had more strength to do it, she didn't want to be at a doctor's office at all. She did not want to be in a waiting room, waiting. She wanted to be out there partying, having fun, and chilling.

Then, she saw the doctor herself, and she was pretty much dissuaded of that fact on instinct. The woman introduced herself as one Angela Ziegler, someone with an accent that was both familiar and yet unplaceable, and also so damned beautiful it got Weiss in a twist. First, she had the perfection that was Miranda at her door, then, she had a drop-dead beauty in the form of Samus; now, she had angelic perfection in the form of the hotel doctor asking her to sit down and do a physical.

She really could only say yes. With pale blonde hair set in spiky, side-swept waves and a brilliant ponytail along with pretty blue eyes and an angular face, she looked positively radiant. Older than Samus and maybe Miranda both, she had a mature but ageless quality to her face that was instantly attracted to the eyes. The fine angles but strong lines to her jaw evoked thoughts of Atlas high society, and Weiss found herself intrigued by that maddeningly familiar beauty.

Of course, her body was gorgeous too, and something she happily admired as well. Her curves seemed more modest in the chest region than both Samus and Miranda, but her waist was more narrow than Miranda's and her hips wider than Samus', combining the best of both worlds before softening into plump, gorgeous thighs. She was mouth-watering in that tight pencil skirt and professional medical blouse, and Weiss drank it up.

She didn't have any problem letting Angela do a physical on her at all. She was just happy to have that stethoscope pressed against her chest because it seemed that the doctor did not have much of a care toward modesty: the top buttons of her blouse were undone, leaving a vision of cleavage and the hints of lacy red lingerie perfectly visible. She stared down at her bouncing tits as she was examined, and ogled those curves like only a horny teenager could offer.

When Mercy asked her to strip down naked to perform a more thorough physical, she didn't even question it. Sure, it was terrifying and embarrassing, but she'd done so much worse over the last four days it didn't really bother her as much as it should have. She was just happy to have those womanly hands run over her body, watching that snap of the gloves around her wrist with fascination before enjoying the touch against her modest curves.

Angela had hummed the entire time, not really speaking and just offering little tiny notations: This is good , or, most optimal , or, very good , all along with general requests for her to move in certain ways, breathe in certain patterns, or adjust however she wanted. There were probably more awkward things Weiss could be doing, really, and the blonde was a doctor, so she supposed it was all okay. The conversation between them was alright – she tried to flirt and talk, but Angela remained cool and smiling the entire time.

"Where are you from?" She'd asked.

"Switzerland."

Weiss didn't know what that was.

"Do you, uh, practice medicine here all year round, or do you work at a hospital somewhere?"

"I did work at a hospital, but Overwatch gave me some time off; so, here I am, helping all these wonderfully virile young teenagers stay healthy!"

None of which made sense to Weiss since she did not, of course, have any idea where that place was or what an Overwatch could be, and so just sort of nodded along and let the talk turn to more idle things: places, people, things to do, things to see, dates, girlfriends, and other teenage things. Nothing, she noticed, about Angela herself, but that was okay – she didn't pry.

She did find it a little bit weird, though, when Angela began to pour oil right on her dick, smothering the mostly-soft organ in luxurious liquid and using her gloved hands to pull it up. She found it even more weird when Mercy began to tug on it with her hands, circling the wrist-thick slab with her tender fingers and effortlessly pulling upon it. Right there, with Weiss fidgeting on the medical bed, her cock was pumped in the doctor's smooth hands, drawn up and down with the help of oil such that she shuddered in pleasure.

"D-Doctor Zeigler," Weiss protested in a groan-induced stammer, "I-Is this quite normal for a physical?"

"Call me Mercy, dear," the doctor hummed smoothly. Both hands pulled on her fat cock, drawing the semi-hard shaft up and down between her palms. Fingers wrapped and applied the absolute perfect amount of tightness, and the way they fluttered and squeezed filled her with pleasure. "All the young studs do!"

"...Right," Weiss said with a soft groan. She bit her lip as Mercy stroked at her cock, making it fill out with blood - engorging more and more by the moment, rising up and thickening rather quickly. Her hands pulled at the oiled-up dick, making it easy for her hands to stroke, pull, and tug with fingers held firmly. She tugged at the steadily swelling shaft with clenching hands, and her gloves just glided across her shaft. "A-ah - but, really, is this standard for a physical?"

Mercy, such as she wanted to be known, offered her an impish grin. "Personally speaking, or professionally speaking?"

"I-Is there a difference?" She said thickly, trying not to groan as Mercy stroked her dick - quite literally giving it a handjob, using the oil as nothing more than lube and making it squelch with each tug, drag, and pull. Her fingers squeezed and pulled upon it hand over hand, fingers held tight, and Weiss felt her pleasure rise in time with her thickening shaft.

"Yes," Mercy chirped innocently. "Professionally, this is not a standard practice at all - this is a handjob. Personally speaking, I absolutely love making sure all you hung teens are fit, healthy, and in a perfect condition to have all the fun you can during spring break."

She licked her lips as she stared at Weiss from behind her professional-looking glasses, all while tugging and pulling on her dick. In moments, Weiss's oiled-up shaft was fully hard and stiff, and there must have been some sort of aphrodisiac effect in that lube because she felt harder than ever. She groaned with each tug and twist, loving how it was so slick and easy for Mercy's hands to pull, and even more adoring just how good she was with them.

"No point in letting all this virility go to waste," Mercy said with a bit of a laugh. "So I like to test each dick thoroughly. "

She tugged hard and fast, and Weiss kept on squirming. She tried not to, but holding back proved very difficult. She huffed softly between her teeth and fidgeted as she was given a handjob, and it took all her self-control not to melt into a groaning mess as she was stroked off by her doctor. It was hot, lurid, sexy, seductive, and left her so deliciously hard that she wanted more.

"Make sure they can get fully erect…"

Her hands slipped up to the tip with a squelch.

"...Make sure they can last through a good, oily handjob…"

She twisted her hands around Weiss's dick, rotating white cockmeat around in her gloved palms while oil bubbled lewdly. The teen, again, tried not to whine.

"...See if they can handle it without blowing their thick load…"

Weiss bit her teeth, closed her eyes, and tried not to groan yet again as her head was teased and her balls were fondled.

"...And for those that do, I like to give a more thorough examination."

Weiss gasped softly. "Thorough?"

Mercy, still pumping her dick and stroking the engorged nine-and-something inches in her hands, grinned. "How long do you think you can last during anal?"

Weiss sighed dreamily. "I'm perfectly willing to find out right now, doctor."

"Perfect," Mercy said with a grin.

Mercy let go of the cock and stood up with seductive slowness. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from her chest, wasting no time in freeing herself of the white cloth. Two large, soft-looking breasts were immediately laid bare: heavy, plump, pearly-white, wrapped up in red lace that wasn't meant for support and only meant to tease. It was lingerie worthy of a romantic sex night, and it made the doctor look like a beautiful older slut ready for action.

With her dick throbbing, Weiss stared at those soft tits as the woman began to pull on her pencil skirt. She shimmied it down her wide hips with an exaggerated sway, then dropped it down and stepped out of it. Beneath, she had on nothing but a skimpy red thong that was seriously beyond being appropriate: it barely covered her, and it was designed strictly to tease, entice, and seduce. That was, in essence, exactly what the teenager felt right then, and though she'd fucked Samus barely twenty minutes ago, she was ready for more.

"Lay flat on the table," Mercy purred in a sinfully sweet voice, and Weiss hastily complied. She shifted around, laid out, and set her head back against the tiny pillow at the end. Her dick throbbed the entire time, standing tall, proud, and erect, and her eyes were just glued to the sight of the absolute bombshell blonde woman rising up on those little steps and slip up onto the table beside her.

Mercy smiled down at her as she swung her hips around, and Weiss lovingly watched her tits bounce in that skimpy, unsupportive bra. It wasn't meant to steady but only to accentuate, and her breasts jiggled the entire time she moved - and she moved a lot as she brought her thighs around the teen's waist, settling on top of her, and then adjusted herself so that her knees brushed along the paper beneath her.

"Let's see just how healthy this dick is," the doctor hummed, still smirking down at her. She crawled forward, bringing that wide, sexy waist up, and set herself against the hard cock. With one hand she pulled her glasses off, folded them against her chest in a way that made her titflesh bend, and then calmly set them off to the side. At the same time, she pulled her thong off to the right to snag it against plump pussy lips and expose herself.

Weiss's hands reached forward to cup those thick thighs and squeezed. "I imagine you'll be impressed."

"Fifteen people have told me that just this week," Mercy giggled softly, teeth flashed in a brilliant grin. "Only four managed to… so let's see, shall we?"

She watched Weiss carefully as she grabbed her dick and brought it backward, while, at the same time, rolled her hips back. She leaned her spine away from Weiss as she mounted her cowgirl-style, settling in for a smooth riding session that required her to buck her pelvis forward. The fat cock was pressed backward against her wet pussy lips, but moved further there; she slipped it back, past the soft, squishy curves of her ass and toward that rearmost hole.

Mercy took her time with it, and gently, slowly pressed backward. Her ass pressed against that fat cock, and her hand kept it firmly pushed into place. Her hips rolled, adjusting the angle of penetration, and she did it all with a happy, content smile. Her pretty blue eyes focused intently the entire time, and with visible satisfaction, she slowly pressed her rear hole against the tightness of her asshole; steady, firm, unyielding pressure, showing her intent to get it inside as quickly as possible.

The blonde woman rolled her neck briefly, and her magnificent hair bobbed. Her shoulders rolled as she leaned backward just a bit, and it sent her breasts bouncing up high on her chest in the most delightful of ways possible. Weiss stared at it all with pleasure, and her hands stroked thick thighs to keep that pleasure going - but, soon, it became much more physical as the head of her dick pressed against that hot hole.

"Let's get this inside, shall we?" Mercy quipped, and her weight dropped just that much more. She did not slam it inside, but she very firmly pressed herself down firmly and jammed that thick head into the tightness of her ass as smoothly and efficiently as she could. That hot, rubbery head punched through the entryway with all the ease of a woman that had done such things many times before, and with a groan, Weiss felt that tightness wrap around her.

Similar to Samus's snatch, her ass was tight - very tight. Enough to make her instantly groan and buck her hips, hungry for more pressure. Mercy, however, just smirked, licked her lips, and said, "not so fast, cowgirl. Settle down and don't fidget for the doctor, yes?"

Weiss stilled herself and breathed deeply as the older woman took control from her with just a few simple words and pressed down on her dick at the same time, all too lewdly sinking down on that thick pole of a shaft. Her asshole bent around the hardness of her dick, and her bulbous cocktip pressed through the entryway and dug into the tunnel beyond. It was a slow, rolling pace, one that had the flesh grinding against her hard slab of cockmeat, and the pleasure was both immediate and groan-inducing.

"Oh…" She breathed, tongue flicking out to trace her lips. "That's very nice…"

"I know," Mercy hummed contentedly. "But we've yet to see how this feels.."

One hand kept the cock braced as she went down, but the other rose up to grasp her own fat titty and begin to knead. She played with herself as she dropped down, pressing her asshole against that thick, throbbing shaft of cockmeat, pressing it into her rear hole and filled out the narrow tightness of it. The broad, thick girth drive up into her tight, warm tunnel, slowly, gradually stretching it out, and all that Weiss knew was the intense pleasure of a good, snug ass around her.

Mercy dropped down at a slow, gradual pace, sliding down upon it by the inch, filling herself up with Weiss's rock-hard girth. It should have been more difficult than it was, but those broad swells of her hips just descended at an easygoing pace and let her ass gobble up inch after inch of rock-hard cockmeat at a time. The oil lubrication, well applied and well thought out, made it easy. It simply squelched, bubbled, and let it all slip into her at a slow, slurping pace of pleasure.

Her weight dropped at her own whim and desire, but Weiss was okay with that. She just groaned and played with those soft thighs as she watched broad, sexy hips descend, and then flicked up to admire the red lace lingerie that hugged gently bobbing presets. She groaned as a hot hole wrapped snugly around her cock, and as the pleasure rolled through her, she admired the third bombshell she had on her dick that day - something so surreal that others could only dream of it.

She dropped all the way down soon enough, and with Weiss sitting back and enjoying herself, she let Mercy do all the work. It didn't take long at all, and her ass gobbled up inch after inch after white-fleshed inch until all of it was buried in her asshole - and then she was moaning to herself, bucking her hips to draw the dick deeper into her hole, with her palm digging into her red-covered titflesh.

"It is a good cock," Mercy noted in an almost clinical, dispassionate voice, and that only made it hotter. "Now, let's see just how useful it is…"

Her hips rose rather quickly, and Weiss felt her thighs flex against her hands. Grinning and groaning softly, she squished her legs and enjoyed the sight of Mercy rising up along her fat, throbbing dick. That tight hole dragged off the thickness of her hard shaft, and pink flesh all rippled around her. The pleasure surged through the teen's body fast and quick and sent her dick throbbing happily, and it sent her humming. The clamping embrace of her ass felt great, and all the Heiress wanted was more.

Her hips rose up, extracting cockmeat out of her tight, squeezing asshole, and the teenager moaned. Mercy remained far more composed, and she hummed with clear satisfaction as she rose up high. Her hips rolled, her smooth pelvis sliding forward, and she stretched out her tight hole around her. It wasn't a standard cowgirl where the woman leaned forward and remained upright, but rather leaned back, showing off the leanness of her stomach and the fleshy swells of her gently bobbing tits.

"Nice and hard," Mercy admired, lips flicking upward. She squeezed her one tit with her hand, then let the one that had been bracing Weiss's dick fall backward and plant itself behind her - somewhere to just brace her up and steady herself. "Very admirable."

She rolled her hips, dragging herself along that fat, throbbing cock, and smirked. Weiss groaned softly as she petted her thighs, then husked out silently as she watched the sexy doctor drop herself right down again - burying herself on that hardness at a smooth, rolling pace, pushing it up into her asshole and driving into her tunnel rather firmly. She smoothly buried it inside of her and moaned around it, clearly enjoying herself in a way that no doctor really should.

"This is really hot," Weiss said, just announcing herself to express the amazing sight she was enjoying. She licked her lips and squeezed again before moving just one hand up along her wide hip, and again, she smirked. "You're so hot."

"I'm just your friendly doctor," Mercy chirped, still smiling rather calmly and kindly. She made it seem casual even as she rolled her hips down and dropped her pelvis to thrust the cock up into the tightness of her squeezing asshole. She buried inches of rock-hard dick into her ass, and she did so with a happy little groan. The fat swell of her ass delved down to nearly press against her pelvis, and she did so in short order. "Nothing more."

Weiss chuckled in raw enjoyment. She felt up her hips as her dick was buried in up to the hilt once more, with all that plentiful oil smothering her girth making it easy for the woman to move. Mercy made it seem like the easiest thing in the world, in all honesty, and she moved with the utmost experience - no stranger to sex, to anal, or to taking sexual advantage of her hung patients. Weiss, either, did not mind it, and she quite happily enjoyed the sensation of it pressing down around her.

"And this doctor," Mercy continued, "thinks that this is a perfectly good cock."

Her hips rocked up, pulling herself up all nine throbbing inches of cockmeat at a speedy, oil-bubbling pace. She dragged herself up, bringing that soft, plump ass up into the air, and flexed her stomach to do it. Her body leaned back a bit more, making breasts jiggle and slope down against her ribcage; her pelvis ground away against that hard cock, jamming it all up into her inner walls until they stretched out, and groaned with satisfaction. Tugging up even harder, she pulled up, then, quickly, pushed forward, jamming it all right back up into her hot rear hole.

"Perfectly suited for sex," Mercy continued apace. "Good girth, great size, nice amount of heft…"

Mercy dropped down again and moved with incredible grace and skill - not quite finesse, but just enough strength to jam the shaft into her at a gliding pace. She groaned with pleasure and squeezed her tit again, mauling breastflesh around in her hand, and pressed down on the dick. Weiss groaned, cupped her hip, squeezed her skin, and shuddered in raw, heady satisfaction. She licked her lips and sighed as the doctor continued to ride her there on the examination table, making it seem like the easiest thing in the entire world.

"...Very good for pleasuring women," the doctor groaned out. Smirking down at her, she dragged herself up and nearly off that fat, throbbing girth, hard and fast enough to make Weiss moan, before, again, reversing course and dropping down - then again, then again, riding it at a nice, tight, grinding pace. "I approve."

"I agree," Weiss laughed, but her words weren't really being listened to: Mercy just rode her. She dropped down, driving her cock up into her ass, then rolled up and dragged it out with a smooth, oil-bubbling roll. She moved back and forth with vigour, her creamy, MILF-curved body flexing and bouncing, curves all jiggling with effort. Her lingerie only made her look even more sexy, and it all snapped and wobbled in lurid ways.

"The only thing left to really test," Mercy husked, "Is just how thick your cum is…"

She dropped down hard and fast, really riding her then - using her muscles and stamina to let herself feel Weiss's dick to the fullest with each movement. Sharp rises, sharp drops, flexes and rocks and downward drops that made both of them sigh and moan. The teenager was distinctly aware that, in the moment, she was totally vulnerable, mostly there to serve as another usable dildo, and that was it. She also thought it was damned sexy, and she didn't care.

"And how good it feels," Mercy concluded with a groan.

Mercy dropped down more and more, riding her quickly and smoothly. She threw herself down, sheathing the throbbing cockmeat into her ass each and every time, and Weiss just kept groaning as she watched that bombshell body bounce. She wondered, idly, just how many people the lewd doctor had fucked under such silly pretenses, or if Samus knew she had dragged her here for a mock check-up and a fuck session; she really did not care, though. It was hot to think about Angela using the hotel as her personal stud service, and she just let it be.

There wasn't much longer for Weiss to go, though. Her dick was already throbbing, her climax rising, and Mercy rode her mercilessly in those last few minutes on the table. Paper crinkled, flesh bounced, her hair bobbed, and blue eyes stared. The doctor's hand reached back further, cupping her balls, and squeezed - enough to really tip the white-haired girl over the edge and make her hips buck. Her fingers squeezed as her breath moaned out of her lips, and she jerked up to fuck her dick through her asshole in a brief, brusque anal fuck-session to accentuate her pleasure before that final peak.

"You're throbbing," Mercy announced, enunciating every single word while bringing her hips down hard and fast. Weiss, at the same time, matched it, adding a bit of strength of her own, and moaned through all that heady pleasure. She pumped up to drill her fat, throbbing dick through her, but she was already at the end - things came crashing down in the next moment, and she was all too ready to meet it. "You're close, good - !"

Mercy thumped down hard, and that was that - no more to do, no more left to give. The doctor knew it just from the throbbing alone, and so she did not have to waste any more of her calculated time than was absolutely necessary. She just dropped, her surprisingly meaty ass thumping hard, and then Weiss was buried in that tight, rough hole to the base. Groaning, she clenched down on hips and thighs both, then jerked her hips for the last time.

Hot strings of cum launched from the tip of her cock in seconds to warm that tight asshole with that creamy load, spattering the tight walls with white and coating it all in moments. It really did not take any time at all for her to do it, and she rather eagerly indulged in her release and blew her load into another tight howl with the same ease that she had done everything else that day - that break, really. She just jerked her hips, pressed into her, and sent thick loads of seed right into her ass.

" Ah ," Mercy moaned, and her hips rocked. There was nothing more than that: the doctor rocked on top of her, grinding her stiff dick inside of that tight rear hole, and filled herself up with cum. She squeezed her tit and fondled Weiss's balls as the teen shot out her load, pushing ropes and strings and gushes of seed through that tunnel. She pumped out just another load of semen right out from her balls to bathe that channel in raw heat, and she did it all shamelessly.

Mercy hummed again. "Hmmm… Now that is a very good load of cum…"

Her hips rocked a bit more, grinding her thick, fat cock inside of her, and Weiss groaned in pleasure. She stared at the sexy bombshell of a doctor on top of her in awe, taking in those tight, exercise-trained curves and plush, white flesh with wide eyes. She was just so hot, and the teenager was starting to seriously realize just how beautiful older women were.

And it only took sex to understand that.

"...Thick, hot, dense, virile…" Mercy flicked her lips up. "...Very good! It's so good, in fact, I recommend that you always pull out during sex; you just never know what a load of cum as good as this might do…"

Weiss stuttered out a husky laugh. "Thank you for your medical opinion, doctor."

Mercy winked. "I'm here to please." Hips rocked again, and Weiss sighed softly. "...But there are still a few more tests to run before I can clear you, however. Do you understand?"

Weiss sighed dramatically. "If the doctor insists, I guess I just have to go with it."

Mercy licked her lips. "Wonderful! Then, first, let's see how well you can eat out pussy, yes?"

It wasn't long before Ereshkigal found her. She hadn't been out of the doctor's office for more than half an hour at best before the blonde reached her, frantically finding her as she leaned against a coconut bar and sipped on something vaguely less alcoholic and far more fruity, on Mercy's orders. Really, she was more surprised than anything; she hadn't expected much when the girl texted her scroll, and she had just idly replied her location at the doctor's office without much of a care.

Now, she had a whining Ereshkigal hanging over her. "Are you okay?!?"

"F-fine, Eresh," Weiss replied, struggling to push away the clinging blonde babe. For sure, she was pleased, but she was in public and didn't need to be coddled or nuzzled or have someone crying over her like a dead person. "S-seriously, it was a tiny knock to the head. I was too drunk, or something."

Eresh pouted at her. "Weiss…"

Weiss shuffled away from the counter of the bar and put her drink down. She rubbed her face, then idly brushed at her ponytail. "It's fine, don't, uh, worry about it. I'm just happy you're here, Eresh."

Eresh beamed at her. "Awww, you're so nice. "

Weiss could count on one hand the amount of times someone said that to her, and she was pretty sure they all came from Ruby. "Say, where's your sister? I haven't seen her in a while, I don't think."

"Ishtar? She's, uh, partying." Eresh shrugged. "Something about gems and jewels and worship, I dunno. The usual."

Weiss parsed that. "That's the usual?"

"No," Eresh explained. "Usually, it's much worse - but that's, like, the baseline, so."

The white-haired girl nodded slowly. "Right. Well, uh, whatever you say."

Eresh nibbled on her lip as she settled in beside Weiss. "So… You're okay?

"I already said I am," Weiss chuckled gently. Then, idly, more as an afterthought than anything else, she reached out and wrapped an arm around Eresh's shoulders. "Here, I'll even prove it to you."

The small, cute blonde blinked at her. "How?"

"I think I promised you a date, right?" Weiss's lips flicked up into a grin. "Wanna get to that?"

Eresh beamed. "Yes!"

And, sure, Weiss didn't actually know what to do around a hotel for a date, and she was honestly pretty damned terrible with dates in general, given her total lack of knowledge and lack of casual social decorum. Thankfully, it wasn't too big of an issue with a girl that seemed to just throw herself at her and happily hum along to the tune of whatever she wanted.

Drinks at the bar, a nice late lunch at a cafe, a few chill hours at the beach, some more drinking of a less heavy sort, a walk up and down the boardwalk, icecream, talking, hand-in-hand walking, and other cute little things - at least, so she thought. Really, it didn't quite matter, so long as they were together and Weiss was doing a good enough job. Eresh clung to her most of the way, and her arm found itself easily nestling across her lower back the longer the day went on; and, more than that, finding itself resting on her ass, almost guiding her forward.

Eresh was fine with that, too. She went along with it all and, as things went toward the evening hours of the day, Weiss brought her to a more secluded area she'd found on the first day: one of those large, flat little kind of hilltops that overlooked a view of the beach and the grassy knolls leading to the hotel, replete with binoculars on stands and telescopes meant for getting a better view. Surrounded by large, lush trees and leading off to a little hilly park-like area, it was the cutest place she knew.

And honestly, Weiss enjoyed bringing Eresh there - she didn't even feel bad about missing out on an afternoon of pussy. Sure, three hours without sex was a bit tough, but she had a night ahead of her.

"This was beautiful," Eresh sighed just a bit later, and Weiss, humming, slid her arm securely around her. She gently palmed her ass, just feeling it, and relished the way that the cute blonde didn't actually protest that touch. "This was a really nice date, Weiss."

"Yes, it was," she agreed, head nodding crisply. It was nice, even though it was plenty strange. Sudden, brusque, awkward, perhaps, but a cute date nonetheless.

"Ah…" Eresh sighed. She slowly leaned into Weiss and rested her head on her shoulder. "I don't get sights like these in Khur… I wish for more days like this…"

Weiss let out a hum. It was really nice, and she did like it. It was strange for her. On the one hand, she knew it was temporary and wrong, while on the other, it went with an almost guilty sort of indulgence. "Well… I wouldn't be opposed to doing more stuff like this."

"Really?" Eresh twisted around to look at her. "We can keep going on dates after spring break is over?!"

Weiss blinked twice. She knew she hadn't said that specifically, but the implication was most assuredly there. She knew it was a guilty thing to even consider, given that she had a girlfriend. She also knew that it was extremely likely she would never see Eresh again, though, so justifying a lie was easier than she expected.

"Sure," she said without much conviction. "Even after spring break."

"Does that mean - does that mean you're really willing to be my Master?!" Eresh asked excitedly, her red eyes beaming, her face flushed with clear embarrassment. She was shy to be saying the words, Weiss understood that, but the words were all that weighed on her mind.

Second time she and her sister have said that word, she thought. Is master some kind of strange sex kink? Bds -whatever it is? Blake would probably know, she's into that…

Weird sex kinks or not, Weiss just shrugged in confusion. "Uh… yes? Whatever that I-"

"Oh, gosh, I am so happy to hear that, Eresh gushed, and her face went truly red. "Oh, we gotta seal the contract as soon as possible but -"

Weiss frowned. "The… what…?"

"-We can't use a ritual because like you've got like no magic circuits but- Oh there's no priest nearby to - hmmmm what do I need do I have enough QP ahhhg no one has enough QP for rank ten in all skills-"

Weiss blinked some more. "What?"

She actually had no idea what Eresh was saying at all, so she, instead, pulled her in against her to cut off her tirade of gibberish. Just as with Ruby, she was straightforward, direct, and wrapped her arms around the blond while smiling down at her. Hands reached around to more fully cup her ass, and, without shame, she began to play with that perfectly plump, heart-shaped curve.

"Hey, don't think about it too much," she said softly, hands digging into her tights and kneading that soft, fluffy ass. "Just enjoy the moment. We can, ah, consummate it right here…"

She thought purely with her dick when she said it, but Eresh did not. Instead, she brightened up, waved her hand, and, suddenly, a strange sort of distortion appeared above it. It was like a black hole swirling in on itself, and, blinking in still more confusion, Weiss palmed her plump ass and stared at the strangeness.

"Uh," she offered poignantly.

The distortion gave way to gold, and then, before she knew it, there was a strange cult-like object in Eresh's hand. About the size of a glass soda bottle, perhaps, it resembled something like a chalice, an old-style grail one might drink wine out of; only, it was rich, ostentatious, and rather menacing.

"There!" Eresh cheered. "We've got so many outside this singularity it shouldn't matter, so!"

"I…" Weiss faltered even as her hands casually kneaded a plump ass. "What I-"

"Ereshkigal!" A loud, menacing voice called out, and Weiss just blinked. Eresh, though, practically shuddered in mortal fear, her red eyes wide and her entire body locking up in Weiss's arms. The cup disappeared in a heartbeat as sweat rolled down the blondie's face, and the teen could practically smell her anxiety.

"Oh no," Eresh whispered. "Hide."

Weiss frowned. "Beg your pardon?"

"We're gonna die."

"I quite doub-"

Ah, Weiss realized in the next moment. Someone is running at us. That seems moderately bad.

Of course, Weiss didn't stop staring right after that. There was, she always had known, something important to do with dignity and appropriate manner of dress - a person that was flat as a board likely wouldn't wear a dress loose around the top, nor if they were terribly flat in the back, accentuate it; if she was speaking purely personally, they were choice she would make for herself.

So it was the same, she reckoned, when a person had tits in the F-cup range, a set of hips perfectly designed to carry quintuplets, or thighs so thick they could crush watermelons, that they shouldn't be wearing a G-string that dug into plump flesh nor a bikini top composed of small rectangular cloth meant to hold tits in of an A-cup size at best. That was exactly what ran at them at top speed, and it was a display of wobbling, jiggling, bouncing tittyflesh, flexing hips, and pumping legs.

"Eresh!" The woman yelled, and Weiss flinched at that dauntingly pretty face rushing up to them. She stepped barely a handful of feet away, and Eresh remained tight the entire time. "So this is where you are! I knew it!"

"I - I - !" Eresh squeaked, face red. "R-Raikou!"

"You!" The woman clicked her tongue. "You've been a disgrace, Ereshkigal! Absolutely lewd !"

"R-Raikou, I don't - I'm not - !"

Weiss stared at the woman. She was tall to a daunting degree, much like Samus; her face was round and sharp in appearance, almost familiar in the roundness of cheeks and the almond shape of her eyes, but distinctly severe. Her long black hair ran down to her waist, framing her like a wave of darkness. She was a very beautiful, very mature older woman, maybe the oldest of the day - and extremely dangerous looking.

Hot, though - very hot. She was an absolute bombshell, in Weiss's eyes. Her hips were massively wide, filled out into two soft breeder's curves, and matched by a narrow, waspish waistline. Her thighs were thick and plump to a lewd degree, while her tits were absolutely massive: big, fat mounds of flesh designed for carrying loads of milk. The micro bikini she wore was utterly insubstantial to carry those curves, and all of it practically bounced out with each step she made.

"Hello," Weiss started, trying to be charming and diffuse the situation. At the same time she just ogled the woman - Raikou, she assumed - and fondled Eresh's ass, squeezing, bending, and squishing that plump mound with the same casual dispassionate that she had shown so far.

Then, the woman looked at her, glared, and she fell silent.

"And now I've found you, " the woman said rather bitterly, very much like an angry mother. " You're the one responsible for causing so many Servants to act so lewdly!"

"I…" Weiss flapped her lips as she struggled to process the weird words. "If you mean having sex with Ishtar and Eresh, yes -"

"Absolutely disgraceful!" Raikou hissed, and Weiss flinched back. The tall, busty MILF was pissed, and it kind of scared her. "Look at you, acting so shameless in public!"

Weiss stopped fondling Eresh's ass.

"You will stop this disgusting behaviour at once!" Raikou demanded bitterly. "Stop all this right now or face harsh consequences."

"Ah," Weiss said, nodding her head at the stranger's absolutely insane and not at all appropriate demand. "No."

"N -" Raikou flinched as if caught off guard. "What do you mean, no?! This isn't an option!"

Weiss flicked an eyebrow up at the big, busty MILF. "Yeah, sorry, but I do not know who you are and I am not inclined to listen to demands of a stranger."

Eresh squeaked.

"How dare - " The woman cut herself off and almost snarled, but it was controlled even in that fierceness. "I demand an answer as to why!"

"I just -"

"That wasn't an answer, that was you being petulant."

Weiss cocked her head and sighed. She resumed casually groping Eresh's ass before Raikou's stunned gaze and just shrugged. "I really just love sleeping with Eresh and - well, and the others. I don't need more of a reason than that."

Eresh flushed, but it was hard to tell if it was from arousal, appreciation, or pure fear.

The older woman glowered. "I see. Then, you are beyond redemption."

Weiss shrugged casually. "If you think so."

"There's only one thing to do with people like you," Raikou said levelly. Then, without so much as a conscious indication, her hand just drew a sword out of the air - somehow. Weiss didn't know how, but all she knew was that one moment it was not there and the next she had one of those thick-set, curved-edged Mistralian katana in her hand. "Kill you and take Eresh back."

Weiss blinked twice. "I feel like that's a bit too far."

"R-Raikou!" Eresh protested, but the older woman tutted dismissively.

"This is for your own good," she said.

The white-haired girl looked between them. "I - look, who even are you to point a weapon at me? Surely, you're not serious -"

"-She's serious," Eresh murmured.

"I am her mother, " Raikou hissed.

No fucking way, Weiss thought, and outwardly gasped. "Wha -"

"She's not!" Ereshkigal sputtered quickly. "She's not! She's like one, but she's not!"

"T-that doesn't make it any better!"

"I - !"

Raikou huffed. "I challenge you to a duel, Weiss!"

How does she know my name? Weiss thought, but outwardly just shook her head and sighed. She quickly urged Eresh aside and put a hand on her hip, feeling tired, aroused, annoyed, and mostly, peeved. Raikou had no right to disturb her like that or say such strange things, much less make the blonde shy and scared.

"Fine," Weiss spat.

"No!" Eresh squeaked.

"I don't have a weapon, but I accept," Weiss said levelly.

Eresh whined. "Weiss, this is not good. "

"Take this, then," Raikou said dismissively, and before Weiss knew it a sword was tossed at her feet. It was the same as Raikou's, and even if Weiss had little knowledge of how to use a sword of that make she hefted it up all the same. She carried it, hefted it, tested its weight, and adjusted it in her palm before cocking her chin up.

"Fine," Weiss said smugly. "Then, we'll duel. I win, you leave us alone."

Raikou's eyes narrowed. "Fine."

"Weiss," Eresh protested, "this is really not good. She's really, really dangerous -"

"Don't worry, babe," Weiss said with a grin, "I'm a huntress in training. I deal with dangerous. "

Eresh nodded her head and sighed. "You're gonna die."

Weiss just smirked. She was confident in her abilities despite the lack of her rapier and her dust vials. She definitely believed she had an advantage over the big, busty woman in front of her, and so she remained unphased as she rolled on her heel, presented her body in a side-profile, tucked one arm behind her back in a classical stance, and pointed the katana out with the other.

"We start now," Raikou announced.

"Alright."

Weiss was -

What.

The.

Fuck.

Raikou crossed the distance in less than an instant. She was just there, whipping through the space as fast as Ruby with her Semblance activated, and that should have been impossible. It was too damned fast for anyone to move without some sort of powers, and even with them, there was a big difference between a five-foot-three-or-so girl and a tall woman with curves like a goddess, tits as big as melons, and a large quantity of softness to her skin - it was insane.

The sword came down, but Weiss was just quick enough to move hers to intercept. She was aware, genuinely, that Raikou's cut would have killed her had it landed. The slice would have cut through her had she not intercepted it, and she understood her imminent fatality in seconds. More so, she noticed that the MILF was damned strong. Weiss had her sword interposed, but the sheer pressure applied in that brief instant was enough to send rough, jarring pain along her wrist and down her forearm.

She cried out. Raikou snarled, and her arm just flicked. Weiss was launched back a good five feet, and that inhuman strength scared her - genuinely so. She huffed, skidded, arm aching, and spun on her heel. Snapping, she stomped her foot to summon a Glyph beneath her feet and spun, using it to whip herself around and offer a strike of her own. It was quick, good, and useless, because the older woman was just not there.

Weiss used her Glyph to propel her as Raikou's cut hit nothing but the ground, such was her overenthusiasm to get her - and even then, as the edge of the weapon hit stone, it crumbled. The ground cracked, cratering as if someone had dropped a cannonball on it, and Weiss just whimpered with the understanding that the woman was barely a woman - she wasn't fucking human.

"Oh," she squeaked.

"W-Weiss!" Eresh called out.

Weiss tensed her jaw and threw up a series of Glyphs as best as she could. One, she put in front of Raikou, and the older woman rebounded off of it in a huff. The next, she used to propel herself into the air, then another, then another, rising up like a staircase to bring her up high. The intention, in her mind, was to launch herself down and slam down on the woman from above, which typically worked.

Of course, then Raikou was in the air beside her, somehow having jumped ten meters or so to catch Weiss, and the white-haired girl just whimpered in raw incredulity.

She was, resultantly, bashed down to the ground, whipped at it with bone-jarring force. Weiss hit it hard enough to feel it crunch, and she was about ninety-percent sure her body should have been extremely bruised and with more than one set of broken bones. Only, she wasn't. She knew she should be, she felt that soreness instantly, and the fact that the ground was crunched around her proved that - but it didn't happen. Instead, she felt a buzzing heat and little else.

"B-Blessings of Khur!"

"Ereshkigal!" Raikou shouted as she hit the ground with a flourish and a sloppy bouncing of her tits. "Don't you dare help her!"

"S-Sorry!" Eresh called back, and Weiss turned to look at her - and baulked. "I've gotta protect her!"

"Why the hell do you have a spear-sword!?" Weiss shouted, staring at Eresh who, right then, was glowing with a nimbus of red energy and held in her hands a strange-looking weapon - very strange, indeed. A tall, spear-like thing, but with each end appearing like some massive, obscenely sized claymore, tucked together by a spiked and circular handguard. A chorona of red electricity sparked off of it and fed into the ground, none of which was anything close to normal.

"Sorry, Weiss!" Eresh told her quickly, then spun her weapon around. "This is the only way! T-this isn't mean for people like you, so, uhm, it's gonna hurt a bit! And make you go feral but it's okay!"

"W-wh hahhhh…. " Weiss squealed. She squealed as a shock hit her, flooded her system, and left her dizzy. It didn't take much more than a moment to relate it to the same thing that had filled her when Ishtar 'blessed' her, but unlike that, which felt like someone had spiked her system with arousal, this felt like electricity. It wasn't reassuring feeling at all, even if it made her feel powerful. It made her -

- It made her -

Weiss couldn't actually say she understood what happened after that. True to Eresh's quick words, she felt like a feral animal, all wild-eyed and desperate. She just remembered fighting Raikou like an animal would, and she remembered what it was like to go at her with wild, reckless energy. She distinctly recalled how Raikou effortlessly bodied her each and every time, flicking her aside like a gnat and going at her even harder with that inhuman strength of hers.

Yet, Ereshkigal backed her up, supporting her and blessing her to keep her in the fight. Weiss was sure she probably should have died three times over, but was kept mostly safe, if sore, by the blonde girl. She was also somewhat aware of the weird pillars that started slamming out of the ground as if they had risen from hell, how there seemed to be the vague shapes of ghosts flittering through the air, the random displays of electricity, the spears that Eresh threw from the sky, and - well, Weiss thought she saw a dinosaur skeleton attacking Raikou at some point, but honestly, she didn't understand much.

It mostly washed over her in a rush, a sensation she could not properly control or understand. Wild and reckless, Weiss's brain no longer felt like her own and she just desperately went at Raikou without conscious thought. She was on autopilot, a feral animal, nothing more. Eresh did most of the work, really, and it was only when the blonde started to yell about stuff like nobility and phantasms that red-hot electricity sent Raikou flying back and in just the perfect position for Weiss to pin her to the ground in a huff.

She wasn't really thinking - so she didn't think as she just rammed her dick into the woman, hammering away at her gorgeous, sopping slit with rough and reckless fervour. Her hips smacked against her plump thighs with loud, ringing thwaps!, and the sounds filled the air in an almost obscene way. They came out fast as she pounded down with rough finality, just hammering away at Raikou's soft body like she was nothing more than a cocksheath and Weiss herself was just an animal in heat.

She had the woman pinned into a mating press, her entire body folded down in half, so close that her legs were bouncing down by her face itself and her feet flopped over Weiss's shoulders. Those massive, fat tits were bunched up like mountainous cushions, and Weiss's chest almost rested against it as she pounded her hips backward and forward without stopping. Her hands had long since reached around to loop around Raikou's arms, haul them up, and yank them around, then locked palms behind her head - holding her in a vice and ensuring her limbs simply could not move.

Weiss was not aware of how she got Raikou down on the ground like that. She just did, and did so without thinking about it. Pinned down in a mating press, the older woman had thoroughly lost the battle, been instantly defeated, and stuck with nine inches of rock-hard cockmeat. Weiss's hips worked in brutal, animalistic arcs, swinging down to impale her gorgeous pussy and ream it all out around her with groaning huffs and rough, angry growls. Pure sexual hunger filled her, and she cared about nothing more than fucking Raikou absolutely silly.

Honestly, all she did know was that she was fucking infuriated that some bitch would have the audacity to dress in a bikini like a total fucking slut and still order her around, expecting her to obey her. It was totally unfair, totally stupid, totally dumb, and in Weiss's angry, annoyed, and mouth-foamingly feral state, all she wanted to do was utterly dominate Raikou, fuck her into a brain-melted mush, and breed her like the damned whore she was.

Okay, she recognized in some small part that she was not acting like her normal self, but she was far and away beyond caring. With feral passion and raw, infuriated hunger, she crashed down into her sopping pussy and absolutely rammed it full of thick, girthy meat, plunging herself up to the hilt each time and slapping balls down messily. She pushed herself in and ground her pelvis down, smooshing those soft, squishy thighs against her hips, and then tore back again with brutal strength.

"Ah!" Raikou groaned, her body trying and failing to writhe in the pinning press. "J-Just because you've won doesn't mean you can f-fuck me into obedience!"

Weiss just grunted like a wild animal in response, barely capable of understanding her words and far and away beyond forming any of her own. Like a creature that had no idea how to speak, she just husked and thrust down hard and fast to pound her silken pussy like nothing more than a sheath. She slammed away at it, hammering into her with broad, deep strokes, crashing down with raw force and then tugging back to fight off the clinging pink with brutal applications of power.

"Sorry, Raikou!" Ereshkigal squeaked. She knelt just nearby and watched it all happen with a look that was both fear and arousal - clearly scared of the wild animal she had created, but feeling hot at the sight of the crazy, rage-fueled sex. "It's for your own good!"

"I - ah! - will not - let this -!" Raikou moaned out as her face tightened in clear stress. "B-break me - !"

Weiss didn't actually care about their exchange. She, like an animal, rutted into Raikou hard and fast, absolutely pounding her cunt with every last throbbing inch of cockmeat she had on offer. She propelled it downward with loud, ringing claps, her hips ramming against those soft, upturned thighs to make them bounce, and sent legs flopping in turn. All but pummeling her body and ramming into her snatch with brutality, she treated the older woman like a sex-toy.

"I didn't plan on this, but she really won't stop," Eresh explained in a strangely sympathetic voice. "B-but it's okay! By the time she's done, you'll love it!"

"I am not - fuck! - going to let this - damn! - b-break me!"

Weiss continued to just hammer down, happily and enthusiastically rutting the bitch that dared to tell her what to do and who to associate with. Carelessly, without conscious thought, she crashed down into her again and again, penetrating her soft, silky sheath and pummeling it with rock-hard meat. She filled her up to the brim each and every time, and against that assault, Raikou was sent moaning and gasping just that much more. The breath was, clearly, driven from her lungs with each movement, and it was enough.

The pleasure was intense. Raikou felt amazing around her dick, all tight and squishy and soft, and it was just perfect to take a good dicking. The distinction between her and the others did not matter in that moment as she slammed away at her, and she just happily satiated her urges with the tightness of her body. She hammered into her hard and fast, holding nothing back and putting more strength than she logically should have into it.

Flesh clapped thunderously as her hips speared down and her body slammed against her body, sending soft thigh-flesh rippling and legs flopping. Those large, heavy breasts of hers wobbled and rocked like gelatin, and all Weiss used them for were cushions. With hips swinging, she thrust away at her soft cunt and rammed into her body time and time and time again, using her like a toy, treating her like a sack of meat. She did not stop in it, and she did not hesitate - there was just rough, casual degradation.

"Hah! Fuck! Fuck!" Raikou squealed, her entire face tight. "I-It doesn't matter how much o-of a d-dick swinging s-stud she is! I won't - I won't - !"

Eresh continued to stare with that strange mixture of surprise, fear, and arousal, watching as Raikou broke down on the length of Weiss's cock. She was simply too big, too dense, too powerful, too crazed for anyone to really hold out. Unintentional though it was, Weiss fucked her absolutely silly with each wild, crazed movement, each enthusiastic sweep ramming away at her clenching cunt and leaving her a gasping mess of a woman.

It was a far cry to how she had been just earlier, but at that point, it was too far along for her to control herself. Raikou went from over-protective woman to hot cocksleeve without any time to really understand it, and she cried out more and more with each passing moment. She broke down before Weiss's eyes and at the hands of her dick, reduced to a whining, wheezing, gasping mess of a slut that could not control herself. She writhed, but pinned as she was in the mating press, she could do nothing to control herself.

"Fuck!" Raikou squealed. "You're - she - too much! It's too much!"

Eresh kept on watching, nibbling on her lower lip, as she was brutally ramfucked into the ground with wet thuds and fleshy smacks that echoed through the air. She, without a care in the world, hammered away at her clenching softness, cramming into her with brutal, skin-clapping force, and just fucked her like any other cheap slut. She didn't care at all about what she was doing, and she penetrated her again and again and again with all the strength in the world.

Her mating pressed body was shaken, sent quivering, the breath driven from her lungs on each movement. Raikou was a squealing, flush-faced mess, breaking down around the pillar of virility hammered into her, and she did not stop for one single instant. She kept at it, satiating herself with the stupid MILF tease, and carelessly when at it. A desire to dominate and a desire to breed filled her, and with nothing more than that roaring in her ears, she pounded the woman into the ground.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-too-deep-fuck!"

She knew it had to be rough and hard for her, but she didn't care. She smacked her into the ground like a slut, cramming into her with all the power of her hips, smacking, clapping, making breasts bounce, and rapidly mating with her. She forced the woman down and pinned her like a toy, and with each crashing thud her body quivered even more. Raikou was practically drooling at that point, rendered an incomprehensible mess, and Weiss did not care.

"I can't - fuck! Fuck! " Raikou wheezed, the breath driven from her lungs on each deep, crashing thud. "Too much - too much - !"

Weiss kept at it - for seconds, for minutes, it did not matter. All that did was that her arousal rose, built, intensified, and increased, making her want to go at it more and more. Her balls ached so much more than earlier, and as she pounded Raikou into the ground, she went for the last hurdle. She thrust down with desperate ferver, rapidly going at her, stuffing her over-strained folds with cockmeat, and did it all like a wild animal.

Then, she thrust down hard, crashing into Raikou and holding steady. She locked down tightly as Raikou moaned and squealed around her slab of impaling fuckmeat, but the sounds grew so much more intense in the next few moments as Weiss unceremoniously and without warning just blew her load right then and there - no more to it than that, no more conscious thought, just a desperate breeding urge.

Raikou squealed wordlessly as she lost any sort of comprehension and melted into a mind-numbed mess of a woman. Weiss, quite happily, held herself steady and filled her sopping cunt with her load, pumping out streams of cum that poured out of her in an endless, impregnating rush. With Eresh's blessing behind her, she had so much more to give than usual - and all of that was sent pumping into the busty, voluptuous MILF below her right then and there.

Strings and gushes of baby-batter poured into her directly from the tap, clogging her pussy in creamy warmth and utterly drowning her womb in virile jizz. The dense load smashed through her defences to soak into her, flooding her with so much dense breeding-goo that there was no comprehension for her. The gooey load of seed just conquered her body in moments, reducing it nothing more than something to be bred, and Weiss quite happily did just that as she poured out the contents of her balls into her.

And she knew, somehow, that the sheer quantity of her blessed seed did the trick. And, sure, maybe she didn't know for sure, but somehow, for some reason, Weiss honestly believed that she had surely knocked Raikou up. She pumped too much creamy seed into her womb for there to be any other option, too much into her cunt for it not to take hold, and even if it was just her feral mind telling her that, she believed that she'd made the dumb MILF a mother.

"Whoa," Eresh said.

Raikou just drooled like a mindless slut - and, Weiss, roughly, tore her cock out of her mating-pressed body, pulling it along, leaving semen to bubble out in an obscene rush, and tugged on the MILF's entire body. Like the wild animal she was, she looked down at those giant, plump tits, ripped off that teasing bikini like the useless cloth it was, and smacked her cum-leaking monster-cock against her cleavage.

Then, she started to fuck it - quite literally not caring and just ramming away at her soft cleavage, using her rough hands to brutally grope, stretch, and knead that fluffy skin. She pummeled her tits like she had her cunt, using her body like nothing more than a toy, and she loved it. Raikou kept on mewling like a stuck pig, but it did not matter to her - she just went at her breasts like they were there for her enjoyment alone, and thus satiated herself with that perfect skin.

Ishtar found them sometime during that brutal tit-fucking. Maybe a few minutes into it, maybe not, it didn't matter. She eventually came around as Weiss plowed Raikou's cleavage with her fat cock, sending her breasts bouncing and jiggling like whorish mounds, and the newcomer stopped short. She stared blankly at them, not quite understanding what she was seeing, and the white-haired teen was so feral she did not acknowledge it.

"Uh," Ishtar said, "is that… Raikou?"

"Yep," confirmed Eresh.

"Uh… what's wrong with Weiss?"

"They fought, and, uh, I may have blessed her too much."

"Oh."

Weiss looked up at them as she fucked Raikou's tits. Her eyes were lost in lust, her expression horny and panting, and the two twins must have clearly realized that they were faced with something neither of them had any idea of how to properly handle - and Weiss, absolutely pent up, ready to blow a load on Raikou's face like the slut she was, only saw the two teenagers as empty-stomached girls ready to be pressed and bred.

"Might be an issue."

"Yep."

Not quite the day four Weiss had looked forward to, but she could not quite complain, either.

Chapter 5: Fifth day of Spring Break - Rise, Amber, Hilda & Marian

Summary:

Featuring: Amber from Genshin, Rise from Persona, and MarianneHilda from Fire Emblem three Houses.

Chapter Text

"HUH!?"

Weiss shot up, her heart thumping in her chest and her brain yanking itself from a pit of nothingness that didn't make much sense or have much understanding - but, well, she did not know. It felt like her consciousness was being torn from some sort of… something that weighed her down and kept her locked tight, like chains across her psyche. It was an absolutely unnatural feeling and she was entirely aware of that, but hell if she knew what it meant.

She gasped, flinging herself up, and found herself nearly smacking face-first into an amazing cleavage wrapped up in a yellow bikini top meant to show as much skin as possible to collect the sun. She was entirely fine with that; she had no issues at all any longer with being face to face with a set of tits or ramming her face into them. It felt more normal than whatever-it-was that had gripped her consciousness, in fact.

She still felt the lingering effects of… something… weighing her down. It felt and tasted vile, but fuck if she knew what it was. She…

Weiss licked her lips and blinked. What even happened last night?

"You good?"

Weiss blinked again and looked up past the set of tits in front of her and - oh. Yang. Yang stood in front of her, blinking with worry, her one hand on Weiss's forehead to check her temperature. She looked concerned, and for someone like Yang to show that kind of an expression, she had to assume she looked worse for the wear.

"Uh - Yang. Hi." She licked her lips again. "Uh… yes?"

"Maidens damnit, dude," Yang rumbled as she pulled back. "I didn't think I was going to find you. You never showed up back to our room last night."

"I… didn't?" Weiss frowned. "I…"

What happened? Weiss could not quite recall. The last thing she remembered was… Ereshkigal doing something to her while she fought the woman called Raikou. Something like that, at least.

"I thought you were dead, to be honest," Yang laughed. She stood up straight, and Weiss only then realized the height difference between them. The Heiress was not sitting and was not laying on a bed but was flat on the ground, hard stone pressed against her. "I spent hours looking for you."

"I don't… remember," she replied haltingly, looking around and blinking. She looked around, trying to figure out something or recollect her memories. "Where even am I…?"

She looked around and felt her breath strangle itself in her throat. Though she remembered nothing, the evidence was clear all around her - very, very clear, hilariously enough. She was surrounded by the unconscious bodies of Ishtar, Eresh, Raikou, Mash, and even Tomoe, all of them scattered around a wooden deck area. They were a mess of limbs, naked flesh, and red-skinned curves, a display of lewdness that was impossible to downplay.

Raikou was face-down, ass up, the skin of her backside red from slaps, her cunt leaking cum and her tits flopping down to brace her torso like the fattest of pillows. Eresh and Isthar were face to face, both coated with cum and left red from friction, laying on top of one another in a sister embrace. Mash was on her back, tits splayed out, cum marking her skin, looking totally out of it. Tomoe was, instead, in a pool of water - a jacuzzi - and sitting against the edge, almost as if she'd crawled in there to relax after a hard fucking and conked right out.

If they weren't sleeping they were unconscious, and it made Weiss gulp.

"The jacuzzi deck is where," Yang chuckled, sounding almost amused.

Weiss just looked around at all the girls covered with seed and stuffed with cum and marked with damned handprints from how hard she'd smacked them; she stumbled. "I don't even know what happened."

Yang laughed. "I have a pretty good idea of what happened!"

She reached out to pat Weiss's shoulder. "Good going, stud. You know how many dudes - er, well, chicks with dicks - get to nail five girls? Good fucking work!"

Weiss just laughed awkwardly as fuck and brought her hand up to brush at messy white hair. "Y-yeah…"

Yang blinked in surprise and reached to point at her arm. "What's that?"

"What's what?" Weiss twisted her hand around to look at it, and there she saw, in sharp contrast to the paleness of her skin, a series of red marks; something like curling emblems set together to form an insignia, each element separate yet entwined. It was bizarre, and her jaw draped and breath puffed out in a rush. "W-WHAT THE F-FUCK - ?!"

Weiss freaked out to see the red marks on her hand and began to furiously whip her arm around as if she could somehow get it off of her, but Yang simply laughed at the display and shook her head with clear amusement. She reached out, grabbed her wrist, and held it up even as she panicked. She looked at it, rubbed her thumb over the mark, and shrugged.

"It doesn't look so bad for a drunken mistake," Yang told her with a casual shrug. "I mean, I've done worse before."

I don't know if being drunk had anything to do with it, Weiss thought glumly, but she otherwise said nothing. Something about the marks creeped her out, and she definitely didn't want to mention that they tingled with electricity as Yang touched them.

"Besides, you clearly had fun and definitely got lucky, so it seems like a good trade."

Weiss bit her lip. "I… just hope the girls have an answer for this. They'd know. They'd know, right?"

Yang shrugged, sending her tits bouncing. "Maybe? I mean. You can ask them when they're, uh, not black-out drunk."

Weiss doubted that was the case, too, but she swallowed hard and let it be. "Y-yeah… yeah, that. Uhm." She coughed into her hand. "Well… We can't just leave them here like this, right?"

Yang looked around and shrugged again. "Probably not? That's probably a bad thing."

She laughed, but Weiss didn't feel like laughing. "Do you mind helping me, ah, getting them back to - well, I guess our room?"

The blonde twitched her lips and waved her hand. "Nah, I doubt your scrawny ass could even try."

Weiss rolled her eyes.

"There's five of them and two of us, though," Yang pointed out. "So…"

Weiss scrunched up her nose. "I… can probably use my Semblance to make a trolly? Or something…"

The blonde frowned. "Does it work like that?"

"Does this Spring Break make any sense at all?"

"Good point!" Yang slapped her on the back and drew out a wince. "Get to it, buttercup!"

Weiss rolled her eyes for a second time. This is a fucking mess. Hot, but a damned mess.

Mash, Eresh, and Ishtar got the bed in a lovely sandwich of curves and flesh. Tomoe got the chair, because she looked like she could take it. Raikou got the floor because… Weiss lacked the space for her, but mostly because she remembered bad things about her. Something like that, anyhow. It was all vague, but she didn't like the older woman all that much beyond sex she only distantly remembered, and that was perfectly fine by her.

With the girls safely stowed away, Weiss put her hands on her slim hips, looked them over, and sighed. "Alright. Well. This is a bit of a mess, but it'll have to do."

"Yeah, well." Yang walked behind her and slapped her right on the eyes, making Weiss squeak. "Sure is hot."

"I - yeah." Weiss looked at Yang with confusion, but the blonde just casually walked by as if her actions didn't matter. The girl had torn off the bikini the moment she could and paraded around naked, looking for a new set of clothes to put on; the most casual she had been so far. It was bizarre, and the white-haired girl wasn't that deep into the partying mood to recognize that it was weird as hell.

Maybe that was because she had literally torn her consciousness out of a pit of depravity that did not seem logical, or maybe it was because she'd left herself exhausted and confused, and in that exertion of trying to move around unconscious girls she had cut herself some clarity, but she finally understood how weird it all was. There was nothing really normal in how they were acting, and Yang was… inscrutable.

After all, they had never discussed their new relationship dynamic at all, and sleeping with her girlfriend's hot older sister was probably a bad thing. Now is as good a time as any to bring it up, right?

"Yang?" Weiss started tentatively, her voice probing through the air.

Yang raised a brow as she held up a bikini. "Do I look hot in this?"

"You look hot in anything," she replied, then flinched at her own words. "Wait, that's not what I meant."

The blonde snorted, her tits trembling. "What, I look ugly? "

"No, I - ah. " Weiss sighed and pinched her nose. "No, I mean, I wanted to say, or, well, ask, uh. What… what is this?"

Yang blinked at her. "What's what?"

"I mean - this." Weiss waved her hand. "Us. What - what are we doing with each other? How - I mean." She flushed and coughed. "Our relationship, it's like…"

"Oh!" Yang tossed her head back and laughed, then waved her hand. "Don't worry about it."

Weiss raised her brows. "Don't - don't worry about it?"

"It's spring break -"

"That's not really an excuse," Weiss protested faintly, jerking forward and setting a hand on her chest. "We're acting as if - well, things are clearly - they're not -"

Yang snorted, shook her head, and reached out to bop her on the nose. "Weiss, just don't worry about it. Ruby and I share stuff all the time, so her girlfriend's dick totally isn't off-limits."

"Uh." Weiss flushed and gaped. "No, yes, that's clearly a limit?"

"We're close," Yang said nonchalantly, as if that explained everything. "Ruby won't hold it against us, trust me. It's not the first time."

Weiss gaped. "B-but…"

"And, yeah, Blake won't care either," Yang continued, idly looking at her bikinis and barely focusing on Weiss's shocked expression. "She was always interested in a threesome anyways, so she'll just be pissed that I got you before she did."

Weiss wearily clicked her tongue. "Is that supposed to be relieving?"

"If you want it to be," Yang laughed, then offered a wink. "But yeah. I doubt they'll care. If they do, hey, you don't gotta say anything."

"But we're acting -"

"Dude, Weiss, I don't want to fall in love with you," the bigger girl dismissed, and Weiss flinched back. "I just want to fuck and get that grade-A dick. If that lasts for Spring Break for the next ten years, cool - but stop worrying about it, yeah, and have some fun."

Weiss bit her lip. "I - still. I mean. I should - I should call Ruby, I think, maybe check in on her, you know, uh…"

Yang just shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that can wait, Weiss. There's no rush."

"I feel…" Weiss couldn't place it; guilt? No, it was an absence of guilt, the idea that she was fine with the cheating sex and sister-fucking. "I want to call her."

"Do it later," Yang said dismissively. She stepped toward Weiss, and she towered over her. Her body was all firm muscle and sheer curves, a womanly display of power and perfection that made Weiss gulp. She was still devastatingly hot, and it made her cock throb in spite of her best intentions. "Right now, you look like a fucking mess. Your hair is a rat's nest, your skin is red and sweaty and shit, and you need ten coffees or something."

Weiss was forced to acknowledge her words. "Well, yes."

"So I think," Yang drawled coyly, "that you need a shower right now."

Weiss followed her words. "Yes…"

"And I need a quickie with this dick," Yang purred, leaning forward just a bit more to bounce tits in Weiss's face and sending her hand down to grab her crotch hard. She cupped the now-stiff member right through her clothes, and again, she squeaked - but not in discomfort. "So? How about it?"

"Hold off on calling my girlfriend to fuck her sister in the shower?" Weiss pretended to sigh and all too happily obliged. "Well, I can kill two birds with one stone."

"Perfect," Yang husked, and she leaned in even further. "'Cause seeing all these fuck-drunk chicks is making me hella jealous and super fucking horny."

Weiss had no clue how things had turned out so well with Yang, but damnit if she didn't want it to end.

The first thing the two did after their quickie was go down to the bar near the hotel. It was simply to relax, hang out, and celebrate their break properly. They had their fun in the shower, some quick sex that got Weiss off nicely and her roommate all too happily slurped down into her stomach, and now, buzzed with that gentle pleasure, went for drinks. It was as simple as that, and for a good ten or so minutes, they just relaxed.

Maybe it was the post-orgasmic glow or maybe it was a genuine change, but after everything, the two relaxed without whining too badly or biting each other's head off. There was less antagonism than days before, and even if the reason for it remained inscrutable, it was a nice moment of relaxation between teammates. They talked, they flirted a bit, they went through their first round of drinks, and they chilled.

"Just gonna, uh, go to the bathroom," Yang said at one point, hopping away from the counter with a slap and a thud. "Get us another round, yeah?"

"Sure," Weiss answered. She watched Yang as she left and internally whistled at just how hot the blonde was in a bikini and jean shorts. Maybe a minute of watching, maybe less, and then her blue gaze swept back along the bar and back to the bartender. She reached out, fingers clicking, and tried to get their attention, ready for another round of drinks.

"Hey!" A voice shouted, and Weiss did not respond. Why would she, after all? Everyone yelled and the words themselves were meaningless. She did not know she was even being spoken to until a hand grabbed her shoulder and yanked her around on the stool. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?!"

"What?" Weiss snapped, staring into the face of a man with a professional-looking polo shirt, a clipboard, and a headset. "Who the hell are you?"

"What? How much did you have to drink?" The random stranger snapped, his eyes scanning over the bar. "You a lightweight or something?"

Weiss just flapped her lips without comprehension. "What the -"

"Doesn't matter, drink on your own time!" The man shouted at her, and at the same time he yanked her from her seat. Weiss was not a large girl at all, and or really did not take much effort to pull her to her immodest height. "We're on a schedule!"

"What?" Weiss repeated, shouting almost back into his face. "Who even are you?"

"Uh, I'm the guy in charge of all you extras," the guy scoffed. With an uncompromising grip he tugged her, making her squeak. "I should have figured I'd find you a at the bar. What were you thinking?"

"I - beg pardon?!"

"Ask for pardons later," the nameless man sighed. "All you idiot extras are going to put us so behind schedule. I knew we didn't need real teens for this, but whatever."

Weiss remained baffled as she was tugged from the bar. "Look, I don't think -"

The man's mic buzzed into life, and he ignored Weiss as he clicked on a receiver. "Yeah, I found thirty-six. Did you get the - alright, great, cool, we're coming now -"

Weiss struggled to understand, but she got a fairly good idea by then that things were not quite right. "Look, sir, I beg your pardon, but I believe this is a case of mistaken identity. Whatever this is, you clearly have the wrong person-"

"Yeah, don't try that with me," he scoffed in dismissal. "How many other white-haired chicks do you know here, huh? It's gotta be you."

Weiss… only had Tomoe and 2B as a frame of reference, and when she thought about it, she had to admit the pool was pretty low by that definition. "Perhaps that is true, but I am not whoever you think I am -"

"Nice try," he laughed, his grip uncompromising as he all but dragged her away from the bar. "But next time, don't sign a contract you don't want to see through."

Weiss groaned. "I did not sign anything!"

The man, much stronger than she was, simply dragged her along and refused to listen to what she had to say. If Weiss was less baffled by it all, she might have fought it. Instead, she asked, "at least tell me where you're dragging me!"

He rolled his eyes, clearly fed up. He checked his watch, clicked his tongue, and said, "can't believe you're too plastered to remember. You signed up to be an extra in Girls Gone Wild: Idols on Spring Break, volume two, remember?"

Weiss's breath was strangled in her throat. " What!?"

That was how Weiss found herself on the set for Girls Gone Wild: Idols on Spring Break Edition, Volume Two. It was bizarre. It was literally bizarre. It was a beachside affair cordoned off by trailers and big mirror-like sheets and boom mics and cameras that were all strictly set up to make the entire area suitable for filming, and there were about a dozen people on-hand to make sure it was all running smoothly; that said nothing of the dozen others that were running around to keep everything in tip-top shape.

The milling camera crews, the stage hands, the assistants, Weiss just glared at all of them with an annoyed expression. The other three dozen or so 'volunteer extras' just like Weiss were a mixture of dudebros, idiots, and well-maintained preening peacocks like her father who were there for their time on the camera, and she hated all of them.

It was just annoying. She had no reason to be there and no desire to stay, and the case of mistaken identity was just plain stupid. They marched her onto the set without even checking her name or seeing her signature or anything, which was frankly ridiculous. Weiss had half a mind to storm off, and the only reason she didn't was exactly because of the Idols themselves: true, honest to goodness idols through and through.

Real girls that danced and sang on stage, real cute idols in their little costumes, the real-deal, not fakes. She saw names she had only seen on video or in magazines right there in front of her, being very strictly put into outfits that enhanced the 'gone wild' look: bikinis under tight, transparent white tops tied above belly buttons, low jean-shorts and bikini bottoms to evoke particular responses, hands clutching artificially cooled, entirely scripted bottles of alcohol… all sorts of things.

They were nice to look at, that was for sure. They got her attention and kept it, but they weren't the reason that Weiss decided to stay and not just barge off at the earliest convenience. No, the reason was that her favourite idol, the one and only Rise Kujikawa, was there on the beach in front of her - the real deal, the true, one and only auburn-haired idol herself, her hair wrapped up into tails and her cute body tucked into a bikini too tight in too many places with a pair of low-slung hot-pants tucked around her waist.

It was her favourite idol, the one she had been a fan of since - well, since forever, and that was the only reason Weiss stayed. How she ended up on Girls Gone Wild she had no idea, but neither did she care. She was not going to pass up the opportunity if she didn't have to, and with everyone treating the idols and the milling extras so casually - or, at least, they hadn't harassed Weiss yet - she walked forward with the sole intent to get her autograph.

Somehow.

She approached with barely contained excitement, watching as Rise - the real Rise - talked into her phone. Or, perhaps shouted; it was hard to tell at a distance but seemed clearer with each step her feet planted in the sand. In fact, it almost looked like she was yelling into the Scroll-like-thing, her face twisted into an expression that Weiss could only describe as pissed off.

"I can't believe this!" She shouted, one hand crossed under her bustline. "Seriously?"

Weiss couldn't properly hear the voice on the other line, but her footsteps slowed as she got closer and in better hearing range.

"What?!" Rise's brow furrowed as her voice came out scornfully. "What do you mean, it's not an option - huh?! How is it in the contract - iron-clad? How? I didn't sign up for -" Another snarled breath. "-Why would you sign me up for gone wild?! How is that good PR?! I expected a bikini shoot, not to act like a slut -"

Rise's jaw clenched as the person on the other line talked, then snapped again. "Hey! This is totally not cool! I don't want -" Then, she blinked. She stopped, blinked, looked at her Scroll-thing, stared at it, and grumbled again. She immediately hurled her phone to the sand in a huff, whipping it down and creating a crater in the shape of it, and tossed her head back.

Ah, Weiss realized. They must have hung up on her mid-word. Incredibly rude.

"That's fucking ridiculous," Rise Kujikawa grumbled sourly. "Hanging up on me? Forcing me to - contractual obligations my ass! " She stomped her foot down hard. "Fuck you, Mr. Manager! Let's see how that job safety goes for you, huh?!"

She shook her head, auburn tails bouncing. Weiss watched rather tentatively, seeing the clear upset that was written across Rise's face and through her actions. She licked her lips and thought carefully as she started to approach again, wondering, then, just how she was going to get through to a pissed-off idol - and how she was going to cheer her up.

I mean, I can't just let her stew in anger, Weiss thought. I just need to get her mood up. Better than an autograph…

She licked her lips as she approached. She did not like seeing her favourite idol so upset, and all she could think was how she wanted to cheer her up. It seemed more important than getting a signature right then, and she felt her lips curl as a swagger filled her step. Because, as far as she was concerned, her best example for cheering people up was Yang; the one person that could usually get a smile and get a laugh from people no matter the situation, and the one person that Weiss was now in a position to imitate.

What could go wrong? Weiss thought. The only person better than Ruby at cheering people up is Yang, and the only person I know that can talk her way into anyone's pants is Yang, so…

Trying to be as charming and suave as her roommate-turned-fuckbuddy, Weiss plastered an easy smile on her face, leaned over, and swiped the phone off the ground right in front of Rise's blinking eyes. She hoisted it up as she stood back, still grinning, and offered the device up with an easy flick of her hand.

"I would like to say I think you dropped this, " Weiss said, "but you seem a little too upset for that."

"Yeah, upset is one word for it," Rise replied tersely, not quite biting and definitely not happy. Her eyes flicked down to her phone, then a sigh left her. "But thanks."

"I just kind of felt bad for the phone," she joked. "I don't know what it did to deserve that."

"It's a lot less than what's coming to my manager," Rise said, but a tiny smidge of a smile pulled at her mouth. The joke Weiss offered was not great, but it was just enough to inflect a bit of joviality into the situation.

"Eesh." Weiss pretended to wince. "That bad?"

"Not good," Rise replied with a shrug.

"I mean, it sounded pretty bad. Sorry for whatever it is."

"You heard? Ah." Rise clicked her tongue and rubbed the back of her neck. "Was I that loud?"

Weiss shrugged in a friendly way. "More that I was that close."

Rise looked away. "It's nothing to worry about, I guess. My manager just didn't tell me what I was signing up for, that's all. Now I can't get out of this - thing."

Weiss laughed. "You and me both, it seems. I absolutely know where you're coming from."

Rise raised an eyebrow. "Your manager signed you up for something you didn't know about?"

Weiss half-winked. "More like, the production crew dragged me out here because they mistook me for someone else with white hair and now I'm stuck in a video I didn't know about."

Rise blinked. "Seriously?"

She indeed seriously. "Seriously."

Rise laughed. "Okay, my manager is a total scumbag, sure, but that's just funny. "

"You know, it's somewhat uncomfortable," Weiss joked, "But it could definitely be worse."

"Sure, getting dragged onto Girls Gone Wild is probably not as bad as it sounds."

"Definitely not for the company, that's for sure." Weiss winked. "At least the two of us are in the same boat, no?"

"I guess," Rise half-laughed, her head shaking. "Honestly? At this point, I'll take whatever I can get. Everyone here is - well."

Another shake of the head and a shrug. "Any company is better than what I've got."

"Then I'm pleased to help with that." Weiss jutted her hand out just as her father taught her. It never mattered to him if there was a distinction between female and male customs in Atlas, or how one's bearing affected their actions; so long as she was Heiress she acted as one. "Weiss Schnee. It would be rude not to introduce myself."

Rise chuckled. "Rise Kujikawa."

"I know," Weiss replied smoothly. "Admittedly, I'm a huge fan."

"Oh?" Rise raised a brow. "Here for an autograph or something?"

"Here to stop you from killing your phone," Weiss chuckled. "Nothing more."

Rise snorted. "Well, thanks, Ms. Phone Police."

Weiss nodded. "Don't mention it. I've always been good at keeping phones safe."

Rise chortled an unimpressed laugh. "Sure."

"Don't believe me?" Weiss pressed a hand to her heart. "I am insulted, ma'am."

Rise shook her head and grinned. "Are those supposed to be pick-up lines or something? Because, well…"

"I'm trying to cheer you up," Weiss said with a wink. "Don't like seeing a pretty girl down."

"So you are hitting on me!"

"Cheering you up," Weiss insisted, her lips grinning.

Rise half-giggled, half chuckled. "Well… I guess I could use some cheering up."

"See? We're like two peas in a pod." Weiss inclined her head. "Both stuck out here in this weird video thing, all alone…"

Rise rolled her eyes, but the action was fond. "Sure, Weiss… but you could sneak out without anyone noticing."

"And leave you behind? Never." Weiss winked.

The idol laughed. "My dashing knight, huh?"

"Absolutely; that's my middle name." It obviously was not, but Wiess applied Yang's tactics as if they were second-hand nature/ "But I could probably sneak you out too, if you wanted to. Wouldn't be that hard."

"They'd definitely track me down."

Weiss shrugged. "I know a few tricks."

Rise raised a brow. "Do you?"

"Absolutely."

"Huh." Rise snorted. "Remind me to ask to see them, sometime."

Weiss winked. "Anything for my favourite idol."

Before Rise could respond, a man with a megaphone blared short, clipped commands out across that swathe of the beath. "Alright, everyone! Places! Let's go, let's go -!"

Rise shuddered and tensed up. "Great. Here goes the last of my dignity as I shell out my pride for some clicks."

"It won't be too bad," Weiss assured her with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "I'll, uh. I'll be near you at all times, if it helps. Keep any creeps away from you."

Rise offered a half-smile. "Yeah? Thanks."

"Don't mention it, really." Weiss offered a grin. "It'll be my pleasure. You'll only have to sacrifice your pride a little bit with me."

Rise laughed. It wasn't great, not yet, but it was a start - and all Weiss needed was an in to get along with her all-time favourite idol beauty.

The shoot went great. Maybe too great, but Weiss was not complaining at all. The fact was that the Girls Gone Wild hinged on it looking like a wild, crazy party, and so, while the producers were there to manhandle people around, tell them what to do, and indicate what they wanted next, a lot of people were left to their own devices; and that meant that Weiss could laugh, joke, and flirt with Rise as they did as instructed.

They hit it off. They totally hit it off, really, and Weiss loved it. She got Rise to laugh with her dumb jokes courtesy of Yang, she got to flirt with her, she used Ruby's earnesty to tease reactions out of her, and she talked with her about casual things to properly make a connection with her. She was sure it was the last thing Rise expected, but making a mental and emotional connection with a random stranger made things much, much better for the famous idol - and so, Weiss could indulge.

It was just a really big bonus that the entire affair was meant to be lewd and sordid. She well understood why it pissed off Rise: the entire thing was meant to portray the idols like some sort of loose party girls, and so everything was calculated to bring that out. They took videos of Rise taking drinks of beer and wine and vodka despite her clear distaste of it, and they made damned sure that she, and the other idols, always had a partner to grind on.

Rise and the girls had to press back against random studs and party girls and mock-dance with them as artificial lights flashed, strobes went off, or the beachside vista was filmed in full. The cute, pert auburn-haired girl had to grind back against Weiss as they danced on the sand, her bubble butt sliding against her crotch and pressing back with clear power to satisfy the cameraman; and it satisfied Weiss, in turn, to have Rise grinding in her lap like a party slut.

Weiss's hand were on her hips as Rise ground against her and twisted in place, pressing back and gyrating lewdly to satisfy the 'girls gone wild' person - but it was more than just that. Her hands had to glide across her waist and over the flat of her stomach, cupping and teasing flesh for the benefit of the camera, and she got to squeeze her favourite idol's tits at the idle command of some dude.

Weiss got to grope her chest and squeeze her waist as they danced together and ground against one another, her hardening cock sliding against Rise's ass, all for the benefit of the camera. They weren't the only ones, of course, and for a truly 'genuine' feeling, the beachside area was a moshpit of dancing idols and grinding people. Bodies twisted, touched, and rolled together, with an artificial party in full swing.

None of it was really genuine except for the people that had willingly signed on, and for the most part, various idols, influencers, and minor celebs had to drink and party and touch and grind and dance like sloppy, gone-wild girls at the dictation of the directors. Hands touched and probed, bodies twisted and turned, and alcohol flowed freely as they were encouraged to drink - and the more they did, the more drunk they got; and the more drunk they got, the more genuine it all became.

Still, Weiss talked with Rise through it all, husking flirtatious remarks in her ear or pointing out other couples and making her laugh. She got the auburn-haired cutie more and more into it by the moment, drawing her into the strange lewdness of the shoot, and happily groped and touched her the entire time - until the idol willingly ground back against her as she gyrated with a can of beer in her hand, happily taking a swing and settling into the 'gone wild' aspect of it.

It got sloppier as time went on and the directors prodded for more. Already it was a parade of bouncing tits and shaking asses as girls in micro-bikinis danced around and grinded down on bulges, but when prompted to flash their tits, nipples were brought out and chests started to bounce even more enthusiastically. It got lewd, and Weiss knew how those kinds of 'gone wild' videos ended; she expected that was the entire reason for Rise's trepidation.

Thankfully, her presence reassured Rise enough not to get too down about it, and she almost eagerly went with it as they danced, touched, groped, and pressed together. The idol did not even complain when people came to splash water on her t-shirt to leave it nice and wet and show off her specially-chosen bikini beneath, and Rise didn't make a noise as she joined the dozen other wet t-shirt sluts that danced around and left their titties bouncing for the sake of the camera and a few dozen cocks.

Neither did Rise seem to mind when it when the directors told them to kiss, to better work with the theme; Rise blushed, flushed, and went red, and she whispered it's just for the cameras, but Weiss felt the genuine emotion behind that kiss - and no one seemed to mind when Weiss yanked her up into her arms, brought her back, and dug her hands into her ass as they made out so unceremoniously.

It was all rolling tongues and pressing lips, a squishing and a rubbing that got her hard as a rock. She made out with her favourite idol in a wet t-shirt and dug her hands into her plump ass, bending it around and kneading with firm, deep intensity. She tugged and palmed the white flesh and squeezed it around in her fingers until it bulged, and when Rise moaned into her mouth she considered it a job well done.

She made out her favourite idol just the same as everyone else did around them. Various celebrity and wild girls kissed and made out or grinding against folks while flashing tits or bouncing asses or twerking and drinking and - well, all manners of things, but Weiss just palmed Rise's ass, squeezed it, kissed her mouth, and pulled back to flirt and tease and prod.

At least, it until it did not last any longer.

"Hey," someone said at one point; some producer or other. "You two, stop."

Weiss had to pull back from Rise. "Huh?"

"Look, you two have way too much chemistry," he said sharply, waving with his camera. "It's hot, great, really, but you're overshadowing everyone else. You, white hair, we're rotating you around. Ms. Kujikawa, get your t-shirt off and start bouncing your tits."

Rise gaped, Weiss groaned, and the man clicked his fingers. "What do you want?"

"You're doing body shots," the man told her, and Weiss just blinked.

"How is that any better?!"

It didn't matter, of course. And really, Weiss couldn't complain when she was shuffled around at the dictation of the camera to then nestle shot glasses in the bountiful cleavages of other stacked and totally random girls to slurp it out, or to pour alcohol down their tits to lick it off their skin from navel to nipple, or to just straight up make out with strangers and grope their curves like it was - well, just another day at the beach.

Girls danced, girls talked, girls ground down, and Weiss was shuffled around at the dictation of the directors - and sometimes, at the dictation of the other idols themselves. When she made out with one girl another way happy to insert herself into a three-way makeout session, and when she ground down against a fat assed slut that knew how to twerk, she would find herself tugged away and brought around for another go at someone else.

She made out with four random idols before finding Rise again and picking up where she left off, but it wasn't to last before she was partying with a pair of twins she didn't know; after that, another series of shots with some wild-eyed girls, then more body shots, then more dancing, then more, the more. As the shoot went on it got lewder and lewder, with less clothing, more naked bodies, more bouncing around, and honestly, it just got tiring.

It could have been an hour or could have been ten and she didn't know; all she did was that the main dude came back around with a megaphone and blared out commands too loud for her to follow.

"That's a wrap for now!" He shouted. "We'll pick this up tomorrow!"

And that was that; the crew began to tidy up the veritable mess of partying on the beach and there Weiss was just standing like an idiot. She belatedly blinked and tried to jump into it, looking around for Rise before anyone could accost her or interrupt her or - well, anything like that. She wanted an autograph and wanted to see if she could get something more out of her, and that was all that mattered.

Only, finding Rise was not as easy as she wanted to think. Not because she was hard to find, but because no less than three other idols, one random influencer, one model, and one crew member came up to her to ask for her number, or her room key, or just hit her up. Weiss, flushing, gave out her numbers of the giggling idols, had a number scrawled across her arm from a perky crew member, got a room number slipped into her pocket from a busty influencer, and all of it confused her.

"I'll hit you up!" An idol cooed. "You're the only one here that actually knows how to get down!"

"T-thanks," Weiss stammered, intently intrigued by the idea of plowing idol pussy but very invested in simply finding Rise. "I'll - I'll hit you up later -"

"Hey," urged another, some busty influencer or model or something; "What are you doing now? Wanna hang?"

"I'm, ah -" Weiss laughed awkwardly to try and find a good way to separate herself. "-Actually, I'm -"

She found herself being tugged by the arm before she could find a suitable excuse, and she didn't question it one bit. She looked over, confirmed that it was Rise, and merely breathed out a sly of relief as the idol extracted her from the crowd and slyly snuck her out of the growing pile of people and crew members. They dipped behind a hut, moved around some palm trees, and then stumbled right up to a trailer that had Kujikawa plastered across the door.

"Holy smokes," Rise groaned as they thumped inside. "I thought we'd never get out of that!"

"Yeah," Weiss breathed. She looked around, but the trailer was entirely uninspiring: just a mirror, a cabinet, a chair, and a rack for clothes; barely a hut in size. It was nothing special at all, and she could imagine how irksome that would be. She had better limos back home. "That was… crazy."

"I'll say," Rise snorted. "You look like you're more popular than me!"

Weiss just shrugged, deciding not to say that, yes, in Atlas, and across Remnant, she was absolutely more 'popular' than Rise Kujikawa… not that she actually knew where Rise was from. "I suppose it's the party mentality."

Rise cracked a smile. "Well, I can't say I blame them."

Weiss raised a brow. "Really? Well - I mean, of course. I'm one heck of a partier."

Rise laughed at her unconvincing tone. "Sure, Weiss."

Weiss winked.

Rise stepped in closer to her. It was sudden, quick, furtive, a touch shy, but definitely charged. "Thanks for sticking with me, by the way. And for making it such a… good time. It was fun, surprisingly."

Weiss smiled. "Don't mention it. It was my pleasure."

Rise licked her lips, fluttered her lashes, and looked up at her. She got closer still, her hands sliding against Weiss's pale stomach, and the Heiress recalled that Rise had been drinking quite a lot; well, not a lot, but for certain enough to knock a lightweight on their ass. Certainly enough to taint her decision making, but Weiss hardly considered that aspect.

"I really want to thank you," Rise said as she leaned in toward her. "You know. For the fun."

Weiss ran her tongue over her lips. "Don't mention it, really."

"It's a reward," Rise husked, and she closed the gap between their bodies in an instant.

Rise kissed her full on the mouth, just like that. Weiss was in no position to protest something like that, undeserving of a 'reward' thought she was - but she was not going to pass up a kiss from her idol. It was almost too good to be true, so when lips touched and pressed down with a sort of drunken excitement, the teen was all too happy to respond. Too happy, perhaps, and she sent her hands closing around her waist, digging fingers into pert idol skin, with relish.

So, maybe it was taking advantage of her a bit, but she was not going to pass it up. She pressed her mouth down hard and fast, capturing Rise's mouth in full and started to kiss back with a hunger that was probably less than innocent but did not matter in the heat of the moment. She kissed her hard with sudden passion, her fingers digging into her narrow waist to cup her, and the level height they shared made it easy for Weiss to finally match a girl.

She suckled on her bottom lip as she tugged on it, drawing it up and pulling firmly; she made the idol groan into her mouth and sigh against her pleasantly. Her spine curled as she leaned in to her, stomachs rubbing, skin touching; Rise conformed to the shape of Weiss's torso as her lip was suckled and kissed. She did not know what her kissing experience was like, but that honestly did not matter as she swept in against her and pressed down hard.

Rise locked their mouths together as Weiss pressed her tongue against her lips and ran across the length of them, drawing along and trying to get entry; they parted, offering acceptance, and then, her tongue was shoved inside with quick passion. It pressed down fast, filling the gap of her mouth in a heartbeat, and swept through that lip-locked cavern with hunger. There was no real sense of pace to it, more just an instinct movement of their bodies, but that was entirely fine.

The idol groaned as Weiss made out with her, tongue rolling, lips grinding, bodies pressing; the small room of the trailer making for a good excuse to get nice and tight. With skin flush together she made out with her mouth, lips pressing down, tongue rolling through the length of the cavern and pushing through the collected spit and drool with passion. It might not have been the most dignified thing to do, but she doubted that Rise wanted it calm and proper right then.

She indulged in the sloppiness of the kissing, loving that she could make out with her favourite idol. She kissed her full on the lips and raked her tongue along the insides of her mouth, and as Rise's tongue flicked and pushed out, she happily went with it, too. She worked against her, moving in dexterous, finesse-laden arcs, showing how good she was at kissing and happily exchanging saliva between them with each push and shove and press.

Her hands touched her waist and ran across the pert curve of it, moving up and down with raw passion. She touched and pressed and dug fingers into the skin was Rise shoved herself up against her, almost grinding across her body, and smooshed their lips together with eagerness. The sloppy make-out session saw saliva slurp and squish along the insides of their mouth, tugging and pressing and sucking and going at it hard.

She had her favourite idol in her hands, in her arms, pressed against her chest, and she absolutely was not going to pass that up. Her tongue rolled and pressed with fervent passion as she dove down and made out with her, lips locked, bodies flush, her hands digging into pert white skin and rolling along with smooth passion. She held her waist and smooshed lips down until they were flat, and her head rolled to get a better grip with each passing moment.

Lips tangled, mouthed pressed, noses brushed and chins aligned as they tried to get together, and they moved in to suckle and slurp away at her. Her tongue rolled through her mouth to draw through saliva and swap it evenly, engaging in a perfectly sloppy, messy session of kissing; nothing meant to convey emotion or love and only for passion and raw, hungry intensity.

Rise pulled back - or tried, but Weiss leaned in for another kiss. She held her there and locked her in place, prompting a wet, sloppy-sounding giggle from the idol. She pulled back again, soft pink lips rolling, and breathed out a husky sound. "Hey, sit down on the chair."

"Why?" Weiss asked, a chuckle in her breath. She wanted to keep on kissing, but Rise slid her hands up and along her chest to push against her shoulders.

"Because there's no room in here," Rise laughed, "and I want to sit in your lap."

Weiss looked down at her lips, then down at her hands, then down at her cleavage. "Yeah? And do what?"

"Do what?" Rise giggled as she sent her hands sliding down, rolling over her shoulders, across her chest, and down along the flat plane of her stomach. She raked across the white of her skin, moving down across Schnee perfection, until fingers snagged against her shots. She pulled, drawing the waistband down, and Weiss stared. It was something she likely should have stopped, but that wasn't even a consideration in her brain.

Rise tugged the waistband down around the weight of her cock, and in one smooth instant, she had the thick rod of meat bouncing free and into her palm. She giggled and cupped the thick, vascular shaft with a grin, and Weiss groaned at the sensation of her favourite idol's hand wrapped around her. She rumbled from deep in her chest at the pleasant sensation and really could not believe she was getting that lucky, but she was not about to complain - at all.

"I want to ride this dick you've been grinding against me," Rise said cutely, lashes fluttering, and Weiss sighed.

She wasn't sure she'd ever sat down so fast, but she did. She plopped herself down on the chair and leaned back, spine pressing against the spine, and sighed. She pulled her down with her, but Rise, still giggling, just winked and twisted around. Weiss just watched that idol-like snap to her hips and sway to the right, and she bit her lip as she recognized the flair of her idol routine in the beautiful gyrations of her body.

Of course, she was almost more interested in the shake and bounce of her ass as she swept around and flicked her waist out. Weiss stared at that gorgeous, plump curve, watching the shaking white mounds of her ass with pleasure, and sat back in that tiny, uncomfortable chair in the small, shitty trailer. There really wasn't much room at all, so when it came down to it, if Weiss was getting a bit of a private dance, she was a-okay with it.

"That is damned hot," Weiss sighed as Rise crawled back into her lap. The girl flicked her auburn hair around in an arc and smirked back at her, and with one hand she swept to grab her dick and hoist it up. Her hips wiggled as she aligned herself so smoothly, and with the other set of fingers she pulled on her bikini to drag it aside.

Weiss could not see much, but she didn't care: she had a fat ass waving in front of her, begging to be bounced. She bit her lip and sent her hands out to cup her waist, and she did little more than watch as Rise lowered herself onto the cock she braced. She knew she was about to get laid with her favorite idol, but right then, all she focused on was that pert curve of perfection trembling above her shaft.

"So big," Rise cooed as the head of the dick kissed her lower entrance. "I don't even think it can fit."

Weiss rumbled. "Why don't you try it?"

Rise giggled as she pressed back, preparing to ride the cock reverse cowgirl style. Weiss stared at her bubble-butt with fascination as the cock squished against her lower folds and drove against them with fold-squishing force, making her sigh pleasantly. It was a good touch, but all she cared about was holding her waist and watching as her favourite idol sank down so quick and smooth.

"Oh," Rise sighed as she dove down onto her dick, the bulbous head squishing against her wet folds to make them swell and stretch around her. She pressed down firmly, her weight dropping and her ass bouncing, and Weiss soaked in the amazing sight of it as the idol dropped herself down with an easy twist of her idol-hips; a simple, eager movement that saw the cock breach her core and push into her tunnel within seconds.

" Oh! " Rise groaned with indulgence as she shoved herself backward, driving an inch of the rock-solid cock into her cunt on that one press. With a low groan her hips delved down and shoved into her core, filling out walls with an immediate press and a shove, letting them squish out and stretch around the weight of her turgid shaft in a moment; in one easy moment she dropped, her hips moving, dropping, taking the dick into her with hungry ease.

Weiss groaned at the amazing feeling of it, but pussy wasn't even the best thing about it. She could almost care less about it, in fact, because just the idea of Rise falling into her lap and taking her dick was amazing alone. She watched it with lust, saw her ass shake and her hips sway, and she bit her lip with pleasure at the feeling of those tight walls pressing around her so quickly and so suddenly. She groaned with barely suppressed pleasure as the feeling swept over her, and she settled into another pit of depravity as it just happened.

"God," Rise whined, "It feels bigger in my pussy than it did against my ass…"

Weiss grumbled happily as she stroked her hips and watched her ass descend; several full, thick inches of meat pressing into her snatch all at once, working walls out around her with a smooth press. She admired the sight of Rise with lust and watched with awe as she descended, taking a good three or so inches at a smooth, rolling pace; then another still, filling her snatch out with inches of that turgid meat.

"And you feel as good as I imagined," Weiss laughed throatily. "Are you gonna grind on my cock like before, Rise?"

Rise's lips flicked and her hips wiggled from side to side, squishing the weight of her dick against her tight inner walls. She let out a mewling breath as she moved, shifting and squeezing with intimate passion, and groaned with barely suppressed delight as she moved. She stirred her pussy up with those shallow inches of meat she'd taken, but it was more than enough for her to take pleasure in it. The simple sensations alone got her to sigh and groan, and the more she felt it, the more she indulged.

"That's the plan," Rise hummed. "I do like grinding on a good dick."

Weiss laughed, but it was a throaty, thick noise. She watched as Rise's ass bounced in time with the shifting of her hips, and she stared with lust as the flesh trembled as she rose up with surprising finesse - the athleticism and skill demanded by her idol lifestyle for sure. It was a pleasant thing to see and experience, and she lavished in it as inches of her throbbing girlcock were extracted from her tight snatch.

Inches rolled out of her until only the head squished against her walls, but it did not budge further than that. Rise's hand remained tight around it as she moved, and within seconds her waist flexed and her hips dove down for a second run. She penetrated herself with a smooth press, filling the both of them with heady pleasure. They groaned in unison as the idol sank down onto her spear of a cock, inches of it piercing through her snatch and stretching out walls pleasantly.

She dove down hard and fast, taking the stiffness into her at a pace she was well-accustomed to. It was not deep, granted, and she stopped halfway down as her natural tightness hit a limit, but that was fine by Weiss. She simply indulged in the blissful sensation of a snug cunt wrapped around her and groaned at the plentiful bouncing of assmeat in front of her. She only watched, however, her hands stroking her hips without doing anything serious, and let it happen.

It was her own personal show, a striptease, and something she lavished in. She sighed as Rise's hips rolled with idol-like finesse and stirred up her snatch around the weight of it, shifting the wet walls around and grinding down on the turgid slab of cockmeat she'd taken. She proudly and enthusiastically mewled as she sent it roiling, and her ass twerked and shuffled with each enthusiastic sweep and push and press.

"So big," Rise cooed with idol-like passion, and Weiss simply sat back and enjoyed the reverse cowgirl action. She could have done a lot more, but honestly, all she wanted was to admire Rise's ass bouncing in her lap and her idol skills going to work taking dick. "Wow…"

She rose up again with a sigh and a soft roll of her waist, moving along the weight of her turgid meat and stroking her insides with it all. The vascular length ground across cunt walls as she moved along, shifting the wetness and pressing across everything in reach. Rise mewled at her touch, and Weiss groaned far more intensely at the amazing sensations of it all - but mostly just admired the way that the idol moved as she got into it.

"You're so big inside of me," Rise groaned with enthusiasm as her hips rolled atop the cock, grinding against her head for a brief moment before taking it right back inside. Her hips twerked up and down her cock with rising enthusiasm as she moved, taking it just a smidge deeper inside with every drop and rising with ever-more finesse as she rose up. Her hips rolled left and tight, swaying in mesmerizing arcs, almost dancing along her dick - and Weiss was in love.

"You look great," she groaned, and she meant it. The way that Rise moved was amazing, and she adored it. Her hips twerked and swayed, bouncing her cute bubble butt against her cock with enthusiastic passion. They swayed left and right as she descended, grinding tight walls against her shaft in all the right ways, then rolled up on shift the wetness all across her with a lewd squelch and a slurp.

"Oh, wow," Rise kept on groaning as she twerked her hips and bounced in her lap, riding dick like she was putting on a show. "Wow - wow - "

The flesh of her ass wobble and bounced in front of Weiss's eyes, and for once, all she did was stare and admire the lewdness on offer in front of her without touching, groping, or slapping. She wanted to, but she also wanted to simply admire the amazing sight of her favourite idol twerking on top of her rod with each flick and writhe of her hips. Weiss felt the muscles working beneath the skin as she moved and she enjoyed the delicious snugness rolling against her dick, and she loved it.

"That's it," She coaxed, "You're amazing, Rise -"

Her idol hips rolled and bounced, rising up the dick and then shoving down to jam the thick rod into her snug sheath. The heavy meat rolled and pressed against her, the weight of it filling out walls and shoving them aside; the back and forth twitches and sways only made it better still, massaging her pink pussy against the weight of her meat with each enthusiastic press and twitch. She practically danced on her dick, and Weiss was in love.

All she did was sit back and watch as Rise did all the work in bouncing on her rod. She could have helped her along, but she chose to merely indulge in the lewdness as it happened. She stared at those hips saying and twisting and bouncing on her lap, each girl and flex seeing walls shift against her walls and stretch them out, and sighed pleasantly for it.

"Bounce those hips," she encouraged, "Dance on my cock."

Rise did. Her moans filled the little trailer a little enthusiastically, washing around with soft puffs and eager noises. She mewled and squeaked as she rode the biggest dick in her life, her hips rolling and twisting with finesse even so. She danced on the shaft, her waistline rolling and writhing, the muscles flexing as she worked herself. Insides twisted and squished wetly with each movement she made, and Weiss groaned more and more with pleasure.

She cupped that flexing muscle and watched her plump ass bounce and bob in her lap. The flesh rose and fell in pleasing arcs in time with her dancing hips, and seeing all that assflesh bob and wobble was a happy thing. She stared with eager eyes as it all jiggled, and even if Rise's pace was far tamer than half the people Weiss slept with, she did not fault it; it was still amazingly hot and exactly what she could have wanted out of it.

Really, she could have done a lot more: slapped or groped, pulled on her waist to fuck her in her lap, or push her flat against the vanity and hammered her pussy, but instead, she sat back and let the show happen. It was too good to pass up, and having Rise dance in her lap like it was a personal show was amazing. She watched her hips twist and bob, saw them sway, and indulged in the tight press of her squishy pussy just as much as bouncing assmeat.

How long it lasted, it was hard to say. Bounces and bobs, sways and twists, Rise rode her shaft like she was on stage performing for a crowd. It was an amazing feeling, and one that Weiss indulged in with fingers clasped tight and her breath sighing out. She stared at bouncing assless and admired the twist and sway of her waist as she moved, loving every last second of it. The dip of the idol's spine, the flopping of her hair, the finesse that she used - it was all amazing in its own way.

It wasn't the fastest or deepest fucking she'd had by far, but it still got her cock throbbing pleasantly in moments. She massaged her hips and watched her dance for moments at a time, letting her cock throb harder and harder as her deliciously snug pussy worked across her length with eager force. Rise whined and squeaked more and more as she twerked on her dick, grinding against it with enthusiastic passion, her pace only becoming more lethargic as her energy decreased.

"So good," Rise mewled, her voice weaker and thicker. She rode the cock and twerked her ass back, sending the flesh bouncing and rippling with each sweep; her spine curled and her head tossed back to send auburn hair cascading outward, making her look sloppier than ever. Weiss indulged even as her dick throbbed harder and faster, bringing her to the edge

"I'm close," Weiss groaned, and at that, Rise let out a thick, cooed gasp.

"I want it," Rise whined, hips shifting fast, "I want it - I want it in my mouth -"

Weiss just groaned as Rise popped off her cock in a mesmerizing twist, flipped herself around, and dropped to her knees. Her mouth surrounded her throbbing prick in less than a second, and the warmth of her mouth, though less pleasant than her pussy, was still great; and as her idol-head of hair bobbed and slurped on her dick in a quick, sudden blowjob, she couldn't hold back.

Cum spurted into Rise's mouth less than a second later, washing through the eagerly slurping tunnel with warmth. Hot, gooey ropes of seed launched against her lapping tongue and across the lining of her cheeks, painting them over in white. The warm, virile release spattered across her mouth in a wave as Weiss's log of a dick unloaded itself, and as the white-haired girl groaned in triumphant pleasure, Rise mewled with shock at the load she had to take.

She took it all the same, though, and her mouth slurped on her pulsating prick as she took her load down. Thick, mechanical gulps rang out as she swallowed down hot gushes of seed, tugging it into her stomach and slurping it up with eagerness. Her eyes focused down on the meaty shaft of white that she had lodged between her lips and simply sucked, drawing down loadfuls of gooey baby-batter directly out of Weiss's balls.

Weiss groaned pleasantly as she emptied out her load into her favourite idol's mouth, filling it with hot, creamy seed. Rise slurped and gurgled around it with awkward pleasure, struggling to properly handle or take the sheer volume of gooey release but trying her best to do it anyhow. She packed her cheeks out with swirling baby-batter as she so awkwardly tried to suck it down, and Weiss could hear those mechanical gulps moment by moment.

But she loved it. She had Rise Kujikawa on her knees, slurping on her dick and suckling on cum, and it felt amazing. The sight alone was more than enough to get her rocks off, nevermind the pleasure of it. That was an added bonus, and getting to feel her mouth slurp and suckle on her dick while she swallowed down cum was just the best way to end off a private dance show from the best idol she knew.

Amazing, Weiss thought.

"Amazing," she voiced a moment later. "So good."

Rise pulled on her cock, lips wrapped around the head, and slurped loudly. She lifted her eyes up to stare at her, matching her gaze, and then popped off with an exaggerated noise. She licked her lips, wiped her saliva-slicked mouth with the back of her wrist, and smiled up at her.

"Whoa, Weiss," Rise said thickly. "That was a lot."

"Blame you for being so sexy."

Rise giggled. "I just wish we had more room. Can't have any fun in here."

Weiss licked her lips and winked at her. "Oh, I think we can make some space…"

"Maybe tomorrow?" Rise asked. With one hand she reached out for a pen, and she, too, added to the numbers marking Weiss's skin as she scribbled out her digits. "You and me?"

Weiss raised her brow. "Why not now?"

"Well, I think I'm going to be busy for the rest of the day," Rise laughed. "And I don't think you want to get kicked out."

"We can run away," Weiss suggested hopefully.

Rise giggled. "Tomorrow. Call me?"

Weiss rose from her seat and pulled her pants around her satisfied cock. "Trust me, that'll be the first thing I do."

Weiss was basically on cloud nine for the next half hour. The fact that she had fucked her favourite celebrity only hit her well after the fact, and it rocked around her head and made her smile dizzily. It was a great feeling and a great memory, and with Rise's number now securely tucked away, she was likely to get a piece of famous Kujikawa ass at least one more time; a wonderful memory to mark her time there.

Now she was on her way to the bar, ready to get the drink she had been craving since she was pulled aside by some random ass producer. The drinks on set were nothing like what she wanted, and with her need for alcohol in full swing and her cock pleasantly buzzed, she made a beeline toward the bar. She barely even checked people out as she walked, that was how high she felt right then.

It also meant that she wasn't paying attention at all, and when a blur in a red swimsuit and a crimson bow flashed around a corner, Weiss reacted way too slowly. The girl, too, was moving far too fast for her to stop herself, and they smacked together nearly at full-speed. The girl squeaked and rebounded away from her, but it was Weiss that was knocked flat on her ass. She rocked, landed, and huffed, feeling the hard concrete jar her very bones.

Weiss groaned and clicked her tongue. The last thing she wanted was for someone to smack right into her and knock her on her ass, and before even considering tending to her sore skin she hissed and prepared to yell at the unruly person that had so annoyingly walked into her. It was something she was well accustomed to, after all; even if she wasn't carrying any Dust around, she still wanted people to pay attention.

Only, she didn't yell. Unlike the first time she met Ruby, when faced with a second red-themed girl, her mouth went tight, her mouth went dry, and her glare froze on her face. The girl, still rubbing her head, had the absolutely cutest expression on her face, and when Weiss ran her eyes along that face and across her bikini-clad body, she could only think about how cute she was. Overwhelmingly so, cute as a button, adorable and soft-looking.

Black hair that hung down in a sweep, a cute red bow on top of her skin, an even cuter red swimsuit tucked around a modest, pale body warmed by the sun, and a gorgeously cute face that was all round and soft and smooth. She was adorably perky-looking, a slightly curvier version of Ruby Rose herself, and Weiss reconsidered the 'yelling at her' angle for something much more smooth.

"Sorry," Weiss apologized on instinct, even though she was the one on the ground. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Oh, no, I'm so sorry!" The girl squeaked cutely, bending at the waist and offering Weiss a hand to get up - only, Weiss was a touch busy staring into her cleavage to immediately respond. "I'm sorry, that was my fault! I was, uhm, I wasn't paying attention - !"

"No, really it's okay," Weiss dismissed with a laugh, though she happily took her hand and lifted herself to her feet. The dark-haired girl was short, but still had about an inch on Weiss - but she didn't mind too much. Up close, she was seriously cute, and she approved. "I don't mind having cute girls walk into me."

The girl laughed, but it was awkward, almost strained. The girl picked her up and tugged her to her feet, but she was buzzing with energy, almost as if still in a rush. "Still, sorry! It's my fault, my fault. Uhm -"

"What's wrong?" Weiss asked her, voice rolling. "Is something wrong? You seem to be in a major hurry."

"Huh? Oh, uh, well. You know." The girl laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of her head. She didn't seem to care that Weiss was so close, and that was fine by her. "I was, well - Iwaslookingforsomething."

Wow, Weiss thought. She even talks like Ruby. Huh.

"Looking for something, is it?" Weiss raised a brow and made a show of looking around. "Here?"

"No, I - well, I'm not sure!" The girl chirped. She energetically bounced on her heels and rocked backward and forward, Uhm, well. By Baron Bunny, I, well, I lost it. I'm not sure where, so, uh - Yeah! I've been running around everywhere for it."

"Baron Bunny?" Weiss repeated with a frown. "Is this… a real bunny, or…"

"No, it's not, but, well -" The girl pulled a face. "Ijustreallyneedtofindhim!"

"I see." Weiss didn't, but that was okay. The girl was seriously cute, and even if Weiss really wanted a drink… well, Weiss felt bad. The desperation in her voice and the anxiousness in her step made her sympathize, and she realized that she wanted to help her. It wasn't entirely altruistic, not when a girl was as cute as her, but Weiss was only half-thinking with her dick right then.

I can spare some time helping her, she thought. Helping a cutie isn't a bad thing, and Ruby is always telling me to be nicer.

"I can help you look," Weiss offered less than a second later, an easy smile on her face. "I don't mean helping a cute girl like you out for a bit."

The girl beamed. "W-wait, really?! Oh, that would be awesome !"

Weiss didn't expect her to be so eager, much less to wrap her arms around her in a hug, but she really wasn't complaining. It was perfectly okay by her, and she hummed as she felt those arms wrap around her waist and tug her in.

"Don't mention it," Weiss occurred smoothly. "Just lead the way."

The girl pulled herself away. "Sure! Oh! And I'm Amber, by the way!"

The girl talked way too fast and far to animatedly, but Weiss was too experienced with Ruby to let that phase her. "Amber, huh? Cute name. I'm Weiss."

Amber frowned. "Ice?"

Weiss resisted the urge to sigh or grimace. "Weiss. With a W."

"Oh! Okay." Amber stepped back and put her fists on her hips proudly. "Alright, Weiss! Let's get scouting!"

"Scouting? Sure." Weiss shook her head. "You might want to describe what I'm looking for, however."

"Right!" Amber clicked her fingers. "Well - "

They found 'Baron Bunny' about twenty minutes later: a round, rotund sort of doll with bunny ears made into a sort of facsimile of Amber herself, or some such. It was hard to tell. All Weiss knew was that she had been scouting around on the boardwalk when she saw a disturbance of seagulls up in the treeline, and then, when she scanned about, saw the object perched along a treebranch.

So, naturally, she pointed it out and asked if that was it, and Amber, beaming, nodded excitedly. "Baron Bunny!"

Then, Amber ran as if to climb the tree, and Weiss stopped her short. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to climb the tree," she said, and Weiss just stared at her.

"You're going to fall and break something."

Amber laughed. "Not at all! I do this all the time. I've climbed like, giant cliffs and stuff!"

"I…" Weiss squinted. "No, really, I'll go and grab it, alright?"

The dark-haired girl cocked her head and sent her ribbon bouncing. "Really? I can -"

"No, no," Weiss assured her with rumbling smoothness. She wanted to impress the girl, and that was exactly what she meant to do. "Trust me, I've got techniques. "

That was how Weiss found Amber cheering her on as she used her very important Semblance for the very silly task of creating a staircase to the top of the tree like some damned mystical fairy princess or something. It was entirely undignified to use her hereditary powers in such a manner, but it certainly drew the attention of everyone around - and with firm, confident steps, Weiss simply stepped on her Glyphs and rose to the Baron-Bunny with smirking triumph.

She grabbed it, fought off the seagulls that were so strangely fixated on the bunny, and hoisted it up to the cheering Amber below.

"Go Weiss!" She shouted, and Weiss smirked with pride.

Then, Baron Bunny exploded in a display of flashing red sparks and fire.

It sent her flying and, before Weiss knew it, she was back down on the ground, smacking into the sand at the edge of the boardwalk with a dizzying thud. Her breath left her lungs in a pained rush and her head went entirely blank in one fell swoop; her body, toppled..She literally had no idea what had just happened, and like getting struck by a bolt of lightning, she stood there and wheezed.

"What," she gasped in a painful rush, "the fuck."

"I'm sorry I forgot it would do that!" Amber squeaked as she huddled over her, running her hands all up and down Weiss's head and face to check her out. "Are you okay?! Are you hurt!? How many fingers am I holding up?!"

" Dust," Weiss wheezed, "Fuck."

" I'm so, so sorry!" Amber apologized, her hands running along her face. "I forgot to -"

" WHY DID IT EXPLODE?!"

"It's a trick!" Amber whined. "I mean, you're okay though!"

"WHAT FUCKING KIND OF TRICK IS THAT?"

"A fun one!"

"Fuck me!" Weiss swore she coughed up smoke as she half-lifted herself from her sandy cushion. "If I didn't have my Aura I really wouldn't be okay!"

"Your -" Amber blinked. "Your what?"

Weiss stared, squinted, then shook her head. She did not feel the need to explain the mechanics of an Aura to someone that didn't get it, and neither did she need to explain how it felt drained down to half-strength as a result of the fall and the hit. She could only thank the Maidens that she had what was essentially a personal shield to protect her.

"Nevermind," she grumbled. "Damn… Damn. I need a damned stiff drink to handle this…"

"No, no, you know what you need?" Amber swiped white hair away from Weiss's forehead and seemed to check her temperature - or something. "You need some ice. "

"I don't want ice," Weiss protested. "I want a drink."

"You need ice," Amber said, then pointed with her finger to what looked like a beachside tiki bar - or something. Weiss didn't know, but she did know an alcohol stand when she saw one. "It'll be a jiffy, okay? Then we'll get you all patched up!"

"I -" Weiss stared into Amber's seriously cute face, then shook her head and licked her lips. She was a cutie, and even if Weiss was pissed at her exploding bunny trick, the cute-ness overwhelmed her anger. "Alright, fine. Ice and a drink."

They stumbled on over, with each of Weiss's steps more awkward than the last. Her ankles felt weak and her legs a bit twisted, making it a bit hard for her to move without Amber's assistance; the hit had been strong. Even with her aura tanking the hit it was enough to knock her down, and she needed a pick-me-up for sure - so, the moment she stepped up to the bar, she waved her fingers at the bartender and made herself loud and clear.

"Hey!" She shouted. "Get me - get me one of those martini things, you know, the thing -"

"And a pack of ice!" Amber asked, cutting right over Weiss.

The dude nodded. Weiss groaned thankfully as he went about it, but Amber very determinedly sat her own on a chair and sat down right beside her. "Hey, look, are you okay, Weiss -"

"Fine, I'm fine, I just need a drink in me," Weiss grumbled, still in a bit of a daze. She stared and blinked as the ice-pack arrived first, and she hissed as the coolness hit her forehead; Amber stubbornly cradling her face like a child and nursing her like a baby. The cold itself didn't bother her anywhere near as much as the actions did, and that was what annoyed her. "Look, I'm fine -"

"No, no, just let me take care of you," Amber said stoically. "Outrider Amber is here to help!"

"That's not… uhg ," she sighed. She hissed as Amber moved the ice around. "Fine, fine…"

The drink arrived, set in front of her, and Weiss eagerly reached out for the glass - only to find Amber's hand batting her away. "What's that for?!"

"You shouldn't drink in such a state," the cute girl said with conviction, and Weiss gaped at her.

"What?"

"See! You clearly have a concussion."

Weiss groaned. "That is absolutely not the case, okay -"

She reached for the glass again, but Amber pushed it aside. "No."

"You - I would like my drink -"

Amber scooped the drink up, tossed her head back, and drank a good fifth of it - barely anything, but enough. Her nose immediately scrunched up and her face twisted with distaste,but she made her point as the Heiress gaped in shock. "Now you can't drink it."

Weiss sputtered. "W-what the hell - !"

"Just let me take care of you, okay?" Amber said as soothingly as she could, and then pushed on Weiss's head. "Let Outrider Amber handle this."

Amber pressed her right down and all but shoved her into her lap, and Weiss squeaked as she realized that the girl was letting her use her thighs as pillows. She was letting her rest her head in her lap like it was a cushion, and she gaped in shock more than anything else at the utterly shameless action right there in the bar - but Amber did it willingly as she iced her forehead to check if she was okay.

She even hummed a soothing tone under her voice as she did it, and if nothing else, Weiss seriously had to thank whatever Maiden, godling, or thing allowed that to happen, because resting her head in a cute girl's lap was divine. The fact that Amber had amazing thighs just made it better: deliciously tight, toned, and fit, with the right amount of plush softness to make them appetizing, and she was in love.

Huh, Weiss thought pleasantly, her brain still stunned. So this does feel that good. Gotta get the others to let me try this…

She sighed as she rested in Amber's lap and let her ice her head, suddenly okay with not getting her drink as she rested on her heavenly thighs. The sensation was pleasant and soothing, and having a cute girl dote on her was… nice. It was definitely something she could get used to, and the view was just as great as the feeling. She could look up, see Amber's fit stomach, stare at the curve of her breasts under a red bikini, and then at her adorably cute face above - quite the sight.

"See?" Amber said soothingly, her hand running along Weiss's face as the icepack rested on her forehead. "Isn't this nice?"

"I guess," Weiss replied, keeping herself nice and cool in the face of it all. She watched rather curiously as Amber lifted Weiss's drink again and, with her nose scrunched up, took another sip of it before putting it down.

"Just relax," Amber chirped, "and you'll feel better in no time!"

"I'll need to lay in your lap for a bit," Weiss teased.

Amber just nodded. "Sure thing!"

Weiss smirked. She watched the girl's underboob swell with each breath and watched her cute face peer down at her. She felt her hands move along her body, rising up and falling down to make sure that she was okay. For the first minute it was all innocent touching and friendly reassurance, nothing that could be considered weird or crossing any boundaries.

Amber picked up her drink again in the next minute and took a careful sip, then set it down. Weiss watched with curiosity and growing amusement as the girl drank again, then a third time still, taking quick sips that quickly built up. Why she did it, Weiss did not know; but it was frankly amusing for her to watch the cute girl very, very slowly get through the glass, reaching the halfway mark only after a good four minutes or so.

With it came a blushing of cheeks and a gentle flushing of her expression. The girl blinked a few times as she took another sip, then let out a yelping little yawn. She fidgeted, her thighs squirming beneath Weiss's head, and her hands moved along her body a bit more freely; not quite just touching her face to massage and reassure, but dipping down past her shoulders to move along her torso.

Weiss did nothing, of course. She got to lean in a girl's lap and feel their comfortable plushness while watching her drink, so she really could not mind her getting a bit handsy - and that only increased the more that Amber drank and gulped down alcohol like a first-timer. Weiss was not sure why it was, but her face flushed more and more and got redder as she buried herself in the cup, and by the time it was down, she was entirely red.

"Whoa," Amber gooed. Her hands moved up and down along Weiss's body - at least, as far as she could reach - and traversed across the leanness of her stomach and over the gentle weight of her chest to cup and caress. She got handsy purely because she could, all without conscious thought, and Weiss just laid there with smug enjoyment.

Weiss indulged in it with nothing but a grin. "Enjoying yourself, Amber?"

"Mhm!" The girl squeaked, face red. "That was - hey. What was in that drink?"

"Huh?" Weiss laughed. "Alcohol, I'd wager."

"Whoa." Amber nodded seriously. "Strong."

It really wasn't, and Weiss knew it. It wasn't strong enough to get her drunk, at least, so Amber must have seriously been a lightweight just to get tipsy off of one drink - or more so, it was hard to tell. Her face was way too red for just one drink and her hands moved far too freely to be considered innocent, but Weiss did not mind if a girl wanted to feel up her stomach or her tits or run across her shorts; it was pleasant, and Amber was hot.

"Sure," Weiss agreed with a grin. "But now I'm starting to wonder who's actually feeling well, huh?"

"I'm a little woozy!" Amber giggled, her voice coming out in a puff. "Maybe I took a fall?"

Weiss laughed. "Maybe you drank too much?"

"I only had one glass!" Amber protested, then hiccuped. "O-oh…"

Weiss grinned, winked, and sat up straight. "Aw, that is adorable."

Amber gasped as Weiss swung herself around to put the two of them face-to-face, close enough for her to smell her breath. The cutie made a noise at her proximity and flushed even more, which was something Weiss appreciated. It also meant that she could tease her just a bit, nudge the interaction in a direction of her choosing, so she brought her hand up and set it against her forehead with a coy touch.

"Who needs to be taken care of now, hm?" Weiss purred. "You're so warm, Amber."

"W-weiss," Amber whined. "Don't t-tease! It's - it's stronger than it looks!"

She hiccuped again, making Weiss chuckle fondly. "Cute."

Amber flushed. "You're teasing me."

"Just a bit," Weiss laughed. "But with a cutie in my arms, how can I help myself?"

Amber pouted, making her look even more cute. Still, with her body cradled by Weiss, she shifted in her grip; her own hands were still on her, making it easy to slide them up and down along her frame. She remained handsy even then, and the Heiress hummed at the sensation. It was definitely pleasant and definitely hot, and even if she knew Amber was drunk, she enjoyed it.

"You are so drunk," Weiss told her.

Amber hiccuped. "I am not!"

"You're literally running your hands all over me." Weiss winked. "I know I'm attractive, but this is excessive."

"Well - well." Amber puffed her cheek out. "Maybe…"

Weiss laughed. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not one to take advantage of drunk hotties. Let me take you back to your room, okay? You'll be safe there."

"I - uhm." The black-haired beauty considered her words. "Okay."

Weiss stood up, offered her arm, and Amber followed her. She immediately toppled right over and landed on her face, then groaned. The sight was hilarious, but Weiss stifled a laugh as she leaned over to help her up.

"I… don't think I can walk properly, Weiss," Amber groaned.

"I'll handle it," Weiss said with a laugh. She scooped the slender girl up into her arms, and despite her utter lack of upper body strength, all Amber had was muscle-weight; she was small and slender too, so it was not as hard as it otherwise looked. She picked her up, hiked her into the air, and pulled her into her arms; then swung her around to bring her into a princess carry.

"O-oh!" Amber gasped pleasantly. "W-wow!"

Weiss winked. "Just tell me where to go."

"Whoa," Amber breathed, and stared the entire way. Even if Weiss found that look attractive, she knew the last thing she would do was fuck a drunk girl.

Weiss made out with Amber as she shoved the door to her room closed, their lips pressed tight and their tongues tangling. They had been kissing for the last few minutes straight and, without hesitation, settled into it with lustful fervour. Hands were all over one another's bodies, touching and caressing and scraping everything in reach, trying to explore their curves and their dips.

Weiss pushed Amber down against the bed of her hotel room without any hesitation and followed along with her, their lips connected in a long, lustful makeout session where neither of them came up for air or stopped to make sense of it. Their tongues danced with lewd, slurping passion, shifting the syrupy fluid inside and happily swapping it between the two of them. Amber's drunkenness made the kiss nice and sloppy, and Weiss wanted nothing more from it.

She pushed her down against the bed and settled on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pushing them down flat. She didn't know why she did it, only that she did; and she kissed her full on the mouth and tight against her lips, sloppily trading saliva and messily moving tongues together. Lips parted for bare instants to take breaths before Weiss dove down again and kissed her, making sure to cover her mouth entirely and leave no space for anything else.

But then her hands left her and she sent her hands sliding down, once more running along the curves of Amber's body. She squeezed her chest and bent her breasts around in her palms, moving the red cloth around with an easy motion, and drew a moan from Amber's lips. More of a mewl, really, but she enjoyed it all the same. She reciprocated with eager groans of her own, letting them wash around the girl's mouth.

They kissed hard, but kissing did not last long. Their hands moved across each other's flesh, rubbing and caressing, moving to cup and squeeze. As Amber fidgeted on the bed beneath her hips bucked and her legs spread, and Weiss's, in turn, moved in; she swept her knee between parted thighs to apply pressure, and drew out a sloppier, wetter sound; and it made Weiss grin against her and hum deep under her breath.

"Please," Amber groaned against her lips.

"You want it?" Weiss husked, and Amber nodded rapidly.

"Yeah."

Weiss licked her teeth and grinned. "Don't need to ask me twice."

She pulled on Amber's swimsuit in an instant, dragging it down to bear the slick folds of a horny cunt in one instant of motion - and at the same time, brought her hand around to grab her cock. She pulled it out and let it flop down against the mound of her partner's pelvis, drawing out an eager whimper and a gasp; Weiss was not yet done, though. She pressed down and over her, mounting her in a heartbeat, her cock gliding along smooth skin as she grabbed her legs and hoisted them around her slim waistline.

In a heartbeat, Weiss mounted the girl in a sort of mating press. She had her legs around her hips, she pressed her arms down, and she slid on top of her with an easy motion. She knew Amber was drunk, but they were also horny; Spring Break was a time for mistakes. She did not hesitate to slide her cock down and press it against Amber's entrance, ready to fuck her silly. The warmth she felt there only solidified her choice.

"Wait," Amber protested very quickly, making Weiss blink and halt.

"What?"

"Do you have a condom?"

"A - no," Weiss told her. She hadn't thought of a condom all week. The word barely made sense to her. "I don't."

"I-It's not a safe day," Amber whined. "So - so you gotta pull out, right?"

Weiss considered it. She thought about what she would do, and what she was likely to do once she was balls deep in Amber's sweet pussy. Then, she cocked her head and shrugged. "I don't think I can try and pull out of a pussy as nice as yours. And, to be honest, I want to paint this pussy in white."

Amber went red. Weiss didn't even care; the words she said were ridiculous, but she realized she wanted it more than she could express. She really wanted to pump a load into her and see if she could breed her, and that urge stuck with her even as she kept on speaking.

"But if you get pregnant," Weiss told her. "I'll take responsibility. I'm very wealthy, too, so you shouldn't worry."

Amber considered it just as intently as Weiss did, then groaned. "Fuck it, okay, fuck me, Weiss!"

She wrapped the legs that were set around her hips right around her waist and tucked her ankles into the small of her back to lock down tight, almost as if begging her to plow her and cum inside; and even if that was just Weiss's libido speaking she was entirely happy to be bred. It didn't matter, really, and Weiss just pressed down, rolled her waist, and urged her dick up against her sodden slit.

Weiss carelessly slammed the hard weight of her dick inside, slamming the turgid length into the girl's delicious cunt and groaning in surreal enjoyment. Amber was hot, tight, and wet in all the right ways, just the perfect definition of a juicy teenage pussy, and it left her sighing. Her cock was hugged by walls that seemed as sloppy and drunk as the girl herself was, and the juices soaked into her with luxurious intensity in just a few seconds of motion.

"Wow!" Amber groaned out drunkenly, her breath leaving her in a sloppy-sounding rush. "O-oh, gosh!"

She squeaked as Weiss pressed down a bit stronger on her legs and more fully captured her in the mating press. The white-haired girl moved almost purely on instinct, settling into that rough motion with eagerness, and worked her dock down as she pressed over the mating-pressed girl. It was almost feral, but she didn't really care right then. The enjoyment of the moment mattered more to her than any sense of calmness or pacing, and she buried herself inside eagerly to feel more of it.

Her turgid cock slammed inside as she brought her hips to bear, and she filed out chaste walls with the thick weight of her meat in a rush. Inches of it drove into her silken furrow to spread her love-tunnel out wide, and the walls clamped down less than a second later to provide a nice, snug fit. Every bit that she pushed through felt a touch tighter than the last, a bit more soft and a bit more narrow, and that enjoyment filled her veins.

"Fuck," Weiss grunted. "Tight. So tight."

She rocked her hips as she adjusted her stance, working around the legs that were spread around her thighs and the calves that had tucked across the small of her back. They were tight around her, just a smidge too much so for easy movement, but that was fine - Weiss could adjust. The way she rolled her hips was more than enough to make the girl mewl breathlessly, after all, and as she stabbed her cock in deep, she left the drunken teen shuddering.

"H-holy cow, Weiss," Amber groaned out drunkenly. "Y-you feel so big!"

"I am big," Weiss replied with a self-confident husk. Her hips rolled as she settled on top of her in a proper, if sloppy, mating press, and even without all of her cock buried inside, she began to move. "I'm great at stretching out cuties like you."

She pulled back hard and fast, dragging her thick, veiny prick out of her clamping snatch. In a rush she tugged out of her, drawing her thick prick as far back as she could manage on that powerful backward drag. Sloppy, drunken juices roiled around her as she moved, and Weiss gave silent thanks to whoever made all these party girls so damned wet all the time; it felt amazing for her dick. The heat bathed her as she retracted and squelched as she moved, like music to her ears.

The sounds of Amber's moaning was far and away nicer, however, and as she slammed forward and rocked her cock inside, she indulged in the sound of them. The girl squealed with sloppy passion as she was impaled by a thick slab of meat in a quick, furtive rush, impaling her sodden snatch and working walls out around her with force. Her insides took it gleefully, all bending and squishing against her with passion, and Weiss grunted with the amazing sensations of it.

Limbs tightened around her and allowed ankles to better hook into the small of her back, showing how eager Amber was. Her arms, too, flung across Weiss's slim shoulders to hug and cup the skin, tenderly stroking it. She hugged her like a damned koala as she clung to her, and that allowed Weiss to easily bring her hips to bear and swing them around for a nice, deep push that stretched her pussy out just perfectly.

"Weiss!" Amber groaned in a dizzy heap. "A-ah - !"

"So tight," Weiss groaned down at her, their heads roughly aligned as she mounted her in the best mating press she could. "Fuck, this is the kind of pussy I like to feel."

She pulled her hips back hard and fast, fighting off clinging, tightening limbs as she moved. She brought herself backward and drew the thick length of a cock out of her contracting pussy, sending walls rippling and roiling in her wake. The juices slurped and squelched out messily as her dick slid free, but the sounds got much sloppier when she thrust back down to smash her thick prick into the tightness of her pussy less than a second later.

An ocean of warmth that was all too eager to take her dick and enjoy it. It was as if Amber's pussy had never felt the like, and if that was true, Weiss thought it a shame – she deserved a pussy pounding on the daily. But if it was, Weiss happily took up the slack and pinned her down to mate her like a wild animal; totally happy to be her best fuck ever. Maybe it was pride, maybe it was passion, and ultimately, it didn't matter.

She drove herself down near to the hilt, then worked back with sudden, sloppy passion. She drew out of her in a rush, bringing her cock around with a wet gushing and a sloppy rush of juices, and stretched her tight pussy out around her just that much more. Walls fluttered and shivered as her dick extracted itself from their silken embrace, and puffy pussy folds clung to her length as she withdrew – only to squeeze down pleadingly, begging to be filled once again.

Weiss obliged. Her hips slammed down, rutting her long, turgid cock deep into her hungry snatch, filling her with inches of Schnee fuckmeat. The thick rod crashed down to fill her walls and stretch her pussy out around it, and Amber squealed at the pleasant sensation. Her legs tightened, her fingers clenched, and her tight little body writhed with effort as she absorbed the blow and indulge in it.

"Fuck!" Amber whined so enthusiastically. "Wow! So good!"

Her drunken pleasure made her mewl, cry out, and cling to Weiss, happy to absorb every thrust of her hips. Weiss provided with sloppy passion of her own, her hips moving hard and swinging fast to rut inches of hard girldick in and out of her pussy. The thickness of her shaft rolled across her walls to grind and stretch, and they hammered down to crash through her clinging embrace and ream it out around her. Long, deep strokes penetrated Amber and fucked her down into the bed, which suited them all just fine.

"So good," Weiss groaned, her hips spinning into hard motion. "Fuck, pussy is just so amazing..."

She dove down carelessly, reaming out the girl that had drunk too much and sloppily wanted to fuck. It was crude and far beyond Weiss's sensibilities as a Schnee Heiress, but her father was not there to police her and her status did not mean she couldn't have some crazy fun. She was the definition of 'girls gone wild' right then, and carelessly she sent her cokc hammering forward to extract every last bit of enjoyment she could out of it.

Hips swung and contacted with Amber's pelvis in thick, meaty thwaps. She buried herself down to the very base as she hammered forward, and their skin met with meaty thuds as she plunged into her with rough force. Her balls smacked across her slit as she pummeled her pussy before ripping herself free to continue the feral fuck-session, and all Amber did was mewl and cling to her harder still. With bodies flush and no space between them, the white-haired stud simply indulged in the lewdness.

"Fuck," she groaned. "Fuck -"

She slammed down and buried her dick into soft pussyflesh, enjoying the tightness and texture just as much as the soaking wetness. She was wet as sin, and fucking her hard dick through that gorgeous channel made it feel even more amazing. Juices churned and squelched around her bulk as she hammered down again, and again, adding to the feeling of silky tightness and clinging velvet, and the longer she went at it the better it seemed.

"Yes!" Amber mewled dizzily, her voice a daze. Her face got sloppier and sloppier the harder Weiss went at her, and her breath started to come gasping out in pants. "Y-yes – y-yes - !"

Her sloppy gasps of pleasure and her panted breaths made her even more cute, honestly. Weiss saw her drunken expression twist in pleasure in real-time, changing from concentration to pleasure to sheer overwhelming bliss, and even if it was a result of how much she'd had to drink and how much of a lightweight she was, it was still hot as sin. She loved seeing it just as much as she loved the limbs clinging to her, begging her to get in nice and deep, and Weiss kept at it just to enjoy more.

Again and again she crashed down, pounding her silken pussy as if she owned it. She fucked the total cutie as if she was Ruby, nailing her in the way she wanted to nail her girlfriend, and smacked her into the bed. Pelvises met with loud, ringing thuds that soon sounded like the clapping of a drum, and her balls swung into her core to add to the lewdness. Churns and squelches were as thick in the air as Amber's delirious moaning, a sound mixed between a wheeze and a pant, punctuated by Weisss's grunts of exertion.

"Like that?" She asked Amber, teasing her as she pounded her silky pussy. "Like my cock?"

Amber did not respond; she just took it with panting moans, and Weiss was all too happy to take advantage of that. She hammered into her hard and fast, dropping down again and again to impale her soft cunt and nailing her as fast as she could. She dropped her hips and sawed into her, plunging down and clapping skin together, and enjoyed every last lewd second of it.

Again and again she pounded into the mewling, wheezing Amber, her lust roaring in her ears. Legs and hands were tight around her as the girl clung to her body, but Weiss just kept on going. Her weight dropped as she hammered into her snatch and filled her to the brim, and soon, she felt her arousal soaring and building; too much to handle, too much to resist.

"Here it comes," she warned, but still, she earned no response. She didn't really care, though. She was almost shocked by how badly the urge struck her, but she almost wanted to blow her load inside; she wanted to cram her silky pussy full to the brim with cum and fill her womb to the brim. She wanted nothing more than to knock the cute girl up with a kid despite all of her better judgements telling her not to, and there was literally no holding back from that depraved urge.

In the next moment she was diving down and hammering her dick into her up to the very hilt - one last sheer drop that rammed Amber's body down into the bed and pinned it there like a lewd toy. Carelessly, Weiss grunted and held firm, balls tense and aching -

Seed shot out barely a second later. With a grunt and a groan, her cock exploded in release and started to spit out her hot strings of impregnating release into the slut beneath her all at once, plastering her sloppy, drunken snatch in seed. Bubbling waves of warmth surged out of her in a rush to find a new home inside of her body, clinging to the soft pink of well-fucked folds and soaking into the nooks and crannies of it as fast as possible.

Hot, slurping seed rushed along, moving to stain her entire pussy in white. She flooded the length of her snatch in seconds and sent it rushing right up against her cervix, where it then slurped and bashed the barrier like water crashing against rocks. Seed still found a way past, and every fertile drop of baby-batter that did so had a good enough shot of putting another Schnee into the world.

Weiss, though, honestly did not care. She held herself down, pinned Amber into the mating press, and abused that namesake to plaster her with warmth. As jizz soaked through her pussy and coated it in heat, the Heiress groaned with sexual indulgence. She sighed, rocked backward, and shifted her hips; she tugged out of her in a slow, steady sweep, even as her balls pumped out a few more strings of gooey goodness, and sighed.

"That was great," Weiss sighed as she lifted herself up from the press, if only slightly. "Yang's right. Spring Break is just an excuse to get laid and empty out balls…"

She blinked. She stared at Amber, but the girl was non-responsive. She was drooling, lips parted, eyes rolled up, clearly fucked absolutely silly and having been knocked out in the process. She was totally out of it, lost to the world, as unconscious as the ladies from that morning. Weiss only sighed at fucking yet another girl into a stupor, shook her head, and slumped.

"Alright," she said to herself. "Well, that's a thing… I suppose…"

She pulled out with a wet, syrupy slurp, her cock still hard and ready for action. She didn't do anything about it as she cleaned herself up then did the same for Amber, doing her best to get her clean and in a good position on the bed to avoid any drunken messes. She put a glass of water on the nightstand, set some basic pills she found in the first aid cabinet, and then, more belatedly, grabbed a pen and left her contact info on a piece of cardstock; she was serious about taking responsibility.

Was the idea awkward? Yeah, sure, she knew that. But, if it came down to it, she would take responsibility for the baby whether or not Amber wanted to be there or even if she just wanted money - Weiss could handle that. With that done, she turned on her heel, left the room, and stretched in the vague light of evening that washed through the windows.

Alright, she thought to herself, Now, time for that drink I've been craving. Is Yang still at the bar? I wonder.

Weiss had been craving her drink all day, and now that she was back at the original hotel bar, she was able to order it. Things were buzzing around the bar, too, the atmosphere lively as evening settled in once more. Weiss was not that bothered about being sequestered for an entire day on 'girls gone wild' since she got to fuck her favourite idol, so she just looked forward to her drink and relaxation.

As she put her order in and sat at the bar, she looked around the room. The partying was seriously at full swing with everyone dancing and grinding and twerking against one another on the dance floor or swaying on the beach to the light of bonfire, and now it brought a smile to her lips instead of a grimace. The late hour also brought out the more shameless acts, and she spotted at least three girls giving head and two people getting fucked in the barside area alone - and she didn't mind it one bit.

Before, she'd have a problem with it. Now, she was entirely fine with it, letting it roll over without a care. She knew she was being conditioned to perversion, decadence, and lewdness, but that was okay. She would take what she could get until the vacation was over, then get back to being an Heiress. Simple as that. It was all just exciting for the first time.

"Here," said the bartender, and Weiss turned around with a grateful sigh.

"Thanks," she said, "I've been waiting for this all da -"

She froze as she reached down into her board shorts. She looked, she stared, she flicked her eyes down, and then froze up. "Fuck."

The bartender raised a brow.

"I think I lost my wallet," she said with faint horror, her eyes wide. She looked down, looked at her pockets, pulled them out from her pockets, and saw that there was literally nothing there. "I… Must have dropped it…"

Eyes went wider still. Damn Baron Bunny… Amber, you're my most expensive lay so far!

The bartender reached for her drink, ready to pull it back for lack of payment.

"I - I'm sorry," Weiss said, her lips grimacing. "I can't -"

"It's on me," a new voice cut in, and Weiss blinked as she turned to the left. "And get another, bartender-dude!"

Weiss stared. The girl that took a seat beside her was nothing less than a bombshell cut from the same cloth as Yang Xiao Long: big, fat tits pressing against a pink bikini top and straining a sheer white cloth-knit top and a set of bikini bottoms meant to highlight a plump ass that squished softly as she set. She was all delicious thiccness, all plump and smooth and soft, the kind of body she could dig her fingers into and hammer away at.

She was hot. Not the best ass or tits she'd seen, but she had a ten out of ten body like Yang herself - just changing her muscle for sheer thiccness. Her round, heart-shaped face was a delight to look at, cute and beautiful in all the right places, and her twin tails of bubblegum pink hair was an oddity that only made her look more exotic. Really, from that alone, Weiss was hooked and ready to get laid.

The pinkette locked eyes with her, smiled, and winked. "Don't worry, I got you."

Weiss chuckled. "Thank you. That's very generous of you."

Another wink. "Don't mention it. I don't mind paying for a cute girl's drink."

Weiss's lips flicked up. She's hitting on me? Wonderful. That makes this easy.

"Convenient," Weiss drawled, "because I love getting drinks with cute girls."

Hilda laughed. "Wow, that is convenient!"

Weiss held out her drink in a salute. "Do I get to know the cute girl's name?"

"Hilda," the pinkette replied, similarly holding up her drink and knocking them together. "The rest is too much of a mouthful."

Weiss smirked. "You don't like mouthfuls?"

"Oh, I love mouthfuls," the girl teased easily, "Buuuuut only when they're fun. "

"Now you've got me curious," she flirted back.

Hilda hummed and took a drink. "Same - but only because you're playing mysterious."

"Ah." Weiss realized what she meant. "Weiss. Weiss Schnee."

"Well, Schnee," Hilda purred as she leaned against the counter with one arm, her big, heavy breasts pushing up against the edge, "you here alone?"

"For you? Absolutely."

Hilda giggled flirtatiously and wrapped a strand of pink around her finger. "That's so nice, Weiss. You seem really friendly. "

"Oh, all the girls have been telling me that," Weiss chuckled. She took a drink and almost groaned with how good it was after so long. At the same time she almost felt a prickle of suspicion along her spine, but pushed it aside. "But I'm willing to show you first-hand, if you'd like."

"I definitely like, " Hilda hummed flirtatiously, her finger working hair around in a teasing arc. Her eyes raked up and down as she clearly checked Weiss out, and it was entirely mutual; she looked her over with appreciation, taking in her bouncing tits beneath her shirt and against her bikini. "Everyone here isn't interesting enough, you know? Hard to find someone fun to hang with."

"Depends on what kind of hanging we're talking about, but sure, I might be inclined to agree." Weiss winked and brought her glass up. "I'm always looking for beautiful girls to have fun with, and I've gotta say, you really have the competition beat out."

"Girl, where I'm involved, there is no competition."

Weiss grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. "I can see. You're… fun. "

Hilda winked. "Yeah, big tits do that to a girl."

"Honestly, I was going to say it was your thicc thighs, but the tits are amazing too."

Hilda laughed, reached out, and raked a finger along her arm. "Oh, you are fun -"

Weiss's eyes flicked off to the left. She felt the stare well before she saw it, but when she looked just the right way, she saw her. There was a blue-haired girl standing some meters off to the left, sitting at a table by herself, just… watching. Glaring, almost. Her eyes were piercing, her attention intense, and even if she was ostensibly beautiful, it was creepy as fuck. Weiss stared, blinked, shuddered, and looked aside - then back at that intense stare.

She's staring right at me, Weiss thought, her lips twitching. What the hell?

Hilda frowned. "Am I not interesting enough for your attention?"

Weiss looked back at the bombshell. "Sorry, but -"

Hilda, however, followed her gaze, then saw the bluenette as well. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and shook her head. " Ugh, really?"

Weiss blinked.

Hilda waved her hand and the blue-haired girl walked over with a tentative step but an intense look. She said nothing as she stopped beside them and dipped her head, but the pinkette shook her head and groaned at her.

"Marianne," she said, "we talked about this."

The girl, Marianne, pouted and shook her head. "S-sorry… I was just…"

Hilda rolled her eyes and turned back to the very much confused Weiss. "This is Marianne, one of my best friends. Super sorry for how she's acting, but she's totally new to this stuff."

Weiss nodded slowly. "I see?"

"Hello," Marianne greeted with a shy wave. Up close, Weiss had to say she was fairly pretty. Not at all a bombshell like Hilda, but she was beautiful and shapely in her own way.

"She's shy and stuff, and this like, her first spring break at all," Hilda explained. "She's too stiff and stuff to have any fun yet, so I decided to kinda break her in, you know? Get in the deep end, that thing."

"Uh-huh," Weiss said without really following.

"And what better way than to have sex with a random stranger?" Hilda said, and even if Weiss normally would have protested, even she was forced to admit that was the exact way she had been broken in. "And you're hot and exotic and caught Marianne's attention, so yeah, I was thinking we could have a hot threeway? You game?"

Weiss considered it. She wondered why it felt so oddly familiar to fuck two hot girls that wanted to have sex with her, but she did not care enough to think that hard about it. So, instead, she shrugged and asked, "my room, yours, or…"

"Why not right here?" Hilda asked excitedly.

"Here? In public?" A smile played at Weiss's lips. "Truly?"

"Why not? It's hot and gets Marianne in the mood…" Hilda purred as she leaned forward, her finger across Weiss's forearm.

Weiss grinned. "Sounds good to me, then."

"Awesome," Hilda husked, and she leaned forward. She closed the gap in a heartbeat, and for the third time that day Weiss found herself making out with a random stranger - but that was fine by her. Even if it seemed to keep on happening she was totally happy to get a random tongue shoved into her mouth, and thankfully, unlike the others, Hilda gave it as good as she got.

She was clearly an experienced kisser, and Weiss appreciated that a lot. It felt nice to have someone that could spar with her tongue and fight back against her lips, and unlike every other time when she had control and explored her partner's mouth, Hilda was eager enough to fight back. She shoved her tongue inside and ran it across Weiss's mouth, tasting saliva and twisting tongues, and moans were drawn out rather freely.

The fact that it all just sort of happened did not bother Weiss as much as it should have. She didn't care if she was making out with another stranger at the bar. Everyone else was, and all that mattered was getting loose on spring break. Everything else was secondary, so she put her all into the lock of their mouths, kissing and touching and trading saliva with lewd and luxurious intensity.

Marianne watched it all eagerly, like some voyeur that got off on it. Weiss didn't really pay attention to her, though. She just made out with Hilda, their lips connected and their tongues twisting, her mind thinking about how awesome it was to get a bombshell to just come up and ask to fuck her. It was almost insane to consider, but she was not going to complain that she kept on getting lucky; she just rolled with it.

Hilda got up from her seat and pulled Weiss up with her, then started to tug on her shorts as they kept making out. It took her less than a moment to pull free her already thickening slab of cockmeat from her pants, and the white spear flopped down under its weight and into Hilda's hand in a second. It was fast; no delay, no teasing, just a horny slut looking for her treat.

Lips broke with a wet noise and a hungry purr. "Oh, wow. "

Hilda's pink eyes went wide as she stared at Weiss's dick. She licked her lips as she pulled on it with one hand, stroking the thickening meat with lust. The Heiress groaned at her touch, adoring the sensation of it, and couldn't wait to feel more.

" This is a real cock," Hilda hummed happily, then turned to look at her bestie. "This is what we in the biz call a bitchbreaker, Marianne. You picked a really good one!"

"I see that," Marianne whispered under her breath, her eyes wide and fascinated.

Weiss only rumbled. "Pleased to be of service… but if you just touch me, I'm going to get a bit frustrated."

"Oh, don't worry, babe." Hilda winked. "I gotcha."

There really was no shame as Hilda turned, flicked her broad waist out - something that definitely caught the eyes, for her waistline was the definition of childbearing - and set herself over the counter of the bar in a perfect lean. Her back was out, her ass bouncing, her thicc thighs spread, her posture perfect; a sort of standing doggy that begged to get mounted. Her bikini was short and scandalous enough that the white flesh of her butt hanging out as if on a silver platter.

She wiggled her wide hips from side to side, making her cheeks clap - then looked over her shoulder teasingly. "You gonna fuck me, stud?"

"Absolutely," Weiss purred. She got behind her in a heartbeat, utterly shameless in the public forum, and yanked the pink bikini until they snagged around plump thighs. She caressed her ass with both hands before peeling the fat cheeks apart, then nudged her cock toward the hole begging for her attention. "I'll be happy to break the two of you in."

"Oh?" Hilda purred coyly. "You gonna break me?"

Weiss nudged her cock against her folds and drew out a little sigh. Her dick was hard as a rock, and Hilda was too hot to pass up. "If that's what you want."

"Everyone says that, you know," the pinkette told her in a wry voice. "But no one ever can."

"Don't think I will?" Weiss asked, and a tremble of arousal pulsated along her shaft.

"I want you to try your best, " Hilda told her, hips wiggling again.

"Don't ask for what you can't handle."

"Try me."

Weiss chuckled. "Don't blame me if you wake up in a foreign place tomorrow."

Hilda laughed; she didn't believe her. That was fine with Weiss, though, because she was now well and fully prepared, and she knew her actions would speak for her. She sent her cock crashing forward right then and there, slamming it into Hilda's sodden cunt as she bent over the bar counter like she was nothing more than a whore. She hammered it into her in one fell swoop, ramming aside walls and penetrating the soft glove of her cunt in one broad motion, and she did it utterly carelessly. She just fucked her entire cock inside in one brutal push, and that was that.

As many thick inches of throbbing girldick rammed into Hilda, the pink-haired bombshell squealed like a whore in heat. "Holy fuck!"

Immediately, her insides contracted and curled, and by the time Weiss hammered against her cervix like a cushion, the entire girl was orgasming around her cock. She literally came her brains out right then and there, and despite the utter insanity that was, Weiss laughed in enjoyment for it. She felt the softness squirm around her and spurt out thick juices, and the enjoyable, intense sensation made her grumble in throaty pleasure. She pressed forward, her pelvis flush against her ass, and bottomed out in her like the whore she was.

"Like it that much?" Weiss teased, her hands cradling her wide hips. "Didn't know you were that desperate."

"Holy fuck it's so fucking big," Hilda whined, her eyes almost rolling in pleasure. Her mouth was agape, as if she'd never actually experienced a big dick in her life; it pleased Weiss. "I've never had anything like this before!"

"It's all for you," Weiss huffed as she pulled back hard and fast, dragging her prick out of the girl's tight insides. She had cum around her dick, spattering with juices and contorting in orgasmic bliss, and that tight pleasure was immense – but Weiss had experienced it too much to be easily outdone. She didn't mind it anywhere near as much as she should have and simply pulled backward, dragging the thick, huge dick from the clamping seal of her snatch and bringing it back.

It was an easy sweep of motion that mesmerized Marianne and made Hilda mewl, but the next inward thrust was where the real magic started. Again, Weiss pounded her huge cock into her, slamming aside the pink walls of her tender cunt and ramming the soft skin out around her in a brutal sweep. Powerfully, she impaled her wet, quivering pussy with nothing but rock-hard girldick, a length so throbbing and virile that Hilda could really feel it and bottomed out with brutal intensity.

Her balls clapped against her clit, her pelvis smacked against her fat ass, and as the white flesh billowed out like a cushion, her cockhead smacked into her cervix. It was a powerful, intense sensation, and Hilda seemed like she had never experienced it before – a strange thing for someone that looked like a disposable fuckdoll, but Weiss did not judge. She just buried herself inside, indulging in the lurid display of public sex right there against the bartop, and forced her hips down hard.

"Goddess!" Hilda squealed, her spine contorting as the sheer brutality and depth of Weiss's cock sent her into trembling pleasure. "I've never – I've never - !"

It was so quick to see a girl like her collapse, but Weiss didn't judge. As she pressed down against her ass and smooshed the pillowy flesh against her like a toy, she felt the girl's insides tighten around her like a vice. Her squealing voice matched the action, and as Hilda hit another dizzying orgasm around her dick, Weiss just grinned like a smug shit. It was a joy to know how good she was and the kind of reactions she evoked, and getting a busty, beautiful, exotic slut to cream her brains out was just perfect.

Schnee perfection at its best.

"This is so much better than the limp dicks at the Monastery!" Hilda wheezed; a suspicious thing that Weiss vaguely recalled having heard before. "F-fucking hell!"

"Nice to see a girl enjoy a good cock when she sees it," Weiss husked, her hips already back in motion. She dragged out of her hard and fast, tearing her dick free from her clamping seal of soft pussyflesh and churning juices around her length. The bludgeoning shaft of white meat retreated at a quick pace that left Hilda squealing, but when it hammered right back down like a battering ram, her moans were louder and thicker still.

They washed through the bar, but amidst the party, no one cared. No one gave a single fuck about it, really. There was too much insanity and deprivation going on around them, and the only ones that took notice were those that watched with appreciation or jovial expressions. For them, it was a show; for Weiss, it was good, horny sex; for Hilda, it was mind-blowing, brain-addling fucking. She whined without shame and rocked against the bar counter, her tits flopping against her top, as the hardness crashed down.

It rammed through her, smashing aside her soft barriers and into the depths of her cunt, and sent the cervix shuddering around her. The wet barrier fluttered and squished down, compressing beneath the bulbous weight of her head, and it sent the entire channel into silky trembles of pleasure. Weiss indulged in the sensations for a few moments before tugging back again, letting the velvet embrace of her pussy ripple along the length of her white cock.

Hilda groaned again as it tore out, and she shuddered like a total bitch in heat as the weight of it crashed down to impale her. She cursed at the top of her lungs and arched her spine, jutting her fat ass out as if begging for more, and she got it – the next downward drop of Weiss's hips was far more powerful than her body shape would have suggested, and it sent Hilda into a climaxing fit.

"Fuck!" Hilda positively drooled, her voice sloppy and messy. "This is – this is insane -!"

"You feel amazing," Weiss grunted, fingers digging hard into her hips. She jabbed down in quick, hard thrusts, burying her cokc inside and simply indulging in the sensation of a soft cunt around her. Hilda was deliciously snug, stupidly horny, and so wet that it was like a bath. Combined with her orgasms and the rippling massage of her walls, it was pure bliss for her. "More girls out there should be like you."

Hilda groaned. "F-fuck - m-more dicks shuuld be like – fuck! - this!"

Weiss chuckled. "You don't need anyone else."

She hammered down, smashing her hips against her ass at full power and force. The weight of her blows pummeled the heating curve of white meat down into a compressed, doughy heap, smooshing it half-flat and smothering it with her pale hips. She pressed against it like a cushion, rested her weight across it, and crammed down; then drew back, letting it spring back into place, and tagged away.

"You've got me," Weiss told her, "So enjoy it."

"F-fuck!" Hilda whined again. "Fuck me! Fuck my brains out!"

Weiss just chuckled. Holding her hips, she rammed her body down and hammered away at the glove of her pussy and the shape of her ass both. Her pelvis smacked and rebounded across the fat flesh, sending it into thick, doughy bounces and lewd, fleshy wobbles with each enthusiastic stroke. It clapped and pounded away from her as she buried herself inside, her heavy balls swinging to smack across Hilda's clit, and that seemed to be just enough to drive her wild.

The pink-haired girl hit another climax as her cock reamed her out, but Weiss did not mind or care. She just kept on burying herself inside, treating Hilda like the slut she so wanted to be. She pounded her pussy like nothing else and reamed it out with each broad stroke, filling her with nothing but dickmeat and making damned sure she knew that she would never get a cock as good as long as she was on the beach.

"Whoa..." Marianna whispered, her face red, but Weiss did not really pay attention to her. She supposed she scared the shy girl with her rapid, ravenous pace, but that did not matter. She was as unimportant as the other woman around them, each cooing in joy for the lewdness or envious that they didn't get multiple-orgasm-sex so freely at a bar.

"Such a good fucking pussy," Weiss grunted, her crudeness showing through as her passions took hold. She was nothing like an Heiress right then and everything like one of the other fuckboys parading around, but she didn't care – she had some of the hottest piece of ass bent over in front of her begging to get plowed. "Shit..."

Hilda moaned and arched her spine as another orgasm trembled through her, washing through her snatch and fluttering around Weiss's cock. The white-haired girl grunted at the amazing sensations of it all and reached forward to slap the girl's ass, drawing out a happy, pleased moan from the slut. It continued when she palmed her bountiful assmeat and bent it around like so much dough, but she couldn't enjoy it for too long when her hips moved like a pendulum.

"Fuck," Weiss groaned again, her hands moving up to grip her hips. She clenched down hard, but as orgasms washed through Hilda, the girl whined and writhed more and more. She needed better leverage as she pounded her pussy and smashed her ass into a doughy heap, and as she looked up, she found them. "Ah, perfect."

Her hands snapped up to grab both of Hilda's twin tails. White fingers wrapped around pink hair as each palm tugged on a bundle of well-maintained locks, and without a care, she tugged back hard. Hilda whined like nothing else before, her breath leaving her in a wheeze, and rose up from the counter part ways; her neck craned back, her head tilted toward the ceiling, her breasts shuddering. A sloppy-sounding noise left her, and with it, another powerful, dick-pleasing orgasm.

"Love a girl that has handholds," Weiss husked, and with that, she laid into her with punishing, brutal intensity. Using her hair as the hand holds they were so clearly meant to be she smashed her hips forward hard and fast, ramming the many thick inches inside like a battering ram. She hammered against her cervix to produce muffled thuds, but the louder, thicker smacks and thuds and thwaps of flesh on flesh contact filled the air.

Hilda was, by then, beyond speaking. She just moaned and wheezed as she was fucked silly, her eyes rolled up and her mouth drooling intensely. She quivered as she was fucked, her spine shaking and arching, but there was precious little for her to do. She was fucked against the bar top, her body shuddering, her ass bouncing around like a lewd mess. Breasts wobbled and thighs quivered as she was impaled on the biggest dick of her life, her body clearly not quite capable of handling it, but trying.

She came endless around Weiss's dick. Her insides slurped and squelched as all that thick girl juice was churned up by Weiss's thickness and those sft, fluttering walls were speared right through without a care. The Heiress fucked her through orgasm after orgasm, one leading into the next, all without a care. She plowed her into a drooling, mewling, breathless mess, and that was fine by her; Weiss just needed to get off.

"That's it," Weiss grunted, "that's how g-girls should look, fuck -"

Her strain was telling, but that was fine. She was not trying to make the sex good. 'Good' was just a byproduct of how she fucked; she wanted to get off and feel nice, nothing more. Her hips speared down again and again to get to that point, her pelvis clapping against a fat ass like a cushion, and reamed her out more and more by the moment. She hauled on her hair and yanked on it like two leashes, drawing her head back and turning her spine into an even harsher curl.

"Oh... my... goddess..." Marianna husked, her pupils dilated and lips parted – but Weiss did not care or focus. She just pulled on Hilda's handholds to draw her head back, and with that leverage, she all but yanked herself into the girl's cunt. Careless of any pain or discomfort she caused, she swung her hips over and over again. Claps, thuds, and mewls rang out accordingly, and Hilda hit climax after climax as it happened.

The pinkette was clearly lost in bliss. She drooled, her eyes rolled up, and her body just quivered like a harp as she was remorselessly impaled. Her spine shuddered as her hair was tugged to serve as handholds and her body quivered with orgasmic pleasure, all of it never-ending. Her skin smacked and thudded and bounced around, the perfect white went a thick shade of sloppy red, and never once did Weiss slow; she just buried herself inside as she reached her peak.

"Right there," Weiss told herself, her balls tightening up and her pleasure rising. "Y-yes..."

Weiss didn't think to warn her and neither did she care. The allure of her pussy was too pleasing, the sensation too good, to ever consider pulling out. Responsibility, care, all of that was washed away as she pounded her silly, and in seconds she dropped her hips down, crammed her cock in up to the hilt, and pulled on hair like the reins of a horse. Hilda squealed as she hit another drooling orgasm, but for Weiss, all she cared about was getting as deep as possible.

When she came, she did so in a characteristic torrent. Hot, white Schnee baby batter flowed from her balls, through her dick, and right into Hilda's soft snatch, cramming it in the gooey-hot release of her fertile load. She plastered her silken pussy with the rich heat of impregnating fluids, and she carelessly went about painting everything in reach with the stuff: her walls, her cervix, her womb itself, all of it was fair game against the bar counter.

Hilda, still too fucked out of her mind to speak, just shuddered, whined, and came again as the rich heat filled her up. That was fine by Weiss, who merely held herself down and plastered her walls with gooey gunk. The sticky substance practically plowed her snatch as hard as the dick had, and it flooded her womb in virility with just a few seconds. Hot, thick seed, so much that it defied belief, plastered her pussy in moments. The cum gummed her up as badly as the cock had, and if Hilda was not bloated already, she soon would be.

Weiss held herself down for long, long minutes. She let her cock do its work as she slowly came off of her high, and with a sigh, released Hilda's hair. The bombshell slumped immediately against the counter, but the heiress was not really paying attention. She reached out, instead, for her drink, whipped her head back, and downed it in one go; finally happy to have it all inside and wetting her throat.

"Damn," she groaned as she slammed the glass down. She wasn't sure she'd ever felt better; the act of blowing a load into a hot womb and the idea of knocking up a bombshell was way too fucking hot for her to think. "That was good."

She was not sure if she appreciated the pussy or the drink more, but that didn't matter. She just waved her fingers to get another, only to find the girls watching her all too eager to buy drinks; laughing, she let th9em do whatever they wanted and simply patted Hilda's ass before slowly, methodically drawing out of her sopping slit. By the time the shaft popped free, it did so with a waterfall of rich white seed – but she still did not care

.

"Was that what you wanted?" Weiss teased as she fondly patted her now-read ass, but Hilda slumped against the counter, her tits serving as pillows, and drooled into the wood. "Well, looks like it was..."

The bartender, for his part, sighed. "Ah... another one to clean up..."

Weiss, licking her lips, turned to Marianne; the supposed second in their threesome. "So…"

She indicated her wet cock. "Want to try it out, too?"

"That was so hot," Marianne breathed, and for a moment, Weiss was left surprised. Her voice was deeper and breathier than she expected, and the look in her eyes was not awe or surprise; it was pure, undiluted hunger. "So hot."

"Well, uh, I'm glad," Weiss chuckled. She took a swing of whatever drink was in reach, then winked. "So, how do you want -"

Weiss seriously underestimated just how horny and lustful Marianne really was because the girl simply leapt on her and tackled her to the ground in a painful, body-jarring rush. She slammed her down with hard, rough force, and the white-haired girl groaned at the sheer intensity of it. Smacked against the floorboards, her body shuddered in pain - and her eyes drank in the sight of a suddenly lustful, suddenly horny girl that jumped on top of her like a bitch in heat.

Marianne was almost panting as she pulled her thin swimming skirt around her hips and tugged on the strap of her one-piece bikini to drag it out of place around her soft folds. Her wet pussy was already parted and ready, a lewd display of soft inner pink begging for dick, and Weiss was blindsided by it all. It was just so fast that it shocked her, and she was still struggling to process it as Marianne mounted her like a wild animal lost in the throes of her heat.

"H-hey," Weiss chuckled awkwardly. "T-take it easy, yeah -"

Marianne almost growled like a wild animal as she grabbed Weiss's cock, gripped it tight, and hoisted it up toward her folds. She swung her hips around and mounted her like a crazed beast, and with sloppy passion she aligned herself with the shaft. It was a shocking contrast to what Wiess had seen earlier, and the utter insanity of so rough and potent a femdom cowgirl hit her hard.

"Marianne," Weiss chuckled, trying to diffuse the situation, but the bluenette stranger just did not care.

Marianne, once aligned, held herself there - and then just dropped, taking the cock into her in one rush of motion. It was as fast and easy and sinful as that. She simply pinned Weiss down to the sticky floor of the bar, mounted her, and shoved down hard, slamming her soft pussy around her dick and hammering it into her in a sweep. It was a motion so fast and quick it blindsided Weiss, and in the next moment she was moaning in pleasure.

A deliciously hot, deliciously tight pussy wrapped around her all at once, squeezing down around her dick and holding tight with delectable intensity. It gripped her cock in an eye watering rush of motion and squeezed down tight, holding to the shape of her like nothing else before. It was a pussy made tight from lack of use, perhaps, or just simply naturally as tight as a vice, and it left Weiss groaning well before it even slammed all the way down.

But then it did, and she was made to grunt even more as Marianne's weight hammered all the way down and smacked against her skin with an eye-watering thud. She took the entire length of her dick inside of herself with nothing short of feral glee, and though she howled for it as she hilted it, she was nowhere near as overwhelmed as Hilda; nothing close to it. She was lustful horny, and desperate for more, practically salivating for cock, and Weiss was just stunned.

"W-what the hell?" She stammered, but her words meant nothing to the bluenette stranger.

Marianne just groaned with lustful intensity, her breath spilling from her lips in almost a bestial growl, and then rolled backward and forward in a merciless, stimulating arc of motion. She worked thick cockmeat against her walls and pressed against it with feverish force, quickly and roughly working it against her. She shoved the tight walls of her pussy out wide across it, but it did not help much; she still felt tight as a vice, and that was more than enough to leave Weiss grunting.

"F-fuck," she whined, "you're seriously tight, girl, Dust. "

Marianne groaned. She groaned happily as she bucked her hips forward and pressed against her. It was almost insane that Weiss found herself pinned down and mounted by someone so hungry for dick, and even more so that she didn't do something about it, but there was little to be done at all - she couldn't actually stop the wild, horny girl unless she pinned her on her back and reamed the daylights out of her.

She did not get that chance. Before she knew it Marianne bounced herself up the cock in a needy rush, dragging her tight cunt off of the shaft with something like a death-grip; her insides simply refused to release the hard shaft. Her lips and folds crawled along the white flesh as she rose up so quickly, pushing her slender body into rough motion with a speed that shocked Weiss, and brought herself up near the tip in that powerful, blinding sweep.

Right before Weiss's eyes, Marianne dropped herself down again. Her swimsuit writhed with motion as she pounded herself down and forced the cock into the silken furrow of her body. She hammered down with the same brutal force that Weiss had fucked Hilda with, but the situation had been reversed and now she was the one to feel skin thudding and clapping with merciless intensity. All of the girl's slender weight just dropped, and where skin met, a stinging ache washed through.

"Fuck!" Weiss grunted, her hands rising up to grab Marianne's bucking waistline. "H-hey, slow down -"

Marianne all but growled as she rolled her hips forward, stoking her inner walls with the blunt length of her prick. She stirred and stimulated with rough, feral motion, grinding and stroking her sopping sheath with the weight of her, then moved with the same desperate force. She brought herself up in a rush, walls clinging and roiling every inch of the way, and poised the girl for more merciless riding.

Without saying anything at all and only appearing to focus on her actions, she hammered down, dropped her weight, and forced the biggest dick of her young life into her tight pussy. In a rush she forced it into herself, crashed down, and smashed her pussy full of turgid meat; Weiss groaned again at the sensation, her fingers clawing at her pretty hips, but achieved nothing except for the delirious sensation of a too-tight pussy.

Weiss groaned as the delicious sensation wrapped around her and just stared up at the blue-haired sight of Marianne and her reckless, greedy riding. It was insane to see and consider, but there the girl was, riding her like a horse in heat. She would never have expected her to pin her down to the floorboards, mount her, and ride her like that, nor did she understand why she acted like a wild beat in heat, but she saw it with each passing second and each passing moment.

She listened to Marianne pant and groan enthusiastically as she brought her hips around in wide arcs of motion, carrying herself up high and then ramming herself right back down with desperate motions. She forced the dick into her as hard and fast as she could, almost to remorselessly impale her slick tunnel with turgid dickmeat. Inches of it were swallowed up by her clenching tightness and reamed her out, but nowhere near enough to make the going softer or smoother.

Marianne did not care, of course. She just rode her like a desperate, slutty mess, her hips rising and falling in broad and hungry arcs of motion. She slammed down onto Weiss's cock in a hungry rush and crammed it into her clenching tightness, and both of them would groan in unison while flesh pounded and smacked. As the ache spread through Weiss's hips the girl rolled her waist, stirred up her sopping, juice-laden tunnel with her meat, then did it again.

And again, and again. It was wild and messy, but she did not care. She just pounded down onto Weiss's dick like a hammer against a nail, cramming it into herself up to the hilt, then rolled her waist to hungrily do it again. She rode her recklessly, bouncing in her lap as if Weiss was nothing more than a stud-horse, and despite the insanity of it all, Marianne happily indulged in public sex. Everyone could see, but she just didn't care.

Weiss didn't either, but it didn't stop her from being shocked by the shameless assault even as it happened in real time. She groaned and gasped as she stared at the recklessly riding girl with strange passion, blindsided by the force and roughness of it all but indulging all the same. She massaged writhing hips and stared at her tits, but the tightness of her swimsuit stopped them from bouncing around too much.

The rest was a sight to behold, and that was what she did. She admired it as she gasped and grunted from the sheer roughness of her riding, shuddering as inner walls tensed and rippled around her thick meat like nothing else before it. It was eye-watering and groan-inducing but it kept on going at a furious pace, as if Marianne needed all the cock she could get before she crashed and burned. It was a test of stamina Weiss was not sure she could win, but hoped she would.

"Dust," Weiss swore, just laying there like a fish as she was ridden and taken in a furious femdom display. "S-shit…"

Down again Marianne went, ramming hips together until the skin went red from the sheer force of it. Dizzying aches passed through Weiss, but it was left forgotten in the next moment as a soft pussy stroked her length and rolled across it. The girl rode her with desperate passion, her hips smacking down with skin-thudding force, and she moaned hungrily for it. She took her like a beast and acted like an animal, and never once did it slow.

Marianne groaned and moaned and savagely mewled as she fucked herself onto Weiss's huge slab of dick, and she seemed to enjoy every last second of it. It was hard to tell, granted, but she moved so roughly and enthusiastically that Weiss came to no other conclusion. It was shameless indulgence at its finest, and in the heat of the moment, the watching crowds and jeering individuals were lost; nothing mattered but the sex.

"Fuck," Weiss panted, her hands gripping a bucking waistline. It was so fast, so rough, and so crazy that she couldn't control herself, and maybe that was the point; Marianne didn't want good sex but just sloppy, animalistic fucking. "I can't - I can't last -"

Marianne kept going. She panted and groaned as she threw herself down, barely even looking at Weiss as a person for those lewd moments of skin-clapping cowgirl. She just hammered down again and again, taking a solitary interest in her cock, and moaned enthusiastically for it. Over and over her hips bucked and rode, and time and time again she crashed down to impale herself up to the brim; senselessly, heedlessly riding her like a mare in heat.

"I'm going to cum!" Weiss groaned, but there was no stopping it - there never had been.

There was no more to it than that. Barely a second later and her dick exploded for yet another time, blowing a thick and creamy load right into a girl's pussy. Hot strings of gooey warmth were blasted out at high speed to spatter the lining of her snatch and rush across it in full, gumming up the pinkness of walls and over the softness of her nooks and crannies in literal seconds. It was a broad, impregnating rush of seed that attacked everything it could, and it felt so good to let out.

It seemed to be good for Marianne, too. She wordlessly squealed at the top of her lungs like an animal in heat and rolled her hips forward, as if the heat of cum washing against her womb was enough to set her off; it did. It did so with violent intensity, a spattering rush, and the bluenette quivered in delirious pleasure as an orgasm overtook her just as it did her friend. Her insides twisted around her dick in a shocking massage and clenched down tight, leaving her head dazed.

Weiss groaned in stress as Marianne moaned with delightful intensity as being filled with rich, creamy seed, and she rode it out with a desperation that bordered on insanity. She rolled her waist as she came around the shaft her insides coiling and twisting and milking it for more and more gooey goodness, and spasmed in raw pleasure. Her spine contorted as her head flung back like a sloppy whore, all of her just shivering in the throes of a good, hard climax.

Weiss all but emptied her balls into her, but before Weiss knew it, the girl was out like a light. The orgasm, the seed, the cum, the sheer effort her wild movements entailed, something hit her too hard; she toppled forward, cock still buried in her too-tight cunt, and flopped down on top of the white-haired Schnee. She grunted in stress as she was so suddenly pinned beneath a beautiful body and against the sticky floor, suddenly unsure of herself.

"F-fuck me," Weiss grunted. "What the hell…"

People cheered and clapped for her before moving on, and one dude even put a congratulatory beer bottle by her head, but Weiss merely clicked her tongue, squinted, and groaned. Fuck me. Now I've got two more unconscious girls to add to the list. What the hell is going on today?

Then, a bit more belatedly, How am I going to get them back to my room?

She got them back eventually. It took a while and it was a genuine struggle, but she was not going to leave two passed-out girls in a bar to be taken advantage of. She, instead, took responsibility and hauled them into her room, then flopped them onto the couch so they could sleep off… whatever it was in modest comfort, heads resting against one another's shoulders and all.

She had to, because it was a drunk off her ass Yang that dominated the bed. The blonde sprawled across it in a sloppy rush, breathing in deep and almost snoring, to which Weiss only shook her head at the sight. It was entirely unsurprising, and her first thought upon seeing her was just so that's where she was all day.

She did not know what happened or how it happened, but Yang got pissed-out drunk and spent at least most of it sleeping it off on their bed - which was definitely better than passed out where people could use her like a free-use whore, for sure. She felt modestly bad about having been separated from her all day and certainly for not messaging her, but she probably got lucky at least once or twice.

Probably.

Weiss looked down at herself. She was red, sore, and sticky from the day's efforts, and she had sand in too many places. Though satisfying, she had never felt more in need of a good shower and an even better rest. She needed to clean, rest up, and then get back at it in the morning nice and refreshed.

That was what she wanted to do, but the sudden obtuse knocking on the door definitely stopped her plans. She blinked, frowned, and twisted around to stare at the annoying sound. She squinted and grumbled as she stomped right up to it, then twisted the knob around to furiously yank it open.

"What do you want?" She snarled to whoever was on the other side.

She immediately froze, blanched, and gulped as she stared into all too familiar cleavage.

"Ms. Schnee," Miranda Lawson said in a voice that was not a shout or a hiss but somehow made both seem more appealing, "we had an arrangement."

Weiss went white. "A-ah… Right… Uh… Crazy story…"

"You were supposed to meet with me last night and spend it in my room," the woman said with clinical dispassion, but her upset was clear in her eyes. "It is now twenty-four hours later."

"S-sorry," she stammered quickly, "It's just been a totally crazy day and things didn't really plan out like -"

"-I do not care for your excuses," Miranda said sharply, and Weiss squeaked as she was reprimanded worse than her father ever could manage. If Lawson was her father, if she was in charge of the SDC, Weiss would have been a popsicle. "You're lucky you're a good fuck, because otherwise, I'd have kicked you out of here faster than your cock can get hard."

"I understand, ma'am," Weiss squeaked. "I'm sorry, but -"

"No buts," Miranda said, and she raised her fist - and suddenly, an aura of blue and purple surrounded it. "You will uphold your end of the bargain - or else."

"S-sure, but, uh, I need a show - h-hey - !? -"

The field of blue surrounded Weiss, and almost as if by magic, or because of some psychic manipulation, she was roughly yanked forward like a boneless toy. She couldn't do anything, say anything, or act out in any way as the binding 'magic' pinned her. She was utterly helpless as she was dragged out of the room and into Miranda's uncompromising embrace, carried off to a night of what was sure to be endless baby-making sex.

The door slammed shut behind her as the woman simply manhandled her with magic and carried her along the halls like a toy, and all Weiss could do was groan.

I hope she's not too rough with me, she thought, knowing she would be in for a long night.

Chapter 6: The Sixth Day of Spring Break

Summary:

Features: Ann Takamaki, Eula Lawrence, Maki Nishikino, and Metrayllis (FATE).

Chapter Text

"Fucking bloody hell yesssssssssss, " Miranda moaned, her face buried in the sheets ahead of her. She was grabbing them with both hands, twisting the white around, her teeth practically gripping the fluffed-up comforter. She was lost in the heat of it, her eyes rolling, her lips smirking with satisfaction, her sweat-slicked body almost quivering as she got what she wanted so damned badly.

Weiss leaned over her in part and had her hands pressed down on her lower back, mostly to brace herself there. Her palms sometimes slipped over that sweat-lined white, failing to find solid purchase at times, but holding it all steady as best as she could. Hse needed the leverage in whatever way she could get it as she recklessly, almost wildly pounded away at the woman below with whatever was left of her strength, going at her with raw, enthusiastic, yet desperate intensity.

She'd been at it the entire night. She'd spent it there with Miranda, and the utterly insatiable alpha-woman took charge of her like nothing else. She'd put her to work like a miner at the SDC, only her pickaxe was her cock, and the prize the elusive goal of impregnation. A crazy goal, but one that Miranda enthusiastically moaned for moment by moment and thrust by thrust. The entire night, for hours, she kept Weiss at it, with minimal sleep between them before whipping back up into the thick of it.

At one point, Weiss had been paced and measured. Now? She was just moving for the sake of movement, her hips unmeasured, the thrusts of her body untamed. She had blown past any skill or grace and was well into wild territory, but Miranda did not comment on that. She commented on very little but the march of hips and the pounding of the cock, honestly, and she kept on moaning as the thick slab of cockmeat rammed away at her hot, velvety depths.

She moaned endlessly, her words coming out sporadically, a literal mess at the hands of Weiss's cock. The older woman's eyes rolled up partially as she bit down on the sheets and tugged at them with her hands, but she was always smiling, always smirking, clearly loving every last bit of that prone-bone fuck-session. She groaned powerfully, almost readily, as she was taken so forcefully, lost in that breeding fugue.

Weiss panted hard as she hammered down, her cock gliding in and out of that tight, velvety pussy. She could not even count how many times she'd cum inside of it or how packed she'd left that womb. The woman wanted more, wanted to drain her balls, and Weiss simply kept on going. Her hips smashed against the veritable mountain of her ass with each drop, colliding with it in muffled, ringing thwaps, the flesh all bouncing and jiggling away from her body each time she moved.

The rich girl panted as she drilled down, sweat also leaking from her body, her own small breasts rocking as she pounded down. Her hands slipped against Miranda's sweaty lower back as she tried to brace herself, but she adjusted and kept at it. Her hips swung down and forward, cramming thick, girthy cockmeat into a hot cunt, ramming it full of Schnee-dick, time and time again - but the older woman just kept on moaning, kept on wanting more, and she got more.

That was, after all, what Miranda had told her to do. One full, long night in her bed, as manager of the hotel. Weiss was to do her absolute fucking damnedest to plant a baby in her belly, for better or worse. Even if it left her dead-tired, even if it left her drained. So, the Heiress did exactly that, calling upon stamina reserves that were inhuman at best and entirely artificial at most, somehow exceeding her natural limitations to pound the heavy-ass-girl into submission.

Miranda moaned, an utter mess at her cock. She groaned and whined and gasped as she was utterly stuffed and impaled with turgid meat, taking it with drooling relish - and Weiss kept at it. She hammered against the fat curve of her ass, pounding it down across her hips, mashing it near-flat with each enthusiastic, jagged sweep. Skin clapped against her and pillowed out around her on each deep press, practically moulding to the shape of her.

Weiss loved seeing that ass clap. Miranda's was flat-out fantastic, the best of any she'd seen so far bar 2B, and she was in love with it. Or just watching it. Or pounding it. She really did not know, actually. She just kept on moving, her hips swinging, cramming against that fat, jutting swell, smashing it against her thrusting hips time and time again. Her dick swung forward, and with it, all that generous ass-meat clapped.

The sound of that clapping filled the room just as much as the moaning, panting, and everything else between. Weiss's fat slab of fuckmeat rammed away at her clenching depths and sent churning juices churning out around her, which was to say nothing of all the thick, gooey seed that was, even then, sent slurping across her cock. She didn't care about the sloppiness of it, though, and just kept at it, hammering down with wild, breathless energy.

"Fuck," Weiss wheezed, her body aching and sore after so much sex. It was great to be sure, but at some point even she needed a break. "A-ah…."

But not until she came, not until she was done. She swung herself forward and smashed the doughy curve of an amazing ass down, plowing past the outer layers of squishy softness and into the firm, underlying lattice of toned muscle beneath. She alternated between compressing it down and making it bounce, enjoying the way it all wobbled in front of her. It was a doughy, swinging curve, a constant series of bounces, and Weiss indulged in the sight of it.

She indulged in her pussy so much more, and kept going at it with whatever remained of her stamina. She was drained from the actions of the night, but still she kept on going, her hands adjusting, pressing down on her sweat-slicked spine, holding Miranda into the bed that she was so eagerly clutching. The woman whined and gasped and groaned, her eyes rolling, her breath misting out, pleasure rife; but not enough, not yet.

So, Weiss pounded down, sending her amazing ass into never-ending fits of clapping and bouncing and fleshy, lurid jiggling. Again and again, hard, fast, and almost desperate, her hips pounding into the doughy curve ahead. She smashed at it, tapping it from behind, sending it all jumping up in the best of ways - and as her eyes feasted, her dick ploughed, hammering away at the tight, cum-filled channel. She smashed it down around her, filling it up with her rock-solid shaft.

But that shaft was throbbing hard, engorging with blood more than it already was, swelling in preparation for another load. She did not think that she needed more, but there she was, slamming into her with her cock on the cusp. She clapped her ass and fucked her down into the sheets, watching as Miranda's backside quivered, seeing her moan into the bed that she bit with her teeth and tugged with her fingers. Pulling, gripping, desperate; a beautiful sight.

"I - fuck, " Weiss grunted. She barely spoke; it was all about sexual action, nothing more, nothing less. "Nnnnngh…"

Weiss thrust down once, twice, three times more, then, unceremoniously, hilted herself inside with a jagged press. She crashed into her, clapping her ass down, and hilted her dick so deep inside that her balls were flush with that sticky cunt. Her hands, again, were sliding across her spine, but it didn't matter. She just held herself there, jaw tight, and groaned.

Her dick spat out its load moments afterward. Her last load, too, because Weiss seriously doubted she had anything left to give. Hot, gooey rushes of seed slammed into Miranda's hot cunt all over again, the thickness rushing up and along the textured pink, running over her in sticky rivulets. It painted her in white, slathering everything that was yet untouched with more cum - but there was little she had not yet claimed, nothing left to seed.

Still, Weiss held herself down against that delightful ass as she pumped it full of seed. She sent cum flooding into Miranda's womb for another uncountable time, adding to the endless soupy mixture she'd already blown in her. Ropes and strings spattered her baby-maker, drenching it over in virile intensity. Babybatter slammed into her snatch, coating it all from top to bottom, and added to the gooey virility that stuffed the older woman to the brim.

"F-fuck…" Weiss Schnee groaned. "Fuck…"

She held herself there, hands slipping steadily, as her dick pumped out the remainder of its seed into the woman. She did not understand why she wanted it so badly when she professed to be infertile, and if she hoped for a miracle - well, she apparently was, so Weiss could not judge or comment on that. It was what it was, and she just struggled to cope with it and understand it. She panted, her chest heaving, exertion burning hot, and sweat dripping from her lean frame.

"Good job, girl," Miranda praised, and yet sounded almost half-scolding. Somehow, she wasn't as winded or a mess as she looked, and once Weiss let out the last of her load, she lifted herself up all too impressively. She left drool-drenched sheets behind to be sure and looked like a well-fucked slut, but otherwise, she was composed. "You let out a lot."

Weiss panted hard. "It was a long night."

Miranda sighed happily as she pulled a pillow toward her. "Yes, it was. You performed adequately, too. If I were a betting woman, I would be sure you put a baby in me."

Weiss wet her lips. "Are you? A betting woman, that is."

Miranda just smirked at her. "Lock the door on your way out."

Weiss made a noise. She's kicking me out? How classic. "...Might I use your shower, first?"

"No," Miranda said flatly. "That, you have not earned."

Weiss almost rolled her eyes, but she expected as much. "Of course. My apologies, manager. "

Weiss slipped out of her with a near-obscene slurp, her cock popping free with a rush of seed. She let out so, so much, but it was up in the air if she had any shot of impregnating the woman - but that was fine by her. If it didn't, she was sure she'd be in there again. She just enjoyed it for what it was, and it was certainly enjoyable, if straining. And tiring. All sorts of things, really.

Weiss took a long at Miranda's backside: matted with sweat, red from friction, her ass bright as a tomato, her spine still covered with hand-prints. She looked and panted like a well-fucked, cum-stuffed mess, a dick-drunk slut, but somehow she was still coherent and aware; purring smugly, like a cat. It was crazy in a way, but Weiss had been dealing with crazy women for days now.

She took it in stride.

"I'll… be seeing you," Weiss told her as she started to collect her clothes. She smelled like sweat and sex, but she tried not to focus on that: she would get a shower, either back in her room or just throw herself into the ocean.

"Mmmmm…" Miranda purred, and looked at her lazily from around a pillow. "Don't be a stranger. You're free to come anytime you want."

Weiss took one last long, lingering look at her ass, then licked her lips. "I'm pretty sure I will be."

Sometimes, a girl just needed to relax. No Scroll on to bother her, no people around to interrupt her, just her, alone, on a secluded section of the beach, a towel beneath her and a simple glass of cool, fruity beverage in her hand. Sunglasses on, bikini on, body laid flat, calm. She needed rest as much as anyone else, and Weiss Schnee wasn't that much into hard work.

Sex certainly counted as work when she went at it as hard and often as she did, and Weiss had her limits for sure. After five days of hard partying, the sixth day, hopefully, would go chill. She'd already been at it for some time suntanning, taking in the rays on her lotion-covered body, coming in and out of sleep periodically; dozing off, getting a few z's, then pulling herself back into wakefulness long enough to take a drink.

Weiss wasn't really paying attention to much else. She dozed in and out of sleep, she suntanned, she drank, she relaxed. It could have been half an hour, it could have been the entire morning; she did not know. The secluded area of the beach was nice, the rocky crags offered a good hiding spot, and the little dip around the bed offered privacy. It was just… calm. Relaxing. A good break from the last five days of hectic activity, honestly.

At some point, Weiss woke up from another little sleep. She yawned, she stretched arms above her head, and squinted past her sunglasses at the sun. Then, she reached for her drink, pulled it to her mouth, and wrapped her lips around a straw. Nothing came out. She tried again, sucking firmly, and nothing came out. She looked at it, noticed it was empty, and sighed. She sat up straight, then, getting upon her beach towel, and yawned just a bit more.

Damn, she thought, and pushed her sunglasses up onto her white hair. That's unfortunate.

She put her glass down and glanced around. The beach was empty on her side, but she could hear the partying coming from the hotel-side all too clearly. It was a riot of sound, and it almost made her want to dive in. it was an alluring set of noises, the promise of drinks and sluts, and her body was… almost attuned to that sort of thing by then.

Weiss licked her lips. She looked -

She was not the only one on the beach. She noticed it only belatedly, but in the same way that Weiss was isolated and out of the way, so, too, was the other person. At least, she thought it was a person, but it was really very hard to figure out what she was looking at: some sort of… entity… in a giant, poofy penguin parka, some ridiculous thing that was totally out of place on the beach.

The penguin-parka-entity walked along the beach casually, with… penguins… behind her. Three, to be exact, waddling along as if it was normal. The entity looked around almost furtively, yet entirely missed Weiss as she moved. She glanced about with sunglasses that were big enough to cover half her face, but the entity was a 'she'. It was hard to make out much else, though, and Weiss watched, stupefied, as the walking-penguin-parka moved to the edge of the shoreline.

Weiss, with her jaw dropped in surprised, stared. She watched the glasses be plucked off by a dainty hand and placed into a pocket, and she watched as the girl brought her parka up and over her body - a very, very slim, very narrow body the likes of Weiss's own. Skin as white as moonlight was covered in a form-fitting onepiece, and though there was not much to compliment, it did look nice.

Purple hair flowed down crisp shoulders, and a fine, narrow, almost sharklike face flicked into the sunlight with an elegant twist. The penguin parka was dropped while the actual penguins around started to flap their 'wings', fluttering them and making sounds as if clapping. Weiss… honestly did not know what was going on, but none of that surprised her as much as the silvery things she saw at the end of the girl's legs.

Or, rather, in lieu of them, since she had no legs: just prosthetics below the thigh, curved and spring pieces of what could have been metal or something else - she did not know. The prosthetics dug into the sand neatly and kept the girl propped up, and there she stood, graceful and poised, with penguins around her.

What the fuck is wrong with this place? Weiss thought to herself.

The girl did something with penguins; Weiss didn't know. All she did know was that she stepped out onto the water with her prosthetics a moment later. She expected her to sink; it was logical with her legs as they were. It was not logical for her to stand on top of the water like some ethereal goddess, walking over it as if it was ground; she stepped forward, the penguins moving with her, movements crisp and controlled.

Weiss stared, mouth agape, at the strangeness of it - as if she'd stepped into another world. Only, it was very real, and the bizarre situation did not end there. No, then the girl started to dance. Honestly, earnestly dancing, her body twisting and swaying to some unheard beat, skating along the water's surface like - well like a figure skater. It was the most laughable thing Weiss had ever seen. It was also one of the most amazing things she had ever seen.

Her lips were low, her jaw gently dropped, her eyes wide. Penguin-lady's body twisted on the water, her prosthetics sliding, as she skated across the water's surface with unparalleled grace. It was bizarre. It was amazing. Weiss stared as the girl danced in harmonious silence, moving to a tune only she truly heard, her body twisting around and skimming atop the water with slick ease.

She twirled, arms above her head, and twisted; the penguins almost moved with her. They were rising in and out of the water, dancing above it like dolphins, skipping the surface before darting deeper like arrows. The unknown girl matched them, dropping under the water's surface in a perfect dive, cutting into it with grace. She slipped under the surface, and like a mermaid, she disappeared; until, at least, she resurfaced, breaking the top, and cutting up into the air with her penguin entourage.

And there she danced, moving left and right, twisting on the water's surface like a ballerina. It was one of the craziest things Weiss had ever appreciated, and she couldn't stop staring. It made her smirk and laugh and huff, but she couldn't help herself. It was crazy, but entrancing. Graceful in its ludicrousness. The unknown girl, though, made it seem like the most graceful show in the entire world, and for better or worse, the Heiress was hooked.

For minutes, for seconds, for however long it was. Weiss did not care. It was better than anything she'd seen back in Atlas or Mantle, in all of Vale, and she was hooked. When it was done, when the penguin-girl came to a final, warbling stop, the Heiress had herself up straight, rapt, and started to clap. She clapped for her, showing her appreciation for such an amazing dance, and expressed her joy at having seen it.

Crazy, Weiss thought, her lips pulled up in a grin, her hands enthusiastically clapping. She did not know, or anticipate, what the reaction to it would be, but she wanted to earnestly express herself and express how she felt about it. So, when the purple-haired girl cast a furious, almost incensed look her way, the Heiress took pause; she licked her lips, jerked her head back, and frowned.

The girl came storming up to her less than a second later. Though, when Weiss thought about it, stormed was not quite the word she would use. It was a brisk trot like a celebrity rounding upon paparazzi; a quick furious set of elegant steps and an upraised tilt to the chin that conveyed upset, annoyance, and a pissed off attitude.

Weiss wet her lips to counter and aggression. "That was -"

"Excuse you," the unknown girl said, "Just what the hell are you doing? Are you a pervert? Pervert. "

"I - you - what?" Weiss frowned. "I was simply expressing how wonderful I thought your dance was, ma'am -"

"Why do you think I care what you think? " The purple-haired girl said scornfully, her narrow face frowning. "What the hell are you doing spying on me, hm?"

"Uh…" Weiss stared the girl down. She was not that tall and not that big, and was, honestly, little bigger than Wiess herself. A tiny slip of a thing, and she looked comical when upset. "I was not spying on you? I can here to relax in private, then you showed up. I was here first."

"I seriously doubt that," the woman sneered. "You're a perve like everyone else around here."

"That is unequivocally not true," Weiss laughed - because she had to laugh. The situation was hilariously off-base, and it was entirely in line with literally everything else that went on around there. "Besides, I don't do that sort of thing. I don't need to chase women."

"Oh? A confident perve," the girl drawled, her smile vicious and scornful at the same time.

Weiss licked her lips, cocked her head, and reached up to grab her sunglasses. "I'm sorry for disturbing your solo dance, then. I didn't expect you to be as much of a bitch, but I suppose I was horribly off-base -"

Suddenly, the girl's eyes refocused on her hand. She looked at her, smirked, and licked her lips. " Ohhh… maybe you're not just perving on cute girls on the beach, hm?"

Weiss blinked, expression flat. "No."

"You're a master, eh?" The girl licked her lips again. "Where's your Servant, Master ?"

"I - my what?" Weiss furrowed her brow, now more or less lost. "I'm a what?"

"A Servantless Master, all alone, brimming with mana…" The girl flashed her teeth. "And she's spying on me. How… fortuitous."

Weiss cocked her head. "I am really not following. Are you pissed at me or not? Because I'd like to know before we proceed."

The girl then offered her a hand - or, offered it to be shaken and kissed, like a celebrity. "I'm Meltryallis, but you can call me Melt. "

"...Melt," Weiss repeated. "That's, ah… Why?"

"Because I make big, strong Masters melt for me," the girl breathed, and it sounded ridiculous enough for Weiss to grin. "And you are…?"

"Weiss Schnee," she replied. "You know, you're the first person to go on about this Master shtick."

"But I'll be the best," Melt purred, and she started to lean forward over her - or something like it. "You know, you owe me for watching my show, Master. "

"Owe you? Before you were pissed off."

"I charge good money to see me dance," Melt told her in a low, seductive voice. "I demand payment."

Weiss just sort of sighed. She was expecting a nice, relaxing time to herself, but things had done a one-eighty really quick - and since she knew exactly what was expected of her by now, she didn't wait. She just dug her fingers into her shorts, full well knowing every girl at the resort was a fucking hoe, and brought them right down without hesitation.

"Yes, yes," she sighed, "I know, I know…"

"Wow, a perv pulling her pants right down for a stranger," Melt rumbled. "I like that."

She stared at Weiss's cock long and hard - a dick that was, even then, rising up, filling up, and extending rather impressively. It started to engorge as if knowing it was about to fuck and rose with a desire to plow pussy into submission once more, despite the strain of the last five or so days. Melt stared at it with rising passion, her lips grinning, her eyes bright, as if pleased.

"And this…" Melt husked as she got down on her knees, "I like even more. Big, thick… perfect for a Master…"

Weiss just raised her brow. "Lovely one-eighty there, Melt."

Melt smirked at her. "I hope you know how to use this cock, Servantless Master. "

Weiss raised a brow and offered a half-smile; half tired, half eager. "Why don't you hop on and find out?"

Meltyrallis laughed at her and flipped purple hair over her shoulder. "You don't expect a celeb to do the work herself, do you?"

Weiss also laughed. "No, that's what I thought you'd say…"

Weiss grabbed her by the slender waist, making Melt gasp. Then, she pulled her forward, tugging her into her lap, and rolled her right around. In an instant, the white-haired girl used her gentle strength to pull a lighter, daintier girl into her lap, then down onto the towel she'd just vacated - easy as that. She rolled with her, sliding in against her, but her hands were possessive, almost lustful.

Weiss smirked at her from the side as, with one hand, she pulled on her leotard, dragging it up and away from her cunt. With the other, she brought her cock down, shameless in her inhibitions, hefting it upright without so much as a care - because she did not have to. She was too used to it by now, well-versed in the slutty ways of Spring Break, and she tackled that elusive beast like everything else.

"You don't want me to go slow, right?" She asked.

Melt flashed her teeth - like a shark. "If you do, I'll have to melt you for XP."

Weiss chuckled. "Dust, girls with red flags are so hot."

So, down she went. She crashed their lips together as she hoisted her dick upright, and, without hesitation, sent it slapping against that wet, puffy slit. Down she angled herself, aligning her body roughly, pressing into place against her missionary-like with ease; her body sliding into position as she had so many times before. That bit was easy, and as she pressed their mouths together and quickly kissed her, she got her dick right into place after mere seconds.

Weiss thrust into her hard, fast, and without hesitation. Maybe that was not the most sensible thing to do, but sense hadn't helped her all that much so far. She just pressed forward, slamming into her hot, tight snatch, and worked it down into the willing embrace of her pussy right then and there. Melt whined instantly, her lips gasping against her mouth, but Weiss did not focus on such a thing. She just hummed as she drilled her cock into yet another hole, yet another cunt to claim, just one more notch on her belt.

Hands whipped up to grab her shoulders, and she felt nails sink into her skin already. It was a strangely pleasant touch, all told. Weiss rather liked it. It did not influence her in the slightest, though, and short swept forward, her cock thrusting down into the tight, willing embrace of a pussy right then and there. She did not think twice as she sent herself thrusting forward, and rather just filled up that narrow cleft with the weight of her hard, turgid meat. Inches of it dove down, drilling past tight little lips, and into the hot tunnel beyond.

Melt was tight - very tight, in fact. She was a vice around her, a squeezing, clamping seal of pleasure, and Weiss grunted for it. It was intense to be sure, and she rather appreciated how it felt. It was nice and tight and war and all sorts of other things that hit her nerves just right, and despite her better intentions, she indulged in it. She smirked, her spine curling with satisfaction, as she drilled herself down, grinding her cock along the length of that squeezing snatch. She got herself in deep on that first go, and in that, she was proud.

Melt moaned against her mouth, but she was kissing back just as strongly – not some limp fuck or a dead fish, not at all. Her teeth actually nibbled into Weiss's lower one, biting down and applying firm pressure to her. It was a strong nip that made her gasp pleasantly but the Heiress did not pull away. She just leaned in and doubled down, accepting it with a little grunt of throaty satisfaction. Her cock pressed into her tight snatch, the weight of it rolling, her hips jabbing, getting herself nice and deep.

Bit by bit, down and down, drilling into her hot, clamping embrace Inches of her hardness filled up that tight, narrow pussy, and she appreciated it. She lavished in it, crazy though it was. She pressed the girl down, then, as her hips moved to a stop, about two-thirds of her shaft buried inside, and kissed her roughly. It was all teeth and tongue, but she did not mind it. She used the time to settle on top of her, let go of her dick, and used her palms to sweep along that pale, single-piece clad body.

She growled against her mouth, then, and arched her hips. She sent her cock grinding along her pussy, the weight of it sliding across sodden walls, almost spearing them out around her. They shifted with wet presses and bubbling froth, making it a nice, easy seal to press thoroughly. Weiss's palms dug into that fair, water-logged skin, and her hips rolled some more, just working her thick dick against that hot, tight little hole. It hugged her so, so closely, clamping down roughly, and she cherished it.

Fingers, though, stabbed at her back, clawing at her, almost demanding that she get a move on – so, Weiss did. She brought herself back, drawing out with a thick, wet slurp, and extracted the weight of her cock from those tight folds in one rush of motion. She tore herself backward, extracting herself in a rush, the thick flesh of her cock gliding along her tight snatch as fast as she could. It was a heady rush of movement for the both of them, and it matched their sudden, enthusiastic moaning.

Weiss pulled back and up, her cock swinging from those tight, squeezing folds, and got nearly all the way out. Her body straightened at the same time, with legs extending backward so that she looked like performing a push-up, and better braced herself. Her waistline rolled, her cock nudging, before sinking right back down, drilling the thickness of her prick into the hot pussy of a total stranger – someone as crazy as all the rest of them, honestly. In that, at least, they were all similar, and she enjoyed it to no end.

Down she went, cramming her cock into that tight cunt, and felt Melt groan against her. Teeth nipped at her lips and pulled it into a mouth to be suckled upon, and Weiss willingly went along with that enthusiastic sluttiness. She hummed and husked as she rolled her waist and pushed down, sending her cock thundering inside in a rough press. The meat of her shoved deep into that pliant hole, stretching it out all over again, reaming it out around her right in all the most pleasant of ways.

She did not know when it got so easy to fuck a girl, but she settled into it like a studhorse, a breeding-machine, a fuck-Semblance. She was far smoother and more efficient than logic dictated, but Weiss Schnee brought her hips around in a long, deft arc, cockmeat grinding every inch of the way, and stretched that pussy out around her in tandem. She worked at the slutty little walls as she moved in against the slender girl, and with relish, she pulled herself back just to feel the stimulation of motion against her shaft.

Melt grunted into her mouth and bucked her pelvis, but Weiss grabbed it with her hands. She almost held it aloft as she worked herself backward, pacing herself if only to settle into the motions of it. Inches of dickmeat extracted while the two of them kissed, and it was a thing that left her lips feeling rough and sore in moments. It was all nips and bites and suckles that were not quite comfortable, but matched the lusty, dangerous disposition of the prosthetic-bearing girl all too well.

Fingers clawed at her spine as Weiss drove herself right back down, thrusting into the hot, wet seal of her snatch in seconds. Her hard prick dove into her, cramming down with relish, pounding into the hot, wet seal without hesitation. Her shaft glided into her, then, drilling down into that tight seal, and crammed itself into her tight cunt Walls stretched around her in fits, swelling to match her length, and prompted a whine from those enthusiastically bitchy lips.

Weiss drank in the sound and replaced it with a grunt as she drove herself down, filling her pussy up with the weight of her meat. Not every inch, not yet, but that did not matter. The white-haired girl was already in motion, her hips tugging back with dexterous ease, extracted from her clamping tunnel in a quick little rush. The action was almost merciless, her pace almost depraved, her dick yanking free with a slurp and a squelch of bubbling juices. She brought herself backward all too quickly, moving fast, her arousal and libido spiking hard.

Then she was down again, her dick sinking deeply into that willing embrace of pussyflesh. She pounded her shaft into Melt, cramming her deepest spots with the weight of her meat, and filling up her pussy with delicious hardness. Inch after throbbing inch of Schnee fuckmeat crammed into her right then, filling her up to the brim and then some with its thickness. There was barely a spot left untouched by her virile pillar of a dick, and Melt seemed to moan hungrily for every last inch of it.

Melt pulled on her lower lip as she jerked her head back, suckling away lustfully. " Nnnnngh... you do know what you're doing..."

"Of course I do," Weiss husked, her hips moving hard and fast. "You're not the first girl I've fucked on the beach."

Melt laughed as she raked nails along her spine. "Then fuck me good, Master. It's hard to find one that isn't a limp-dicked fuck."

"I still don't know what that means," Weiss chuckled, "but sure. Whatever you say."

She went at her without hesitation, because there was none to feel. Cheating sex? Strangers? Protection? Whatever. Down she went, her cock thrusting into the tight glove of her pussy, working through her with roughshod intensity, before pulling back again all hard and fast and lusty. She moved at a rapid-fire pace, her body thrusting away at the sodden seal of her body, slamming her shaft down into her union without hesitation and without delay.

Her shaft sank inside, spearing out those soft ink walls with relish. It was so hot around her, so nice and tight, a vice-like embrace that she adored – but kept at it with stubborn, furious determination. She swung into her and hammered out a lewd beat on her snatch, their pelvises meeting with thick-sounding thuds, their bodies rocking as Weiss fucked her shamelessly. There was not much in the way of curves to bounce, but that slender body writhed enthusiastically all the same as it was stuffed up with meat.

"That's it!" Melt cooed. "That's what I'm talking about!"

Weiss laughed as she dove down, fucking her in broad, spearing strokes. Her shaft glided through her regardless of her tightness, stuffing her up with some nine inches of throbbing Schnee-dick. It should have almost been too much for her to handle, but Melt was perfectly fine with it. She sent her hips swinging forward just to get herself in deeper, to ream her out, and to feel that deliciously snug cunt hugging her. She wanted nothing more, and despite having gone through an entire night of sex, she was perpetually hard for more.

"Such a good, thick dick," The girl moaned. "I guess I don't have to melt you down after all."

"Fuck, you're needy," Weiss laughed, her voice rolling and firm. "What, haven't gotten fucked right before?"

"Forever," Melt complained. "So a new Master is always welcome."

"A shame, then," Weiss told her, hips pounding down at a rapid-fire pace, sliding in and out of her sopping warmth with determination. "A girl should never be left pleasured."

"Then you'd better make me cum, Master," Melt husked, her eyes bright.

"Oh, I will," Weiss chuckled. She brought her one hand up – the one with the strange tattoos she could not get off – and planted it by her head. She arched her waist, flexed her stomach, and slammed down, cramming her cock right into her. With eyes shining, she decided to play on just a bit more. "Master is going to make you cum around her cock."

"Y-yeah?" Melt groaned, her spine twitching and arching as she was stuffed with what could have been the biggest dick of her life. "How are you going to do that? With your cock?"

Weiss licked her lips at the shameless dirty-talk. "Maybe I'll just command you to come, hm?" Command – the word felt right on her tongue. Natural, almost. "Command you to cum as she fucks you silly, how about that?"

Melt's eyes went wide. Dangerously, dangerously wide. At the same time, Weiss's hand flared with glowing light. She did not know what, actually, happened. It was just too quick. But, one moment Melt was teasing and lilting and dangerous, and the next she was spasming hard, her body writhing, her spine arching, as if she'd been electrocuted half to death. Her eyes rolled right up as she squealed in total, orgasmic glee, hitting her peak right then and there in a single fit.

Weiss could only gasp breathlessly. The girl came around her dick with such intensity that it was crazy, and she came so hard that her pussy turned into a literal vice that squeezed and cut off circulation. Juices spattered her in waves, a frothing, steaming soup of honey-thick climax, and it spattered her even as she thrust down. She grunted hard, the pleasure mixing in with pain, and watched as the girl hit a peak so orgasmically high it did not seem possible -yet, it was.

"H-holy fuck," Weiss gasped, her body thrusting hard. "Are you - ?! Holy fuck - !"

But Melt was not responding – she was cumming her brains out. Again, it seemed, her body transitioning from one into another, spasming and arching and just writhing there like a wild, thrashing beast. It was insane, it made nose sense. Weiss had no fucking clue what was going on, because not even she was that good – but it did not matter. She brought her hand back, the tattoos a bit more faded, one of them almost gone, and then grabbed those writhing hips. She held Melt's ass above the towel as she slammed away at her, furiously fucking her even as she spasmed and came around her.

"Shit-shit-shit," Weiss swore, "Too fucking tight -!"

Melt was not listening; she was just gasping, screaming at the top of her lungs in pure, total pleasure, her face dazed and orgasmic. Juices spurted out endless as Weiss pounded away at her, and, in fact, it seemed s if every single thrust was fucking her silly and making her cum. It should not have been possible, but it was happening with each thrust and slam she made, each deep push and cramming slam. The white-haired girl found it utterly bemusing, but she did not stop.

She just kept at it, crazy though it was. She slammed into her, cramming away at her hot, wet pussy, fucking her through orgasm after orgasm, literally fucking her silly. Weiss swore and grunted and gasped as she tried to get a handle on it while Melt squealed at the top of her lungs in total, orgasmic bliss, her slender body quaking like it was going through a localized earthquake. It did not seem possible, yet happened right before her eyes.

"Too fucking – fuck," Weiss wheezed. "You're squeezing me too hard - !"

That did not matter, either. She pounded her throbbing fuckmeat through the vice of her snatch with endless passion, her hips swinging and spearing inside roughly. It was eye-wateringly difficult to ram into her each time she moved and it only got harder. She produced thicker, wetter sounds, increasingly gooey slurps, and juices bubbled up in obscene lines. It was crazy, but she just kept at it. She was, apparently, that good, and Melt was having her mind blown with every single thrust and push and press.

Melt just stopped speaking entirely. She was just moaning, just crying out, her body going increasingly limp even as it quivered. Her pussy offered endless juices for Weiss' thrusting cock to churn, and no matter how liquidy it became, the lubrication was not enough to overpower that tightness. She was being milked for dear life, her cock wrung out, and the girl could not last against it. Each thrust brought Melt endless, mind-breaking pleasure, and for her, it was immeasurable, ill-contained strain.

"Fuck, I can't - !" Weiss grunted, her face tight with strain. "I'm – shit!"

She could not hold back, so she slammed into that writhing, milking, endlessly-climaxing pussy, and held herself still. Immediately, her body did what it was primed to do, and her throbbing cock also exploded in warmth. Hot, gooey strings of seed launched out yet another time, and they started to plaster walls with their thickness all at once. Rushes of baby-batter exited her body, expelled by her tightened balls, and up into yet another girl's pussy that she could only barely remember the name of.

Worse, that pussy started to come even harder, and Melt whined even more. It did not seem feasible, but there it was, happening right before her eyes. Her snatch practically began to guzzle down her seed, too, endlessly drinking it up even as it was pumped into her, slurping up thick seed as fast as it was shot out. Melt did it unconsciously, and was lost in that endless pleasure – a gorgeous thing to see, but utterly bemusing for Weiss.

She held herself down, grunting and groaning, as she stuffed her full and watched her cum her brains out. Her cock was being wrung out and squeezed for dear life, and Weiss gasped with eye-watering strain. She slowly, slowly tugged backward, her dick drawing out of that tight vice with roughness, barely able to contain herself. It was, frankly, too much, and she was left wheezing by the time she popped out.

"Holy fuck," she wheezed, body shuddering. "F-fuck... Melt..."

She stared down at the girl, but she was lost in it, her mind dizzy and dazed. "H-hey… are you okay?"

Melt panted, lost and cockdrunk. She was still spasming, even then.

Weiss breathed out. "Fuck. I can't believe it." She shook her head. "I really am a sex god."

Melt kept on heaving.

"Are you going to be okay?" She asked, but Melt was not listening, at all. She was gone, and that was readily apparent. It made Weiss wince. "I can't just leave you here like this. What if someone finds you? …Shit…"

She looked around, looking for something to cover her up with, and -

She found three penguins behind her, staring at her head-on, with a penguin parka tucked just behind them.

One of the penguins was wearing sunglasses.

Weiss cocked her head.

"Not the weirdest thing I've seen all week," she said.

Back on the boardwalk by the beach, Weiss was just strutting along. She moved between the trinket shops, finally deciding to nab some sort of goodies for her friends back home. Or something like that. She did keep on getting distracted, but she didn't mind so much. She had a goal, and that was the best part about it. She was doing something productive, and the bright, cheery atmosphere pleased her.

She saw a lot of people she knew, and those she'd fucked before. Once, she saw Tifa at a bar, and at another, she was winking and waving at 2B alongside another white-haired friend of hers - and was, even then, staring at the fat ass bouncing with each pleasant step. Weiss's attention was more or less torn between all the pretty ladies on display, but that was fine. She was used to it by that point.

The fact that she had, at one point, been worried about cheating felt laughable. Now, her only concern was who she was going to fuck next. The place was an all you could eat buffet, and Weiss was stuffing herself like a chipmunk before winter. A comical prospect, but she was licking her lips, winking at girls, and offering roughish grins at pretty much everything. She was leering like any of the other fuckboys, but honestly, she just couldn't bring herself to care.

She found herself, at one point, leaning in a gift shop, alternating between flirting with the cashier and picking out stuff to buy, just because she could. By the time she was walking out she had a gift bag on her arm, the girl's number in her pocket - she would likely forget to call it, given how many people she got to lay on the regular - and she was flicking a new pair of sunglasses onto her head.

Weiss walked out, smiling, humming, the sun bright on her pale, yet warmed, skin. She swaggered out and along all too readily, her eyes glancing along. Things were both familiar and unfamiliar, and she absorbed it all equally. The area was a nice, spacious thing, with bright, reflective lights. The further down she walked, the more classically beautiful it was, until it transitioned into a wood boardwalk along the beach, with palm trees, rocks, and little ponds set down to make it look like some mystic, monk-like garden.

But, as she looked, she saw cameras set up, and saw glimmering sheets of reflective screens to reflect light. There were people around, and it took her cultured mind no less than four seconds to realize that it was, clearly, a movie set, or a photo shoot - either or. She did not pay it much attention, though, and just brushed past it, chalking it up as just another event on the packed resort.

Until, at least, her name was called out. "Excuse me! Excuse me, are you Weiss Schnee?"

Weiss paused, turned, and pushed her new sunglasses up. She stared at a man with an ID tag around his neck and a camera in his hand, then pursed her lips suspiciously. "Yes. Yes, I am."

"Oh, wow, great!" The guy smiled broadly and offered her a hand. "Woodstock, Amarillo Woodstock. I'm a photographer, we've done pictures in Atlas before."

"Oh." Weiss smiled thinly. Paparazzi, her mind told her. "How interesting to meet someone from back home here."

"Yeah, rarer than you'd think!" The guy laughed, which was… bizarre phrasing as far as Weiss was concerned. "Anyways, I'm actually here doing a photoshoot with some models, and I was wondering if you'd like to step in for one of them? Having a Schnee on our spread would be great!"

Weiss smiled curtly. "I'm here on vacation, Sir. I'm not going around with paparazzi."

"I totally get that," the guy said in a voice that meant he did not get that, "but we're just looking for someone to stand in for one of our other models, and honestly, they're pretty generic. You'd fit right in!"

"Yeah, I'm not sure about that," Weiss said, still curt. "I'm not interested in becoming talent, or anything like that."

"I see, I see," Amarillo said sagely. He nodded twice, then offered her a card. "If you change your mind, we'd love to do a spread with you."

Weiss took it to be polite. "Sure thing."

The man waved and started to go back from where he came, and Weiss followed him with her eyes. She saw the other photographers and the other recorders, and she saw the set-up all around. It was expansive, and yet basic at the same time. Unimpressive, and not for her - but she kept on looking around curiously, scanning across the area. There were a few props, a few makeup ladies, but mostly just screens.

There - oh.

Weiss raised a brow. Sitting on a chair getting ready with makeup was a blonde: a shockingly pretty blonde, in fact, her hair done in two tails of curling, shiny yellow, her face round and fair, a mixture of eastern and western features. She wore a bikini around her top, the colour a smooth blue, arching around tits that were an easy double-D cup. Her waistline was slung with a pair of jean-shorts, and they cupped a set of rather impressive hips all around.

Her body was smooth and lean, very model-like. Her face was pretty, almost beautiful, and her body fat ratio was clearly skewed in favour of her breasts. They hung against her blue bikini rather enticingly, and already, Weiss was licking her lips. The girl looked half-bored as she stared at her phone and got her makeup applied by others, as if she was just waiting for entertainment.

Weiss licked her lips. "Mister Amarillo?"

The photographer turned.

"I changed my mind," she said. "I'd love to work with your model there."

The man looked back and forth before beaming. "That's great! Here, come here, come here, we'll just get a biiiit of makeup on you yeah -"

That was how Weiss found herself side-by-side with one Ann Takamaki, edged into the model with a smile on her lips and a dimple to her cheeks.

"Hey," said the blonde, "sorry they roped you into this. They've been kinda desperate for a while now."

"Oh, it's no issue," Weiss lied. "I've been dealing with paparazzi and the like for a long time."

"Really?" Ann raised a blonde brow at her. "I don't recognize you, sorry. Are you, like, are you a celeb?"

"I'm… rich where I come from," Weiss chuckled. "Wealthy family, and all that."

"Ah." Ann nodded sagely. "I get it."

Ann leaned back as one of the artists fluffed her face with makeup, and Weiss looked her over accordingly. The girl was beautiful, almost stunning in her own way, clearly a model. Weiss had fucked a lot of girls like models, but never an actual model. She found the idea intriguing, even if sex wasn't technically on the cards yet. But soon, perhaps, and she enjoyed that thought.

"Have you been a model for a long time?" Weiss asked gently.

"I guess you could say that," Ann replied, letting her face be all fluffed up. "A few years, now, like, seriously, but there was some other minor stuff before it."

It wasn't much to go off of, but Weiss didn't really think about it. "I see. Well, I can only hope that you'll be able to show me the ropes, Ann."

Ann giggled. "There's literally nothing to it, but don't worry. I'll show you what to do."

"I'm glad." Weiss offered a side-grin. "I've always learned that the only people you can trust are pretty women. The rest are just looking for something to get."

Ann laughed. "Okay, that is so not true. Also, cheesy as hell."

"Excuse you," Weiss mock-pouted, "but it's true: you're very pretty."

Another laugh. "Not as smooth as you think, Weiss."

"I'm trying, I'm trying -"

"Are the models ready?" The photographer from before said, then looked them over to confirm it himself. "Yes, great, wonderful, wonderful, let's just get you two up and - yeah, back to the screen, please -"

And there Weiss found herself beside Ann, their bodies striking poses at the dictation of the camera. She went along with the urgings and commands just as she had done with Rise the day before, and she slipped into place beside the surprisingly taller, fitter blonde all too easily. One was graceful, like the model she was; the other more like a dancer, but no less poised. Whether or not it looked good for the camera, though, the teen had no idea at all.

She just wanted to be beside her, to touch skin, and to ease her way into her good graces and then, hopefully, her DM's. She had no more of a reason than that. She pressed in beside her, she leaned into her smooth, silky skin, and she moved at the dictation of the photographers. Tiw as the most she'd done with the paparazzi in some time, and she considered Ann to be a worthwhile compromise for that time.

"Ann, just wrap your arms around her neck and push your chest up into her face," the guy said at one point, and - well, Weiss did a bemused double take, but that did not stop Ann from doing exactly that. She almost shoved her tits into her face and lifted her one leg up like a lovestruck teen, and the bemused white-haired girl simply appreciated having tits in front of her.

"Perfect, perfect," the photographer, Mr. Woodstock, said. "Now… Ann, arm around Weiss's back. Weiss, get your hand on her ass, please…"

Weiss blinked twice. "Her ass?"

"Yes. Just grab it, yeah."

Ann smiled at her, so Weiss just went along with it. Bemused, sure, but happy, and she planted her hand down on her ass. She cupped it shamelessly, despite the bizarreness of it. She raised her brows and twisted her lips around in hearty surprise, but she planted it down, cupped the girl through her jean-shorts, and moulded into her side for the benefit of the camera.

"Now, let's get a hand on one of her tits," the guy told Weiss. "Ann, pretend to be undoing your shorts, yup, mhm, just like that, sweetie, oh, yeah -"

Weiss tried to hide her smile as she cupped Ann's breast, next, and almost sighed at the soft touch of her skin, and she bit down on her lip in glee. She fondled it gently when the photographer told her to, and a thrill rushed through her body at the idea of it being so lewd. Ann went with it, flipping one pigtail behind her shoulder, and hummed, seemingly without a care.

That was what Weiss was made to do: run her hands over Ann's body, caressing her skin and her curves, while Ann progressively got looser. When Weiss was putting a hand down her jean-shorts, Ann was grabbing at her bikini top; when Wiess was grabbing at her waist, Ann pulled down her shorts; when Weiss had a hand on a naked breast, squeezing it, her lips close to her neck as if to kiss, Ann was reaching into her shorts, touching her dick - all for the camera.

"Alright, this is great stuff, girls," the photographers told them, "Now let's get to the main event, yeah? We're thinking… face-off position, Ann in Weiss's lap, yeah -"

"That's…" Weiss trailed off. "What kind of shoot is this, anyways?"

Ann looked at her askance. "A porno shoot. Why, you didn't know?"

Weiss just sort of huffed a laugh. "Uh… people don't usually ask me to join that. Not that I'm complaining.."

"Oh, yeah," Ann agreed. "It's strange, sure, but trust me, I was surprised by how much you can make going from modeling into some porno gigs. Once and a while, at least."

"I'm… sure I agree," Weiss hummed.

"I'm just glad you're my costar," Ann told her with a smile. "Hottest I've had all week!"

"Yeah, no, I'm glad, too -"

"Girls!" The photographer called out. "Less talking, more fucking, yeah? We're on a schedule!"

Ann winked. "Shall we?"

"For sure," Weiss agreed.

They got down pretty much right then, despite how utterly bizarre it was. Weiss felt as if she'd walked into the plot of a porno, honestly, but there was no denying it. Ann was not quite eager so much as dedicated, and she genuinely pushed Weiss down, fished out her dick, and sat herself down into her lap, just like that. Legs folded out around one another's hips, stretching and curling, to fit into a 'face off' position, aligning themselves roughly yet smoothly at the same time.

With a beautiful girl in her lap, Weiss wasn't about to start saying no to being on camera for it. Really, not at all. She had a gorgeous pair of tits in her face, too, and that was about as far as her brain was willing to offer right then. She leaned in and planted her face right amidst that big, fluffy cleavage, admiring the full, heavy mounds of skin right then and there, just like that. She really did not think further, and she did not consider more.

They were on camera? Sure. She was sure it would be a scandal back home, but it was damn hard to consider right then. Her hands folded around those smooth hips and traced along a narrow waistline as the pretty blonde brought herself up and along her dick, her thighs slipping into place, their bodies angling into that perfect sort of face-off position. She arched, her pelvis sliding, aligning herself, pressing up and along the bulbous head of her cock, moving smoothly -

Ann pressed down on her cock, getting it into herself without hesitation. Or maybe there was, but it definitely didn't feel like it when she was that wet. Weiss wasn't about to think twice about that, either, and she just didn't care about it. She sighed instead as yet another hot, wet pussy surrounded her dick, sliding down over her, rubbing along the first few bits of her white dick. Drawing it up into a hungry pink embrace. It moved smoothly, guided by wetness and a naturally silky dick, and Ann sighed rather lovingly for it.

"Whoa..." The girl groaned softly. "They build you girls big out here."

Weiss chuckled against her tits. "So I've been told. Repeatedly."

Ann giggled while Weiss buried her face into her cleavage, running her lips around the soft expanse of those bare, jiggling tits. Her lips closed down on patches and kissed hungrily, drawing upon the white flesh with an eagerness. Weiss loved big tit,s and Ann had a really nice pair for her body and her size. It was the kind of thing she liked to worship and liked it enjoy, so she leaned in, nuzzled down, and applied pressure with her mouth; leaving wet marks with each press and shove.

Ann sighed. "Oh, wow . That is sooo big..."

Ann dropped down on her cock with a little whine and that husky noise, her hips falling upon its length as smoothly as she could manage. Her cunt gobbled it up, rolling across the thick, white girth. She took it inside without difficulty, sliding up and over it with a wet press, insides gently slurping, walls gently folding. Her pussy accepted the turgid girth without reluctance, though it was clearly bigger than the girl had ever taken before – or expected to take, either.

Weiss did not care. That was fine by her. She just let Ann move, dropping onto the weight of her cock, taking it into her hot, wet embrace with a gentle rubbing motion. Her silky insides rubbed and ground against her, folding and tugging, drawing the shaft up and up into her heated embrace. The blonde's model-like body dropped elegantly, with skill, and took dick into her softness, burying it deep into those sodden folds. It was a good sensation, a nice, squeezing tightness that the Heiress adored, and she did not hesitate to make it known.

"You feel amazing," she told her, because she could, and because it was true. "Fuck, why are all you girls around here so hot?"

Ann giggled again. "You've already got your dick in me. No need to flatter."

"I want to flatter," Weiss husked, her hips arching, stabbing cockmeat deeper into that hot, tight snatch. She pushed it up, making Ann whine, and used her hands to pull her hips forward. In that face-off position, they were really close, and Weiss's hands had more power than they could usually offer. She was able to drag her in and bury her on her dick in the same movement, and she saw the strained, pleased expression flit across Ann's face all at once because of it.

"D-damn," Ann hissed, her breath coming out fast. "That's -"

Weiss clicked her tongue and let out a rolling breath as she rolled her waist, still sitting, but gyrating her dick into her. She let her lips trail along the soft curve of Ann's neck in tandem, and with her hands petting the curves of her waist, she was almost appreciating her body right then – soft and subtle though it was. Still, the blonde seemed pleased, if the cute little squeaking noises she made were any indication, and if the flashes across her face were true.

"S-shit," Ann swore, her breath misting out. "Never had a dick this b-big before... Shit..."

The girl squeaked as she rolled her hips in tandem, struggling, almost, to move them together. It was not the easiest movement, and she pressed in against her with a soft, wet gush of contact. Her pussy squelched as her broad hips moved forward, rubbing against her, driving into her, moving as Weiss did the same in turn; her waistline rolling, allowing her cock to press up against that heated embrace and shove out walls. The silky pink folded against her in all the best sorts of ways, and Weiss purred for it.

"Don't worry," she husked, lips close to her neck, "You're doing great."

Whether she was or was not did not matter: it was all about the sensation of it. Weiss's lips closed down around Ann's neck to plant more kisses across it, leaving marks in her wake, wet patches that glimmered in the light. Her hands cupped her waistline at the same time, gently tracing it out, drawing up and along to map out that soft skin. Breasts jiggled in front of her as the blonde shoved herself forward, stirring up her insides along that big, thick slab of a dick ahead of her.

Walls moved and rocked as hips bucked and pushed down, stirring up her insides with the hard, thick dick. Ann sighed and mewled as she warped arms around Weiss's neck, securing herself there in her lap. At first, the sex lacked any of the stimulation or movement she had come to expect, and was really just grinding: two people moving together, their hips stirring, churning juices like butter and making walls flex. Wiess would have had a problem with it, had Ann not been making such cute sounds.

Or if she did not have such a good rack, which she did. Her plump titties jiggled in front of her face with each twitch and roll of her body, and Wiess smirked lovingly to see it. Her hands swept up to grab hold of those tits and bring them up in her palms, and she dug in greedily to feel them. Ann moaned as soft, squishy breastflesh was kneaded around in her lustful hands, bent out of shape and shifted at the behest of the very skilled, very horny Schnee.

"Fuck," Ann whined. "Oh, gosh, someone that actually knows how to use their hands..."

Weiss chuckled as she kissed her neck and squeezed her tits. It made Ann squeak and whine and moan, but the busty blonde was enjoying it. Her hips moved up a bit firmer, moving with a bit more force drawing up and against the cock for the first proper time instead of just grinding and stirring – and that soft level of contact pleased Weiss. Her cock throbbed happily as silken walls rubbed up against her, drawing across her length and making juices squelch out of place. It was a good sensation, and she hummed throatily for it.

"That's it," She spurred, "move just like that, gorgeous."

"So big," Ann squeaked again. "A-ah... Shit..."

Her hips pulled up in the face-off position, rising along the cock at a gorgeous pace. Though hesitant with her size, Ann moved like someone that got laid a lot – which only made sense, as far as Weiss was concerned. Pretty blondes had fun, she figured that out by now. Each moment afterward was just more pleasurable than the last, and as those hips crawled up she kneaded at her tits and squeezed them in her fingers. She worked at her body with her mouth, caressing soft, model skin, enjoying it all.

The thrust that Ann offered was shallow, almost hesitant. There was only so much space she could get in the position, where thighs were strewn together and around hips, and she was sitting in her lap; her range of motion was limited, but she did her best. She rose up halfway before dropping down, taking the hard cock into the wetness of her cunt, drawing it up and dropping down with a wet noise and a thud. Flesh gently squished together, her ass compressing, before rolling and grinding.

"So big," Ann sighed again. "It's so fucking big inside me..."

The blonde stirred her hips before bouncing again, drawing up with a wet noise and an even wetter squelch. Weiss, instead, busied herself with her tits, once more going at them with lusty satisfaction. Her mouth closed down around patches of white and drew it up, while hands moved to grope and grab at those big, fleshy swells. She hefted them, squeezing them in hand, and bending them out of shape. Her lips closed down firmly, dropping and drawing into place, planting wet marks across those rounded surfaces.

She kissed at her breasts and suckled on them almost lewdly while Ann brought herself up along her dick in a quick, shallow rise, moving across only a few inches of thick dick, before then dropping down – taking it into herself with another thick, wet noise. Juices churned as she drilled the thick slab of a dick deep inside, and let out a satisfied moan as she was stretched out around it. It was all at her own behest and her own skill, and that was just fine with Weiss. She didn't mind letting Ann take the reins, even if it was all shallow and brisk.

Having a cute girl in her lap, a hot pussy around her dick, and some big tits in her face was more than enough for her, anyhow. She suckled on breastflesh and pushed it up in her hands, kneading it around, while Ann did all the work pulling herself along her cock. Her bounces were shallow at best, moving across only a few inches of turgid cockmeat at a time, her pace limited by the position she was in; but she did her best with it anyhow, pulling herself up, almost, rubbing herself across Weiss's smooth body, before dropping down again.

"Fuck," the blonde whined. "Shit – shit. So big..."

The cameras clicked as they recorded what was going on, but thankfully, Weiss lacked the inhibitions even when not drunk such that she did not care. She just went with it, her hands kneading breatsflesh, while her lips pulled a nipple up into her hot mouth. She wrapped her nipples around them, pulling firmly, drawing it up and suckling gently with a wet press. She suckled, the noise firm, the wetness roiling, allowing saliva to squelch out around her.

She hummed against her breast and sent her tongue sliding up across it, suckling on that tender nub with relish. She suckled and slurped upon it, drawing it up, her hands pushing tits upward at the same time to knead and caress. Breasts jiggled against her face as Ann moved, her hips rising and falling across her cock, her cunt gliding over the many meaty inches as best as they could. The movements were shallow, but that did not make it any less satisfying for the both of them, either.

"So thick," Ann sighed. "Oh, she's filling me up so much..."

Maybe it was just for the cameras, but Weiss did not know or care. Her body rocked against her as she rose and fell in shallow, brusque arcs, climbing not at all that far, and then dropping down again. She would rock her hips on each deep push, stirring it up against her, before rolling back and rising up with another wet squelch. She pulled and pushed, working the dick as best as she could her insides squelching and roiling in place, before sweeping again – and again, and again, always moving, always fucking herself against her dick.

Pretty much at all times, Weiss had the entirety of her dick buried in a soft, tight pussy. She enjoyed every last bit pf it, too, regardless of how 'shallow' the fucking was. She liked friction, she liked movement, but that was nice, too. It was a soft, squishy embrace, it was a wet seal of heat, and it was all distinctly pleasurable. She pushed and dropped, she moved and she thrust, Ann constantly taking dickmeat into her soft, tight snatch. She worked at it with soft moans and sighs, her hips rising and falling, and the Schnee girl just enjoyed

She suckled on her nipple as Ann's hand curled around her neck, drawing up against it. She dug her fingers into her white hair as she dropped down, enjoying it seemingly to the fullest. Ann bounced herself up and down to the benefit of the cameras, rising and falling upon her length with ever-increasing noises: squeaks, moans, mewls, and gasps, her little sighs and her soft whines. Her spine arched and shoved tits into Weiss's face, which the white-haired girl was all too happy to take advantage of.

Hard and fast, smooth and steady, she rose and fell upon her cock, taking it inside more, and more, and more. Weiss suckled on her nipple, leaving it shiny and wet, before moving on to the other, all while kneading and squeezing at her soft, fluffy tits. She worked at them lustfully while her shaft throbbed potently, the length engorging with blood as it prepared itself for yet another load, yet another mark, yet another claimed babe. She did it without thought, without effort, and just rolled with it.

"Your cock is so big," Ann groaned, "it's throbbing so, so much -"

"Is she close?" One of the photographers said, speaking up for the first time.

"Yeah," Ann moaned.

"Good. Pull off and get a nice facial, yeah? Great for the photo spread."

Weiss raised a brow.

Ann whined. "But -"

"-People love facials," the whoever-it-was said, and that was pretty much that.

Before Weiss was seven on board, Ann was tugging off her cock just like that. Weiss groaned as the blonde untangled herself all at once, and she sighed as she settled herself in front of her on her knees. Hands grabbed against her cock, wrapping them up tightly, and pulled at that hardness, wringing them up in her tight fingers, pulling at the hard shaft, drawing upon it with wet intensity – pulling, stroking, pumping, offering wet noises that made Weiss gasp.

"Hey -"

The cock throbbed hard, and that was that. The dick exploded in sudden, virile warmth, pulsating hard, and sent out thick, drooling strings of warmth launching upward in a quick and messy heap. Gooey wetness launched out and rushed up into the air, there to spatter against Weiss's face. It smacked against Ann's face, hitting her cheeks, plastering them with hot warmth, moving along in gooey heaps of wetness. Her pale, make-up-lined face was coated with sticky seed all at once, a sudden, fitful wave of seed that came out hard and fast.

"Just like that!" One of the photographers said, "That's great!"

Weiss just groaned as hot seed launched out of her dick and spattered Ann's face: over her cheeks, over her jawline, across her chin, down over her lips and the bridge of her nose. It hit her forehead and over her eye, sticking her and holding there in the weirdest, wettest of ways. It strung across her features, the make-up lined features totally coated, gummed up with a plaster of baby-batter that looked something like a mask. Ann was utterly lined up in seconds, in moments, and the Heiress just sighed for it.

Ann smiled the entire time, almost bemusingly -all pretty for the cameras. Weiss sort of panted and sighed, her shoulders rolling, in the face of it, her head shaking with bemusement at the strange position. She didn't know what to make of it, nor the cameras being focused on her – but she supposed it didn't matter, either.

"Oh, that's great, that's great," said one of the photographers as they checked their reel. "Facials are just perfect – front cover material, honestly."

Weiss just laughed. "I can only take your word for it."

Ann, also, laughed, and started to wipe at the cum keeping one of her eyes closed. "I think I'm going to need to go into makeup after this… again…"

"Sorry," Weiss told her. "I was just -"

"Don't worry," the photographers interrupted, "your next scene is at the pool, so we're good there."

Ann half-grinned. " Cool. "

"Thanks so much for your service and help, Weiss," Mr. Woodstock then said, moving right up to Weiss and offering her a handshake. "We couldn't have done it without you. If you're interested in another scene, just give us a call!"

Weiss took a long, lingering look at Ann's cum-covered face, then down at her tits, and smiled. "Oh, I think I will… especially if Ann needs a partner again."

Ann winked with her one good eye, but when her face was so covered with cum, it just looked sort of laughable.

Weiss liked it, though.

"Say, what's the name of those… porno?" Weiss asked innocently. "You know, to support it, and all that jazz."

Ann laughed.

Weiss was back at the bar by the time evening hit. Or, early evening. Late afternoon? She lost track of time, she had no idea what was when or how or why. She just sort of rolled with it, as always. She needed a good drink, and she went for a good drink once the desires hit her. She couldn't exactly resist the call for something nice, stiff, and warm in her stomach right then, and without any sort of inhibitions to stop her from behind as horrible a drunk as her mother, she went for it.

At least I'm a high-functioning drunk compared to mom, Weiss thought wryly.

She pushed past the crowds, as always, and she went straight to the bar, as ever. She laughed with someone, she joked with another, freer than ever before in her life, and waved two fingers at the bartender to get their attention. Then, she leaned in once she had it, and with her voice chipper and bright, she called out her order with an enthusiasm that would have made her sister blush.

"Get me one of those specialty martini things," she told the nameless man, "with the umbrella, but do like, a, like a double-sized glass. And give me a beer on the side, whatever can you have, I don't care. Oh, and do you have a wine menu or something?"

And so, Weiss was left with a wine menu while she waited for her drinks. She had already slapped down her black card to open a tab, and it didn't matter how full it got when it would be paid off without fail. She didn't mind it in the slightest, and she just busied herself by leaning against the bar, looking at the menu of laminated plastic, and waited for her drinks.

"Weiss? Weiss Schnee?"

Weiss looked up at the bartender. "Yes, that's me -"

The bartender was still fishing for her drink.

Weiss frowned.

"Weiss Sh - that is her? WEISS SCHNEE?"

Weiss turned the other way, and ahead of her she found a tall, elegant-looking girl taking firm, measured steps toward her. She had on a one-piece bikini of black fabric and ten too many cutouts, showing off the skin of her waist, the area around her navel, and the size of her cleavage. It was a gorgeous outfit, though, a wonderful bikini, capped with a sarong around a set of hips so wide as to be mouth-watering.

The girl was hot, no doubt about it. Her eyes were a pale, icy blue, matching blue hair that was short in parts and tucked back in others like a tail. Her limbs were long, fine, and nimble, with clear muscle to her frame, as if she whipped around heavy equipment all day. She was also all legs, with enough thigh to her to make Weiss genuinely impressed and more than a bit envious.

Hot, she thought, and smiled. "Hello, that's me. I don't believe we're quite acquainted?"

She jutted her hand forward to offer a shake.

So, too, did the girl.

"I'm Weiss Schnee," Wiss greeted as the girl rapidly approached. "Pleased to meet another beautiful -"

A harsh slap rang out through the bar as the unknown girl smacked her across the cheek, making her head flip and whip to the side. Weiss stared, bemused, her cheek aching, body almost frozen. A hand lingered beside her, right in her line of sight, the termination point of a perfectly crisp, perfectly executed slap. Weiss had been slapped. A stranger had just come up and fucking slapped her.

"What the fuck? " Weiss snorted in utter bemusement.

"Weiss Schnee," the unknown bluenette stated flatly, "I will have vengeance for what you did to my friend!"

"I - what? " Weiss snorted again as she pulled herself backward with righteous indignation. "I don't even know who the hell you are!"

"I am Eula of the Lawrence Clan," the bluenette told her, "And you committed a crime against my friend. Prepare for vengeance."

"For - what? What the fuck is this?" Weiss frowned, snorted, and shook her head, all indignant and miffed and utterly baffled. "I don't know the hell you are, who your friend is, or what this is about, but step back, woman, or else."

"How dare you," Eula hissed, her eyes narrowed. "You insult my friend, you ruin her honour, and now you're acting so - so - so flippant? I will have my vengeance for -"

"I don't even know who your friend is or how I've imputed her honour, " Weiss said in a gravely voice; firm, unyielding, and upset. She wasn't about to take shit from some stranger, nor let someone slap her and get off the hook. "But if you want to talk about honour, I'll start by questioning yours for attacking an unprepared opponent."

"How dare you," the newcomer hissed, her nostrils flared, her eyes narrowed. "I am not some scummy - some scummy - f-fuckboy going around leaving women honourless and-"

Weiss was pissed, if only because it was so damned bizarre. She scoffed, she snorted, and she stood right up in front of her, undaunted by the girl's significantly taller size and puffing herself up to somehow match it. "If you want to fight, Eula Lawrence, then just say so - because I will not stand for slander."

"It is not slander if it's true," Eula stated, but flung her hand out to point a finger at Weiss's face. "But if a duel is what you wish for, then - !"

"EULA!" Another voice called out - a distinctly familiar one, that time. "EULA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING I LEFT YOU FOR TWO MINUTES EULA HOW ARE YOU PICKING A FIGHT ALREADY -"

Eula frowned, and so, too, did Weiss as Amber flung herself out of the crowd and tackled the bluenette's outstretched arm. She hung off of it, almost, trying to hold the woman back, while they just stared.

Weiss frowned. "Amber…?"

"Eula I said to say hi! "

Eula frowned at Amber. "You said to fight."

"I did not say that!" Amber whined. "Besides, why would I?!"

"She insulted your honour," Eula told her friend very, very seriously. "That put her on The List."

Amber sputtered. "I told you we had a great time together!"

"I thought you said you had an irate time together?"

" Why would I say that!? "

"Because - because this uncouth woman," Eula stated as she gestured at Weiss, "had sex with you. Unprotected, unmarried sex with you. That is a clear slight against your person."

"Eula!" Amber gasped. "We've all banged before! This is Spring Break - ohmygosh - " Amber turned to the very shocked, very disbelieving Weiss. "Weiss, hey, nice to see you, sorry for my crazy friend she doesn't get simple things and is totally defensive this is my bad like I didn't -"

Weiss, sighing, reached forward to pat Amber's head. "Nice to see you again, Amber. Nice to see you have… volatile… and defensive friends."

Eula narrowed eyes at her.

"But I think there's been a misunderstanding," Weiss finished, her smile cool and even.

"There is no misunderstanding," Eula said flatly. "You are a degenerate fuckboy -"

"Okay, bish, you know what -"

Amber squeezed herself right in between them and set hands on both their chests. "Okayguysthat'senough!"

Both girls stared at one another. Eula clearly upset, Weiss very much pissed.

"I am so sorry things turned out this way," Amber said quickly. "Look, Eula, I had a great time with Weiss, it was totally cool. Nothing went wrong! Really!"

"I doubt it," Eula said, still glaring at Weiss.

Weiss narrowed her eyes back. "Look -"

"Let's just get some drinks and settle our nerves, yeah?" Amber said as enthusiastically as she could, mustering up some sort of faux-confidence. "Uh… it'll calm us all down!"

"No, it won't," Eula replied flatly, still glaring.

"Amber, I think you're great," Weiss replied, "but I don't want to get drinks with this attack dog."

Eula worked her jaw.

"Let's just get drinks? And sit down?" Amber almost begged, casting puppy dog eyes at the both of them. "...Please?"

Eula leaned in. "I will have vengeance, Weiss Schnee."

"And I'd drink you under the table," Weiss replied with a sharp smirk.

"Is that a bet?"

"It's a promise."

Amber made a noise. "Can we just get drinks, please?"

"You're on," said Eula.

Weiss kept on smirking.

Amber sighed. "Guys…"

"I know, right?!" Eula half-shouted as she gestured with a glass of sloshing red wine. Three more glasses were crowded around her, but she did not seem to care that she was knocking them aside. "Oh, my father is - was - is - terrible. Absolute asshole. Honestly!"

"I know, I know," Weiss agreed, "They're all so judgemental and shitty and it's just like, is it that hard not to be an asshole? Really?"

"I know," Eula groaned in agreement.. She tossed her blue head of hair back and practically slurped down another mouthful of alcohol, and put it down with respectable ease. She made it seem simple, despite her red, flushed cheeks, and her slightly expanded eyes. "I - ah - it's just. Like. You're acting like an ass? Don't pressure me with it."

Weiss nodded in agreement even as she put her third beer back. She and Eula had matched one another drink for drink, and now both were flushed in the face, both were left dry in the mouth, and both were half-slumped against the table, deep in their cups. They were almost definitely getting wasted right then, but neither of them seemed to focus or care on that.

"Don't expect me to be your pretty, perfect daughter," Weiss complained to Eula. "You've already fucked up with your best heir, so don't throw it on me and get mad when you fuck right up."

"I agree, I agree," Eula said, her voice muffled as she drank. "I mean, I am the only heir… but don't put the expectations of an entire family on me."

"Exactly," Weiss agreed sagely. "You, my father is the one that gave me this."

She gestured at the scar over her eye. Eula immediately cooed and leaned in. "Really?"

"Yes. Mostly."

"Mhm, mhm." The girl tossed her head back with her wine and gulped it down. "Shitty families suck."

"Shitty families suck," Eula said in solidarity, and also drank deeply. "The worst."

"The worst," Weiss agreed.

Amber made a sound like a woooo. She was slumped against the table, more tuckered out than the rest of them, a clear lightweight. Face flushed, skin red, eyes hazy, almost totally wasted. "Wowwwww, look at you guys getting along! It's so nice. "

"We're not getting along," Eula denied. "We're agreeing on our shitty parents."

"Yeah," Weiss agreed, "we're hitting it off on our bad family lives."

"Mhm, mhm," said Eula, and drained more wine down. "It's like, so what if I want to be a Knight of the city that drove you out? You're the idiots that caused it in the first place!"

Weiss nodded rapidly, her face red. " I don't want to take over your shitty company and its practices, like, what if I wanna be a huntress? So what? Your real heir already left for the military!"

"Families are stupid," Eula said flatly, and drank another cup down to the base. Then, she peered at it all tipsy-like, and pouted. "Oh…"

"A product of broken families," Weiss agreed, and similarly emptied her cup. "...Huh…"

"You guys should totally hook up," Amber drawled excitedly, her voice a drunken timber. "You'd be, like, great."

Eula scoffed and snapped out her hand. "Never. "

Weiss laughed at her. "Insane. We're like fire and water."

"Ice and fire."

"Ice and ice?"

"That doesn't make sense."

"Huh."

Amber pointed. "You're both ice-types!"

They both glared at Amber. "Shut up."

Back to one another.

Eula sniffed. "I'm out of -"

"-So am I," Weiss agreed. Then, she brought her hand up. "Waitress! Another round, please?!"

Eula agreed sagely and turned her fourth empty cup so far upside down in a sign of noble respect.

Weiss did the same with her bottle, only for it to fall over the table.

Thoroughly wasted, they all laughed.

"Ah!" Eula moaned out, her voice ringing in a sharp, clear voice. "Fuck! Fuck!"

Weiss grabbed those honestly perfect hips and held them firmly as she slammed into Eula's snatch, pounding it with the full length of her throbbing dick. In a lustful, drunken fugue she slammed into her without hesitation, hammering into the tight passage of her pussy again, and again. Her hips rocked and moved, her stomach contorting with motion, and made Eula gasped loudly and whorishly.

Her sounds washed out through the washroom stall; a nice, rather plush thing for a beachside bar, but Weiss supposed it was meant for such things; it was, after all, a place for people to get quickies and hookups in, and that was what they did. The Heiress's hips rocked as she slammed into Eula from behind, sending her rocking forward. Her hands scrabbled at the upper edges of the toilet above, and with her head lowered and her back straight, she looked like a common whore.

Her body was totally uncommon, though. Her limbs were muscular and well-trained, like a fighter or a dancer, and her hips were amazing, sweeping curls that were perfect for handholding. Her ass, though, was fantastic, another round, fat thing of flesh that she could watch clap. Maybe as good as Miranda's, though on a younger, teenager-like frame, and one that Weiss was currently in love with.

She might be in love with another tomorrow, but right then, she was in love with Eula's ass in the washroom stall. The girl rocked, whined, and extended her arms out in front of her as strain hit her spine and sent her quivering, providing a gorgeous show for Weiss Schnee to feast upon. She drank it all in with husky breaths as she speared into her cunt from behind, plowing away at her with shameless, lusty intensity.

"Fuck!" Eula whined, her voice a moan of pleasure. "You're so big! Mmmm! "

"Yeah?" Weiss grunted, fingers digging into the swells of Eula's hipline. She had to use them to brace herself and pull herself in, seeking any sort of leverage in the lustful situation. "Fuck - your ass is fantastic - "

There was no shame in it, though it was a sloppy, degrading place to fuck, and an insane situation to be in. They were just both so drunk that they couldn't see anything better than pissing off their families by fucking each other, and getting into a sloppy make-out session had immediately led into the washroom. Sloppy, yes, but that was all that it was. Moments after, Eula was bent over and being plowed up against a toilet like a bitch in heat.

Weiss was all for it. She grunted as she grabbed her hips and just slammed into her, enjoying that tight, silky cunt to the absolute fullest. It was so tight and wet and warm around her, a pleasurable sheath that was begging for a good dicking, and Weiss was there to provide. She thrust in sharply, pounding her thick length inside, and ground against those spasming walls with the utmost relish - pleasure and satisfaction in each movement she made.

"Even - even Jean -" Eula gasped "-would l-love - mmmf! "

Weiss pulled on her hips as she slammed herself forward, slamming into the tightness of her snatch with each deep, broad stroke, filling her up with the sharp weight of her meat. She hammered it into her, slamming forward, her hips sweeping into her, pounding against the fat curve of her ass just ahead. That soft, doughy flesh bounced hard, clapping upward in a powerful fit, making her moan from the sight alone.

Eula gasped drunkenly, her red face lowered down. Her hands scrabbled at everything around as she tried to brace her bent-over body, but was incapable of finding good purchase. Weiss, meanwhile, used her broad hips as the handholds and leverage she needed, and pounded herself forward sharply. She slammed into the vice-like seal of her snatch again, and again, working herself in hard and fast, taking her enjoyment out of the gorgeous girl.

"Why," Weiss panted, "are all - fuck - you girls - shit - so fucking hot?"

Eula moaned like a slut as she was reamed out from behind, her ass clapping against Weiss's hips on each forward thrust. The plump, doughy flesh compressed down against her weight, squishing in place with each drilling stroke, and thudded loud enough to drown out sound - but there was plenty of sound around them. They clearly weren't the only ones banging in the washroom, which Weiss would have found concerning five days ago.

Now, she took it in stride and made that ass clap. Really, an ass like that deserved to clap, and she enjoyed it with each movement she made. She pounded into the fat, doughy curve, making it thud up and wobble away from the point of impact with each powerful, drilling stroke. Her body smacked it down and compressed it with fitful strength, using the softness to the fullest of its capabilities, before moving in again - and again, and again.

"Fuck!" Eula whined, seemingly incapable of little else. She was too drunk, too wasted, and she wanted it bad. Maybe too bad, but Weiss was all for it. " So deep! "

Her spine quivered and curled as Weiss went at her, and her hands flattened out against whatever she could reach. One braced itself on the back of the toilet while the other went flat against a tiled wall, all to do something while the Heiress fucked her sopping slit with her long, thick dick. The length of it pounded into her tight snatch, reaming it all out around her, jamming into her steaming, silken depths, then doing it again.

"Oh!" Eula gasped. " Oh! "

"So fucking good," Weiss grunted as she moved, her fingers tight around those hips, "so fucking hot."

Down she went, her dick spearing into her hot, clamping depths. She reamed them out around her as she pierced her full of cock, stuffing her to the brim and then some. Her dick was more than big enough to get all the way inside, and her natural girth meant that she was stuffing her up with each push and thrust and jam. Walls stretched and shuddered around her as she moved, pounding it into the depths of her snatch, then dragging it free with obscene noises.

Juices bubbled as she moved, welling up around those pert pussy lips with each pounding stroke and rough extraction. Yet, those folds accepted her readily, wrapped around her cock all too snugly, and held fast as she thrust in deep. The liquids churned across her bulk as she rutted into Eula like a common slut, taking her in the washroom stall like the drunken girl she was, but they both seemed to love every last second of it.

"Fuck!" Eula kept on whining. " Mmfh! "

Weiss practically growled as she hammered into her at a mile a minute, pounding forward in sharp, brutal arcs. She slammed into her aching slit and reamed out that tight pussy around her, constantly filling it up with rock-hard meat. She pounded her snatch full, her insides bubbling and gushing, the liquids churning wetly - like a froth. Silky walls hugged tight and embraced her throbbing length with passion, for Eula's body was hungry.

Skin clapped as hips pounded against the fatness of her ass with each forward stroke, making it all jiggle and bounce out of shape. The plentiful roundness, so big and lush it was almost ridiculous, conformed to the shape of her pelvis each time she moved. It compressed just right, squishing down so nicely, before springing back into shape as she tugged away. It was as enjoyable to fuck against it as it was to nail the hot, tight slit below, and it left Weiss moaning.

Weiss panted as she slammed away at her, burying her dick inside up to the hilt. Balls thumped and thudded against her wet core each time she moved, swinging forward with wet impacts, and pulled away with wet strings of warmth. She rolled backward, then thrust down, burying herself into her warm, sodden core each time she moved. Hard and fast, rough and straightforward, she absolutely plowed her silly, and that was that.

Thwaps and thuds and meaty claps rang out as she pounded into the ass before her, making it compress against her hips like a pillow time and time again. The skin clapped up and bounced in fleshy wobbles, showing just how amazing Eula's ass really was. Weiss enjoyed every last second of making it clap, producing some of the sluttiest sounds she'd ever heard, and letting them wash out around the washroom with enthusiasm.

It was so, so hot, and with alcohol fuelling her system, she went for it gleefully. She grabbed and pulled on her hips as she buried her cock inside, sawing it into her with each stroke she made. She pounded against her fat ass with gleeful satisfaction, bringing herself around and squishing it all down each time she moved. It kept Eula whining just as much as it kept Weiss panting, and it was incredible.

So maybe it was a bit crazy, but that was just par for the course. Weiss clenched, fingers digging into soft, yet tight, skin, and she slammed forward again and again. She buried herself inside with eager movements, pounding against her with skin-thudding intensity, the flesh going red from her repeated impacts. The noises she produced her meaty at some points and slurping at others, providing a constant, heady backdrop.

"Fuck," Weiss groaned more, and more, "Fuck…. Shit… too good…"

She hammered into her with groaning, grunting glee, her shaft sliding into those tight, gorgeous depths at a heady pace. She slammed into her ass like the pillow that it was, making it bounce and thud with each enthusiastic thrust and press. She slammed away at it, cramming against it, making the white skin ripple, before tearing back to do it again. Eula's ass took it all as if it was built for it, and Weiss suspected she could take a pounding from people far more powerful than her.

But, like with all the other ass-girls, Weiss gave it as good as she could, and turned that fluffy ass into a clapping, wobbling mess. She crashed into it over and over, turning it red, sending it smashing away from her pelvis, then bringing herself around for more. Her thick, vascular slab of a dick ground against Eula's inner walls in all the right ways as she moved, leaving the bluenette clawing at the wall ahead of her in blissful strain.

"Yes," Eula panted, "yes -"

Assflesh wobbled and bounced out of shape as Weiss went at it with increasing desperation, her dick throbbing hard as she moved. She said nothing about it, because the strain was hot, and her mind was not in its proper state. She kept at it, however, slamming away at the fat, full flesh, reaming it out against her with each movement she made, lavishing in it as it moulded to the shape of her.

Weiss put her all into it - or, as much as her drunken, unsteady body could offer right then. Eula, panting, took it all, her downcast face flushed, her fingers scratching and her palms flat. Her body quivered as it was taken, all of her curves bouncing, yet nowhere near as much as her ass. It clapped and shuddered and wobbled as the slim white-haired girl went at her, turning it all into a clapping, wobbling fit of perfection.

More and more, Weiss pounded at her slit, rocking it all out around her. She stretched her pussy out with each deep, cunt-filling stroke, pounding it into the length of her time and time again. Her shaft throbbed powerfully by that point, right on the cusp of release, and she went for it eagerly. She did not care about anything more, and with her balls aching and tightening, only the call of nature and her own natural desires guided her. Forward she went, pounding more, yanking more, her body moving in a fitful rush of activity, soaring with the high of sex -

-And it all came crashing right down as her peak hit her in a remorseless, tingling wave. She slammed forward and grunted hard, burying herself in those silken depths, and reamed Eula out against her. She smashed her aside, pounding her wrist-thick dick down into her hungry snatch, and forced pillowy assflesh down against her all at once. She did so readily and eagerly, uncaring of anything, and just held herself there.

"Fuck!" Eula gasped as a hot, creamy load of cum just spurted into her, plowing into her silken snatch all at once. Her pussy writhed while her entire body slumped as the gooey heat of cum poured into her, rushing along the pink nooks and crannies in a sudden, unbidden, unexpected wave. Seed sloshed through her all too quickly, and both of them were happy for it.

Or so drunk that they did not understand otherwise, but the effects were, understandably, the same. Cum poured into Eula by the loadful, rushing out to stain her and drown her in thick, rich heat. The heat was not something the bluenette had ever felt before, clearly, and she moaned in lusty indulgence for it. At the same time, baby-batter rushed through her snatch and painted her womb in white, claiming her with Schnee cum.

Rich, potent Schnee cum, but that was fine. Weiss shot it all out and pumped it into her, and with each moment after, the blissful, orgasmically-pleased girl pulled with her hips. She slowly, slowly withdrew her dick from that cum-filled channel, drawing it out with a hot, wet slurp, leaving the stall filled not with the sound of clapping but the heavy panting and moaning of voices.

"You… you came," Eula groaned in a drunken stupor.

"Yeah," Weiss also groaned. "I did."

Eula made a noise. "I - I will have vengeance for that."

Weiss chuckled as she fondled the fat ass in front of her, palming soft, doughy flesh all too happily. "Why's that?"

Eula pushed herself up, then, and pulled herself off of the cock the rest of the way. Panting, she twisted, her breasts heaving, and wrapped an arm around Weiss's neck. "You didn't make me cum first."

They were back into messy, shameless, drunken kissing a moment later, and Weiss happily submitted to it.

There were worse things to do when drunk, after all.

It was much later by the time that Weiss finally headed back to her own hotel room. She had finished guiding the stumbling, wasted messes that were Amber and Eula back to their own room, making sure they got there safe and sound, and now spent her time awkwardly not-stumbling toward her place as best as she could. For some reason, she could put down alcohol well - whether it was because her mother had whiskey for blood or the same strangeness that made her so damned sexual - so it wasn't that bad, but still significant.

She walked down the halls trying to get from one wing of the building to the other, and not quite succeeding. She was not lost, but it was a rather winding trip. The areas were centered around a big, round sort of central structure, not a normal square, and it was long to get around. Most of it was open-air walkways, too, designed to be pretty and beautiful and offer a look at the beach, but that only made it more winding still.

Weiss was sure that people got lost a lot. She'd seen it, that was for sure. It wasn't all that hard during the day hours to find someone looking like a lost hen asking for directions, and at night, it was worse - not that directions were hard to come by or that no one was around, but that it was dark and everyone with more than three brain cells was already dead-drunk, so help was sparse. Weiss, really, expected as much.

So, when she stumbled upon a girl looking at a map-board all confused-like, she knew that she was, in a word, lost. She clearly knew where she was going, judging by the key in her hands, but the way she peered at the board still indicated utter confusion. The look on her face was cute, though, and she was just cute generally speaking; a small, round face that reminded her of Ruby, complimented by red hair set in fluffy waves about her shoulders.

Her body was… well, Weiss approved for sure. Her curves were slender and slight across the board, but her ass was plump and heart-shaped. Her skin was laid bare in swathes because she was, bemusingly, wearing a cheerleading outfit. She was dressed like a cheerleader, and whether that was what she was or just was wearing did not matter to her; the Heiress of the SDC liked it very, very much indeed.

Really, there was no need for her mind to even justify why she walked over: once she saw that, it was a foregone conclusion. She had to talk to the girl in a cheerleading uniform, and she had to help her - and maybe help herself, if she was lucky.

"Hey," Weiss greeted as she approached. "Are you lost?"

The girl practically jumped, whipped around, wide-eyed.

Weiss preempted the surprised gasp with a smile, a wave, and a gesture. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you! You just looked lost, so I thought I'd come by and offer help."

"Uh-huh." The girl eyed her warily. "And you are?"

Weiss offered her a hand. "Weiss Schnee. Pleased to meet you."

The redhead took it warily, too. "...Maki. Nishikino."

"A pleasure, again," Weiss said smoothly. "Sorry to disturb you, honestly. I just don't like seeing a cute girl lost."

"Uh-huh." Another dry drawl. "That's what everyone says."

"I doubt anyone's wrong," said Weiss. "About you being pretty, at least…"

The girl, Maki, raised a red brow.

"...As for being lost…" Weiss looked at the board. "Which is yours?"

Maki sniffed. "...Uhm. seventy-two, floor D, wing two."

"Two-D-seven-two…" Weiss looked at the board. "Oh, yeah, I see it."

"So do I," the girl said dryly, "the problem is getting there."

Weiss offered her a grin as she tapped a path out with her finger. "That's about knowing how to get there, and I, thankfully, do."

"Yeah?" Maki puffed out her cheek and twirled red hair around her finger. "How?"

"One of… my friends sleeps there," Weiss said, which was half-true - she'd fucked someone around there before. "I know the path."

Maki puffed out a cheek as she tried to memorize the route, making Weiss realize that she, too, was likely a bit tipsy. "...Alright…"

Weiss smiled. "Want me to show you?"

Maki looked at her, sucked on her lower lip, and stared her down. Then, after about a minute, relented. "Fine."

Weiss grinned. "Follow me."

Weiss began to lead Maki up where she was meant to go. She leaned into her, pulled herself in close, and despite Maki's arms being wrapped up under her bustline in something like annoyance, the taller teen just put an arm on her shoulders and urged her along. She leaned too close into her, maybe, and the girl looked at her suspiciously, but she said nothing.

"So… you from around here?" Weiss asked, trying to make conversation. At the same time, her hand ghosted down along Maki's spine, gently touching her.

Maki looked at her askance. "Here specifically? No. This is a hotel."

Weiss laughed. "I mean, this region. Vacuo."

"What?" Maki looked at her strangely. "I don't know where that is or what that means."

Weiss just quirked a brow, flicked up her lips, and shrugged. "Sure, I bet it's just a school trip or something. Why tell you where it is, am I right?"

"It is a school trip… sorta…" Maki shrugged. "School can't afford stuff like this, so my parents paid for us to come. It's whatever."

"Ah." Weiss stroked Maki's spine, palming that smoothness, and made the girl shiver. "Rich parents. I know all about that."

"Do you?" The redhead asked, brow raised. She looked up at Weiss, and Weiss looked right past her face to, instead, ogle her breasts in that outfit. She admired the curves of bare titflesh wobbling so gently in her cheerleader top, and her lips pulled into an appreciative smirk. Maki had to know what she was looking at, too, but she said nothing about it.

"Filthy rich family, so yes," Weiss rumbled. "I could probably buy this whole hotel."

Maki made a face. "If you're trying to impress me with money…"

Weiss winked at her, making Maki flush. "I don't need money to impress, beautiful."

Maki almost scoffed, but it was an indignant, shocked thing, as if she couldn't expect such easy, playboy words to leave Weiss's lips - but they were, and they did. She did nothing, however, as Weiss's hands glided along her skin, moving across her spine and down to her hips. She tucked the girl in against her as she massaged her flanks with shameless care, and instead of stopping her, Maki just looked shocked, as if stunned at her boldness.

"Up here," Weiss guided, moving along the stairs. "Oh, and watch your step…"

It was a thin excuse to get her hand on Maki's ass, but she got it there all the same. She smirked as she planted her palm on the plump, heart-shaped flesh, and the redhead let out a little, stunned gasp - but she did not stop that, either. She didn't stop or prevent Weiss from guiding her forward by the ass, using it like a handle to push her along and forward - and she did not leave her ass, either, as she left the stairs and moved along a hallway, and just walked with her while her hand was up her skirt.

Maki flushed, if nothing else. "U-uhm…"

"So what's up with the outfit, Maki?" Weiss asked with an easy grin. "Cosplay, or something? Or are you a real cheerleader?"

Maki flushed and fidgeted as Weiss's eyes stared at her possessively, and she made a noise as fingers dug into her ass. Shamelessly, Weiss fondled and groped that plump, female flesh, bending it around in her fingers with easy touches. She made the girl go red, but she said nothing the entire time. She just moved along with her, moving to the Heiress's beat, as if submissive - or too surprised to be angry.

"A costume," Maki said, following Weiss's utterly shameless ogling. "For my idol band."

"Idol band? Cute." Weiss grinned. "Are you a dancer, or a singer?"

"I compose," Maki replied as Weiss groped her ass, "but I do it all."

"Impressive," Weiss all but husked. "You should dance for me sometime."

Maki flushed, rolled her finger around her hair, and huffed. "W-whatever."

Weiss winked and squeezed her ass hard, making Maki gasp. "Either way, you look great in it."

"You're just saying that because I'm half-naked," Maiki protested, face red, shivering at the possessive touching.

"Yes," Weiss chuckled. "Because you're gorgeous."

"G-geez," Maki huffed. "W-what a farce."

Weiss smirked. "How so?"

"Y-you're so obvious," Maki whined at her as they walked along a windy balcony section. "You're literally just leading me to touch me. Your true intentions are so obvious."

Weiss laughed. "Damn. Are they?"

"You're drunk, you're ogling me, and you're groping me." Maki pulled herself away suddenly and planted her hands behind her on the balcony, staring at Weiss with a flushed, pissed expression. "It's gross. You're gross. I should slap you in the face."

"You should," Weiss agreed. "I'd never be this forward, usually."

"Yeah. I'm annoyed. Pissed." Maki licked her lips. "It's gross that all you people just wanna fuck. I'm tired of hearing Honoka and Nozomi and Eli go at it all the time."

Weiss raised a brow. "You sound jealous."

"No. Never." Maki shook her head furiously. "I'm pissed."

"So you've said," Weiss drawled, and stepped in closer.

"I hate that people like you act like this," Maki complained, "and that you make me feel so good when you touch me."

Weiss grinned like a shark. "Like being touched, Maki?"

Maki bit her lip. "It feels great when you people s-stare at me like you want to fuck me like… like a piece of meat. It's gross. It's hot."

"Which is it?"

"I… Both," Maki huffed. "It's not fair that all you people do is stare and try to get in my pants."

She looked at Weiss with heavy eyes.

Weiss grinned. "Should I be staring, or should I be getting in your pants?"

Maki made a face. "It's just a fantasy."

Weiss stepped forward boldly. "We could take this to your room, or we could just do it right here, if you'd prefer."

"I've got roommates," Maki told her, but was almost quivering.

Weiss raised a brow and reached forward to squeeze her hips, making Maki whine. At the same time, she positively consumed her with her eyes, making Maki shiver. "So?"

Maki bit her lip and sighed. "Do you have protection?"

"No," Weiss told her. "This is spring break. Who uses protection?"

Maki took a minute of skin-rubbing, fondling, and staring to make a decision. "Fine. But you have to promise to pull out!"

"I promise," Weiss told her with a horny laugh. At the same time, she started to tug down her shorts, to Maki's awe.

"I don't want to get pregnant off of this," Maki warned her again. "I'm not getting knocked up from some random fuck with a playboy."

"Okay," Weiss said, her libido hot and her dick hard as a rock. "I'll pull out."

"Okay," Maki breathed, then again, with horny conviction. "Okay."

While Weiss tugged out her cock, shocked that it was that easy to get into Maki's skirt, the girl twisted herself around. She flipped up her skirt, showing off her underwear, then quickly peeled them down so that they hit her ankles. She bent right over the balcony at the waist and planted her hands down on it, and looked almost defiant in doing so. Weiss just chuckled the entire time as she whipped her cock out, pulling the nine or something inches out as best as she could.

"Hurry up, at least," Maki huffed defiantly. "I'm not waiting for you to learn how to use your dick."

Weiss reached forward to slap Maki's heart-shaped ass, making her squeal and whine. "Hey!"

"You said to hurry it up," Weiss said as she mounted her from behind, her eyes firmly focused on that tight pussy. She stepped in close and used her hand to bring her cock up, ready to fuck the strange redhead properly. "So I am."

"Geez," Maki groaned. "I hate bad-girls. And that they're hot. Ugh… "

Weiss chuckled. Grabbing Maki's hips with one hand and bracing her dick with the other, Weiss casually fed it into her. It wasn't quite easy, honestly, but her head pressed against those slightly wet lips with an easy shove. They squished them down against the rubbery tip of her dick, guiding herself into place and applying a good level of friction to that puffy seal. Lips compressed against her, hesitant at first, and matched the redhead's soft, cute little whines. Weiss, though, was not to be deterred by such things, and moved forward with determination.

She hummed as she pressed forward, feeding her dick past those outer lips and into the petals beyond. They, too, refused to grant access to her shaft, but she pressed in with determination. She sent spongy lips squishing against the weight of her cocktip and eased her way forward without hesitation, sliding herself in and against her right then and there. She pressed down, her shaft rolling gently, the head of her trying to enter the tight seal of her pussy as the girl braced herself against the lip of a balcony area.

Maki offered her a squeak as the cock drilled forward, going past her outer lips and into the pink beyond. Her cocktip rested there against her tunnel, poised for entry, pushing past all that soft pink and with much more pink waiting for her touch ahead. The girl was only slightly wet, clearly more confused than she was terribly aroused, but it was not as if Weiss cared about those kinds of details – she wanted to fuck, she wanted to tap her ass, and she would.

So, with her hand guiding her and her hips pushing, Weiss thrust with her cock into that silken furrow beyond. She eased herself inside, the head breaching her entrance, and allowing her to dig into the tight core. A tight, delicious core for sure, a tract of unstretched pink that had never had a dick worth a damn – more likely, had never been fucked period. Weiss would put good Lien on Maki being a first-timer, and she loved it. It was hot, and Weiss pressed on with glee anyhow, her cock pushing so gently into the tight pussy, yet moving with single-minded determination to be sure.

Maki squeaked, the sound cute and strained, but Weiss hummed. She caressed her hip as she leaned forward just a smidge, but remained mostly standing while the girl bent forward. "That's it, babe. That's it..."

"I don't want your dirty talk," the girl whined in protest, but her face was flushed. She really had never taken a dick worth a damn, and that was something Weiss could work with. She could stretch her out and rock her world, so she pushed herself forward at a steady, brisk pace, drilling her dick into the tight seal of her snatch with a smooth press. Her cockhead led the way as it rolled along all that soft, squishy pink, and then the inches of her white dick followed, easing it apart with a soft wet noise of approval.

Maki whined again, her spine curling at the touch, and Weiss like that. She liked seeing the strain pass over her, a clear admission of how good her dick was, but she played it cool. She fed herself inside gently, spearing into that hot, tight pussy, enjoying the vice-tight seal of it, and smiled to herself. She husked out a breath as her hips pushed forward, feeling a good half of her length inside, and really felt that vice-like tightness squeeze and press down against her – a tight fit to be sure, but one she would fuck past anyhow.

"Gosh, you're so tight," she purred approvingly. She jabbed herself in up to the midsection before stopping any more motion, then brought her guiding hand up to run it along Maki's spine. The girl shivered at her touch and the weight of her dick, fidgeting as he tried to process how full she was, but unwilling to admit any of that – that much, at least, was clear on her face. "I like that."

"I don't care," Maki huffed defiantly, then squeaked and curled her fingers. "J-just... get it over with..."

Smirking, Weiss laughed and did exactly that. She speared her cock forward with a roll of her hips, jabbing her shaft into those hot, tight insides, and worked them out against her with that skillful roll. She made her hot pussy flex against her thick rod of flesh as she moved, jabbing at the sinful smoothness of that tight little pussy, and enjoying themselves. She sighed, her breath misting out, while Maki squeaked again, the strain evident and apparent.

"H-holy -" Maki whined, then cut herself off with a whimper. "You're so much - you feel so much bigger than I thought, Mmmf!… "

Weiss pulled herself back, working the shallow length of her dick past her walls. She tugged herself free with a wet slurp of contact, and Maki whined again, cleanly not expecting that sort of attention on her body. Her spine quivered and her slim hips shook, making her look amazing in her slutty little cheerleading get-up. Weiss most definitely approved, and she eyed it all up as she rolled her waistline and sent her dick spearing right back into the lush valley of her cunt right then and there.

Tightness did not matter to her so much as fucking did, and she thrust through her with hungry finesse. Her cock eased its way through her, the smooth skin sliding like silk, jabbing and grinding against the walls of her pussy with finesse. She jabbed forward, drilling inches into that hot tight cleft, and left the girl whining for her efforts – little squeaks and gasps that made it apparent just how ill-adjusted she was to a big, hard cock. She was taking it well, though, and that was all Weiss could really care about beyond that.

"That's a good girl," she purred, her hands petting her body. "Taking my cock so well..."

"S-stop," Maki whined, "It's not like you're my g-girlfriend or something..."

"You wish your girlfriend was like me," Weiss husked.

"J-Joke's on you," Maki stammered, "I d-don't have one - mmmgh!"

Weiss, heedlessly, moved. Her hips pushed down deeper, then rolled to work those tight cunny walls out around her, Maki gasped as the insides flexed around the cock, the pink of her tunnel flexing in ways that made her fingers curl. Her arms extended and locked in strain while her hips rose up, as if her legs were stretching onto their tips – comically, but truthfully. She offered herself up involuntarily, and Weiss took it happily.

She reached back to grab her ass, and there she squeezed, digging her fingers into that soft, squishy mass. The heart-shaped flesh compressed just right against the press of her palm, and Maki let out a surprised, but throaty, gasp – clearly enjoying being touched like that, even then. Weiss held her with a smirk as she pulled out of her, drawing her huge cock back, dragging it out of those tight and clamping depths with relish. The shaft of throbbing fuckmeat tugged away from her with a wet press and a slurp, inches of it just drawing back with ease.

Weiss moved right back in, thrusting forward with relish. Her hard cock thrust past those lips and into the hot, tight depths of her cunt, working walls out around her. She pierced her tunnel and packed her full of dickmeat, and though it was but half of her cock at a time, that only increased with each moment that passed. She got more into it with each movement she made, but beyond that, she worked Maki's pussy looser around her as she thrust. It accepted her dick more and more, making it easier to fill her up.

"So nice and tight," Weiss praised lustfully. "You're wrapped right around me, Maki, fuck..."

Maki did nothing but squeak in response, her body strained by the sensation of dickmeat gliding into her pussy. Weiss pushed forward, her shaft sliding through her, jabbing into that hot, tight cleft with ease. She drove through her channel, stretched them out around her, and then tugged back, her movements increasing, her pace picking up. With finesse, she sent her thick slab of meat gliding through her, plunging into the wet seal of her snatch and working out those tight walls around her with dexterous ease.

"Oh!" Maki whined, her fingers curling. "Ah!"

"You've really never taken a dick before," Weiss husked. "I can feel it. Is this what you wanted, Maki? Some random to fuck you for the first time?"

"S-shut up," Maki whimpered, "No. That's not - I would never fantasize about that. I would never - nnngh! "

Maki's hips propped up as her legs extended, practically putting her on the tips of her toes. Her spine arched with considerable flexibility, offering herself up even more as she bent over the balcony – and Weiss was all too happy to enjoy it. She squeezed her ass in one hand, fondling it with relish while the other pet her waistline, holding her steady. She fucked through the vice of her snatch at the same time, drilling herself forward, then pulling back in a lustful fugue.

Weiss groaned gently as she thrust into the girl, her pace picking up more and more – but still not using the full length of her cock. That was fine for her, though, and she just packed her full of dickmeat, driving into her hot snatch and reaming it out around her. There was no slamming, no rough skin contact, but she doubted Maki could handle that. Instead, it was all-powerful plunged and deep jabs, then sharp, liquid extractions that left a pussy grasping for more. It got more with each movement the Heiress made, with each thrust and push and jab.

"Fuck," Weiss grunted. "This is some perfect pussy, too..."

A drunken breath left her lips as she thrust down, drilling through that tightens with relish. Her cocl plunged into her hot, sticky folds, and reamed out the length of her before tugging back again in a smooth cycle. That was all it was: a cycle, a rolling series of thrusts and pushes. She never got deep enough to clap, but sawed her prick in and through her, working it along her vice-tight walls and stretching them out with each press. Her vascular girth stretched her, pushing her all out against her, and left Maki in whines.

She raised her head and almost tasked it back as she squeaked out moans, each one soft yet slutty, and shivered under Weiss's work. Her spine arched and her fingers clenched as she was reamed out, clearly adoring it – or being overwhelmed by it. Either one, really. Weiss just enjoyed it, her hips pushing in relentless, drilling strokes, sending her thick dick sliding in and out of that hot pussy and reaming it out with more gentleness than she usually showed. Yet, it was still hard enough to rock the redhead's world, and that was all that mattered.

"S-so – so – nnngh !" Maki moaned out. "That's – holy - !"

Weiss chuckled as she dug her fingers into her ass, groping her hard. She squeezed and played with the fluffy, doughy flesh of her heart-shaped ass, enjoying it to the fullest, while slamming her cunt full of thick meat. Juices bubbled up around her as she plunged into that sopping hole, enjoying how it got wetter the more she stretched it out. It was a good, tight feeling, a warm thing to bury herself into, and it never got old. Each girl was a treat, a beautiful thing to worship, and if she had the means, she sure would with everyone around.

She palmed her ass with a groan. "Fuck, Maki. Fuck..."

She squeezed her ass, then pulled on the white flesh, digging her fingers down hard whilst tugging it aside. She showed off the length of her snatch below, and watched herself glide through her stretched-out lips for a few seconds. She admired her thickness plunging inside the tight hole, and saw juices bubbling up around her girth; then, she let go of Maki's ass to offer it a slap, a gentle thing, really, that made skin thwap and clap against her. Maki whined immediately, though, her spine arching even more, and her cunt grasping at her with breathless intensity.

"You like that?" Weiss grunted. "Knew it..."

"S-so different than I imagined," Maki almost wheezed, her voice tight, her spine quivering. "A-ah… it's so - so strong…! "

Weiss slapped her ass again, making Maki whine breathlessly. She pushed herself back as she was taken, her cunt tighter than ever, and Weiss happily spent her time rearranging it around her bulk. She drove her throbbing spear of fuckmeat into her perfect pussy, working through, drilling out that delicious embrace and churning at juices all the more. She fucked her with long, deep strokes of hungry passion, taking her own pleasures out of the hot stranger and entirely heedless of anything else.

Locations, consequences, they didn't matter, and were not even considered. She just played with a plump ass, grabbed a smooth hip, and fucked Maki broadly. She slammed into her without skin contact and rushed through her with wet slurps, turning her pussy into her own personal sheath. She left the redhead mewling and whining at her touch as she rocked that shaft through her, stretching it out with each motion that she made. The hardness glided along her sopping walls, taking their measure of them, and enjoying them to the fullest.

"Fuck," Weiss groaned, her hips pushing down hard. "So good..."

"Y-you're – damn!" Maki gasped, her fingers curling even more. "You're – you're so big – are you throbbing?"

"I am," Weiss grunted, her balls already tightening up. "Fuck..."

"You're gonna – are you close?"

Weiss grunted in assent. "Mhm..."

Maki whined. "You gotta – you gotta – you know -"

"I know," Weiss grunted again. "Just a bit more -"

Maki gasped and groaned as she was steadily, repeatedly filled with achingly hard dickmeat, her snatch swelling in accommodation for it. She was so tight it lulled Weiss into complacency, and so narrow that it was like a gorgeous sheath. Her wetness beckoned to her, calling out to her, and Weiss happily slammed down into that delicious tunnel. She reamed it out and fucked through it, steadily plowing the girl into the balcony, and did not stop – not as her balls tightened, and not as her dick swelled.

Maki moaned more, and more, her mind lost to it, her body rolling with waves of unconscious pleasure. She was gasping for it despite herself, and she couldn't handle a stud like Weiss in her prime. The white-haired girl just worked herself in deeper and deeper, going harder, trying to extract every last inch of pleasure out of it. Just a bit more, she kept on telling herself, a mantra that she would pull out like she promised but only once she got a tiny bit more out of it. She fucked herself to an orgasm with the intent of pulling out, but it was hard, too hard.

The pussy was just too good to pull out of, and her body knew it. So it was that she, instead, groaned hard, grabbed Maki's ass and hips, and tugged her against her body. She sent Maki into even greater squeaks, then, as she was tugged upon so firmly and held down so powerfully, but those squeaks of pleasure turned to reluctant moans of indignant pleasure when she felt those first gushes of sticky seed slamming into her.

She sent ropes and strings of gooey warmth slamming into her, letting her dick pump out the hotness right into her snatch. She sent waves of warmth into her tight cleft, bombarding it with her powerful, dense cum. Gooey baby-batter rocked her, washing along the walls of her wet, well-fucked pussy all at once. It was seeded nice and deep thanks to the sheer size and power of Weiss's dick, bombarding Maki's innermost spots with her heat.

"Ah…." Weiss groaned, pleasure tingling along her spine and making her feel almost light.

Maki gasped. "Are you - fuck! - I can't believe - shit! - you're - h-hah!"

Maki whined as she was stuffed full of seed: a hot, thick batch of it, a rolling wave of baby-batter that crammed into her deepest spots. Her cunt was packed full of gooey warmth, flooded deeply inside, and seeded into her steaming depths all at once. She was jammed up with the weight of it, a gooey, palpable rush of the stuff that easily filled her and coated her with its warmth. A full load of dense Schnee-cum, packed right into her womb.

"Fuck," Weiss sighed happily. "That was -"

"-I can't believe you did that!" Maki shouted less than a second later, and pulled herself off the cock and pushed Weiss right away. "You said you'd pull out?"

Weiss considered it, then shrugged. "You felt too good to pull out of."

Maki gaped. "I don't want some stranger's kid - you - hey!"

Weiss cocked her head. "Morning-after pill?"

"I don't have any!"

"I'll… take you to the store to buy you some?" Weiss shrugged again. "Sorry, but it seemed like you wanted it, too."

"T-this is why I h-hate bad girls," Maki stammered, face red. "Always doing what I don't tell them to do… making me feel good…"

Weiss reached to squeeze her shoulder fondly. "Here, I'll take you to buy the pills, then your room."

"You're just using that as an excuse to get in my pants again."

Weiss flashed her teeth charmingly. "Promise I won't."

"You promised to pull out."

Weiss paused. "Okay, fair."

Maki huffed, pulled her underwear and her skirt back up, and just stormed off in a frenzy.

Weiss watched her leave, slightly remorseful, mostly sexually satisfied.

Maki got ten meters away before looking over her shoulder. With a strand of red hair being twisted around her finger, she called, "are you coming?"

Chuckling, Weiss rapidly ran over to her, winked, placed her hand on her ass, and led her right back down to the lobby.

A good sixth day of Spring Break, all in all.

Chapter 7: The Seventh Day

Summary:

This chapter, we have a photoshoot with Marin, some drunk sex with Camilla, an encounter with Yae Miko, and a bunny-club-romp with Kallen.

Chapter Text

"Yes!" Maki Nishikino squealed, her voice more or less a faint, hoarse rush of sensation and emotion. "Y-yes! Yes!"

Maki had not been able to form more coherent words the entire time that she had been in Weiss's room, but that just about made sense. She had been fucking her for the last - well, the whole night, really, with on-and-off sex that didn't last for more than a quick recharge before getting back into the thick of it. She currently had the redhead face-down, ass-up, her body in a perfect downward-dog pose that showed off the entire arch of her spine.

She was drooling right into Weiss's bedsheets, and the mess around her face showed how much she was making a mess. Her eyes were teary, her makeup was runny, and she looked like the hot mess that she had become. Maki was so well fucked that the mere act of thinking seemed to be beyond her now, and other than the hoarse moans and cries leaving her lips, there was nothing more to it.

Maki was a mess, and it was all because of Weiss's wild fucking. She slammed into her while holding her hips, plowing her in that perfect downward dog as if the girl was a goddamned yoga expert. Maybe she was, maybe she was not. She took it well, though. She took the beef of Weiss's dick like a natural-born slut, and all she did was moan as it continually plumbed her insides and fucked them silly.

Weiss had happily been doing that for the entire night. She'd been fucking her since she'd first met her, really. She'd promised to take Maki back to the store, but she never had. She had made up an excuse that she needed to get her wallet back in her room, and Maki hadn't really thought twice to stop her. She'd followed, and then they had never left. It turned into endless, riotous sex the entire time, a hardcore pounding that Maki did not escape from.

She'd been roped into a night's worth of sex, and all of it was raw. No condom in sight, no pulling out to be had. Weiss rammed away at her soft cunt without a care, without a question, just going at the redhead and turning her into her metaphorical bitch for hours. And hours. And hours more. She fucked her cunt silly, stretching it out like the toy it was, making her insides swell with the weight of all that thick dickmeat.

Maki was left just to moan for it, and honestly, Weiss thought she made the sweetest of sounds. She wasn't even a good fuck, not by the standards of all the other girls she had been plowing, but hearing her squeak and mewl was cute as fuck - and that was all that mattered, really. The tightness of her pussy, the wetness of it, the nice, round swell of her ass, all of it hit her just right. She was great to fuck, and Weiss was loving every last second of it.

Maki squealed. She barely formed words, that was how well fucked she was. Honestly, Weiss would have been happy to give her a break, but she wanted to get one last fuck before actually leaving for the day; it was already eight, and that meant that there was a day's worth of new girls to sample. Weiss was very interested in sampling them, because as hot as Maki was, there were too many gorgeous babes with unfilled cunts to leave alone.

"Ungh…" Weiss grunted hard. "Shit, Dust, this pussy is really good. Ah…"

"Weiss!" Maki squealed. "Weiss!"

Weiss hammered forward, and she plowed her hips into Maki's ass. That round curve, already long-since reddened, shook in the wake of her blows. Each one made them clap, but she'd been doing so for such a long time that her ass was basically gelatine at that point. Every movement Weiss made turned Maki into a squealing mess, but she wasn't actively trying to do that to her; she was just trying to fuck.

"Yes! Yes!" Maki moaned out loudly. "I love you! I love you! Weiss! Fuck!"

Weiss just grunted in laughter. Ah, yes. Cock. The gateway to love…

Weiss pounded down, her hands tight around Maki's hips. She roughly impaled her soft, squishy pussy through that sloppy downward dog, and enjoyably rammed away at her body. Her pussy felt really nice against her sore dick, and once again, it was as if Weiss was some insatiable beast. She knew by now that whatever infected her and her cock was not normal and that her libido was not that insane, but it was also pointless to consider - it was the seventh day of spring break, after all.

Squealing and whining, Maki drooled through the entire reckless, rabid fucking. Weiss was getting her one last hit in, and for her, it was just getting off with her 'morning' wood before going off for the day. For Maki, it was the most insane situation of her life, where she became a sloppy, drooling mess, little more than wet putty in the hands of Weiss. She had not wanted it last night, but now, there was nothing else she could bear.

"I love it, I love you, yes, yes, " Maki wheezed, her voice half-hoarse. "I love you, Weiss, I love you, love - fuck, fuck - ! "

Weiss plowed her into the mattress. She applied pressure with her hands, forcing her spine to curl more and more. The position was so sloppy that only a real gymnast or dancer could achieve it, honestly. Weiss did not care, so long as she got her rocks off. Her cock was, already, throbbing all over again, her balls once more showing that the concept of a refractory period simply no longer existed within her.

"Just a bit more," Weiss grunted. "Bit more, baby girl, fuck …"

"Cum in me!" Maki whined with as much air as she could. "C-cum in me! Please!"

Weiss could only chuckle. She was going to do it anyhow, of course, but it was funny to see just how much Maki had changed from last night. At that point, she was basically guaranteed to get pregnant, but the Schnee Heiress couldn't care less. If she knocked her up, then she'd simply keep her for herself; she was too hot a babe to pass up on, honestly. Most of the girls were, but going at a girl like that and turning her from uptight, stuck-up rich girl to a messy, drooling slut for her dick was rather nice.

"Cuminmecuminmecuminme -"

Weiss thrust into her soft, squishy cunt for the last time. She impaled herself entirely within her, lodged right up against her baby-making womb, and smooshed virile Schnee balls right up against her well-fucked slit. In the next moment, she was cumming, her hard shaft pulsating with raw need and her finger clenching into that narrow, trim waistline. She held onto her as her dick blew its load, flooding that luscious pussy in clinging heat.

Maki squealed even more, and that suited Weiss just fine. It was more like crying out than actual squealing, in fact. Screaming, perhaps, her voice one long, lewd noise. Weiss rather enjoyed it, and held herself there as she blew her load directly into her womb. She stared at that pretty face, those lolling eyes, that drooling mouth, and appreciated it - all of it. It was so hot, so attractive, that Weiss really couldn't deny herself one last pleasure.

So, she leaned down, sudden and quick, and pulled on Maki's head. She tugged her in for a rough, slurpy kiss: Maki's first kiss, in fact, and she stole it from her while stuffing her cunt with an impregnating load of baby-batter. Weiss happily sucked on Maki's mouth as she squealed and squirmed around her dick, her cunt shuddering as babybatter sloshed through her womb. Almost certainly, Schnee seed was ravaging her eggs right then, but Weiss only felt pleasure.

It took her a moment to realize it when Maki passed out. She just passed out. Somewhere into the kiss or the hot load filling her up, she passed out and went unconscious from the sheer pleasure overload. Weiss didn't realize it until well enough into it, but when she did, she pulled away with a grunt and a groan. Still, she held herself there until her balls were nice and empty, and then no more besides.

She lurched backward. She shifted back, her cock pulling out with a hot, wet slurp, and pulled away to churn the liquids with insane lewdness. She shifted away from her, and her dick popped out; a friction-reddened mess, but that, too, was the usual. She did not mind. Weiss simply leaned back, raked her fingers through her sweaty white hair, and groaned in pleasure.

"Fuck," she breathed out. "That was good…"

She stared down at that well-fucked body and felt nothing but pleasure from her conquest. The act of trying to impregnate a redhead was oddly alluring. Maybe it was to make up for the fact that she had not put a baby into Ruby yet, but Weiss felt pleasure in it all. It was a good situation, and a great way to start off her seventh day there.

"Ah…" She sighed out loud. She let her thoughts curl in her head and smirked entirely at herself. "Maybe I'll keep you around for a bit, Maki… Yeah…"

She then chuckled, reached out, and patted Maki's sweaty ass - still high up while her face was down low.

"Rest up, Maki," she told the unconscious girl. "We'll talk about how things will turn out later, when I get back."

And hopefully, Weiss thought, you'll agree to sticking around for a bit longer…

But, with that, Weiss was just about ready to leave. So, she slipped off the bed in a parade of flexing muscles, stretched her arms above her head casually, and walked off. She was sticky and sweaty and, thus, needed a shower - and with the only shower in the partition between her room and Yang's, the half-rooms oddly designed like that, she carried her nude body right over.

She collected a towel for herself first, then her spare change of clothes, and then stepped into the shower without thinking twice. She hummed a Rise-Kujikawa pop song under her lips the entire time that she stepped inside, casual and careless. She wasn't paying attention nearly enough to notice the sound of the shower already running, nor notice the other bikini on the countertop, either.

"You finally pulled out the chick?" Yang's voice laughed. "Thought you'd never get out of her pussy."

For a second, Weiss froze, embarrassment and shock welling up within her - but, with a casualness that had been literally fucked into her over the last seven days, she simply smirked and started to set down her stuff.

"It's a very good pussy, in my defence," she said casually. "Her name is Maki, by the way."

"Wow - collecting names and numbers?" Yang hummed. "Impressive, stud."

Weiss looked up. Freshly in the shower was Yang, and that blonde, busty beauty had only started to glisten with the effect of steaming-hot water. She looked as hot as ever: a busty, curvy blonde beauty, with tits that were beautiful, hips that were gorgeous, and muscled thighs. She was as hot as ever, and honestly, Weiss really liked looking at that. She was just a bombshell.

"I'm not that uncouth," Weiss joked. They were both very naked right then, and both staring at one another. "...Are you just getting in the shower?"

"Yep," Yang popped off, and began to casually drizzle shower lotion onto her tits - her big, full, tantalizing tits. "Why? Wanted to use it?"

"Yes, I'm sticky and sweaty."

"Well, I'll say…"

Weiss hummed and rolled her eyes. "...Look, I don't particularly want to wait for your excessive and egregious haircare routine."

"Lots of big words," Yang drawled out. "But I'm not getting out."

Weiss sighed. "Then move over, don't hog the shampoo, and spread those thighs, Yang. I don't have much time to shower, do my hair, and fuck you - alright?"

Yang laughed. "You know, I really like the Spring Break version of you, Weiss."

"I'm sure you do," Weiss drawled. She quickly stepped into the shower, wrapped her arms around Yang's waist, and slammed her hands into her ass. "But don't get used to it - this is only for Spring Break."

Probably, at least, she thought after a second.

"Honestly, this place is bangers," Yang Xiao Long told her. She leaned in right beside Weiss, and the two of them just chilled on the boardwalk: Weiss in a top tied just below her chest and a pair of board shorts, and Yang in a bikini beneath a slinky t-shirt and a pair of denim short-shorts. Both looked good enough to fuck, in a lot of different ways.

"Spring Break does hit different," Weiss chuckled amicably. She sipped on her morning smoothie and sucked it down as if it was alcohol, but was not yet plastered.

Yang munched on a breakfast burrito instead. "Where is this island, anyhow? I mean, I never actually looked much into, 'cept, like, off the coast of Vacuo…"

"That's all I know, either," Weiss said. "But at this point, I seriously wonder, you know, considering no one I've talked to even seems to know where the hell Beacon is. Or Atlas. Or anything."

Yang looked at her. "No shit?"

"Yes." Weiss shrugged. "I think everyone is just drunk all the time."

Yang laughed. "Hey, loose girls are fun as fuck."

"I agree entirely," Weiss chuckled.

They both shared in their amusement - two unlikely friends and fuckbuddies, both intent on getting or giving as much head as was physically possible over the course of their stay. They were partners in crime, and there was a strange familiarity between them now. Weiss liked Yang more than she did when they set off on that trip, honestly.

"So, any plans for the day?" Yang asked.

Weiss smirked. "That's what I'm looking for."

Yang chuckled. "You know what I'm looking at?"

"What?" Weiss looked at her, then followed her gaze. She was pointing at some chick with tanned skin and white hair, and was, ultimately, thoroughly unfamiliar. Incredibly muscular, though, which was interesting.

"A good fuck," Yang said calmly. "You?"

"Well…" Weiss scanners herself around. "Something… different…"

It didn't take long at all. She saw a girl leaving one store in a sort of a fluster; she wore a strange, eye-catching costume, almost like cosplay, but wore it well. She had great cleavage, a nice, tan-white skin colour, and a pretty head of golden-blonde hair. Silver was pierced through her ears in excessive quantities, and Weiss liked that. She liked the cleavage-shot, too, and all of that added up to a great package.

"Aaaaaand there it is," Weiss sort of laughed. "Blonde, eleven o'clock."

"It's nine-twenty-"

"Direction, not time, dolt," Weiss sighed, and smacked Yang's strong shoulder.

"Ohhhhh." Yang nodded. "Ah, blonde. Pretty hot."

Weiss smiled. "Yeah, she is."

Yang finished her food, bundled up the wrapper, and tossed it in the bin. "Well! Good luck, Ice Queen."

Weiss snorted. "Likewise - good luck, Yang."

With that, the two friends parted ways and both moved on to their targets. With smooth, crisp steps, Weiss approached the pretty blonde from down the boardwalk, past the crowds of students, grinning at some, nodding at others, waving to a few people she knew or had been balls-deep in, and steadily got toward the strange cosplayer. She approached her from behind, meaning that she had the element of surprise; a good situation for the Heiress to be in.

The girl turned around first, though. She spun on her heel in a panicked fluster, and then stared at Weiss - they were face to face, after all, so she was naturally taken aback. Not to be a creep, Weiss reeled away on her heels, making it seem as if she was surprised. But, suavely, she laughed, brought her hand up and behind her neck, and made herself look as charming as possible.

"Oh, geez, sorry about that!" She apologized. "Didn't mean to almost walk into you!"

"Oh, no, that's my bad, like, yeah," the blonde said. She was even prettier up close; with strangely coloured eyes and a beautiful face shape. "I wasn't paying attention - uh, yeah, so like -"

Weiss looked the girl up and down and carefully noticed that the size of her tits was probably around Yang-level, if a bit smaller - but softer-looking for sure. "What's up with the outfit, if you don't mind me asking? Not quite beach material, is it?"

"Huh? Oh!" The girl looked down at herself, then up again. "Nah, it's cosplay. Like, I was asked to wear it for like, a shoot, but uh, that's not reallllly going anywhere."

"Oh, shucks. That sounds like it sucks." Weiss smiled all friendly-like. "You're not in trouble, are you? Or need any help with anything?"

The stranger laughed half-awkwardly. "Unless you're a photographer, no, I don't think you could help me."

"A photographer?" Weiss wasn't, but she could stretch the truth a little to get some time with a hot babe. "Well, not really… but I've been around them all my life back home, often on the receiving end."

The blonde just raised an eyebrow and smiled, as if to placate her.

"I was also on a photoshoot here with Ann Takamaki - ah, a model," Weiss said as if rattling off a list. "Also Rise Kujikawa, the -"

"- The idol? " The girl jerked her head back. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah," Weiss agreed. "She's - well, I'm a friend of hers."

"Wow, okay, you've got, like, some experience," the blonde said. "Hmmm…" She bit her lip. "Maybe you can, like, help…"

"Sure, I'd be happy to," Weiss agreed instantly. "Oh - I'm Weiss Schnee, by the way. I don't want to stand here like a creep you don't know!"

The blonde blinked, then laughed. "Oh, like, right! I'm Marin Kitagawa, yeah. Nice to meet you."

"Absolute pleasure," Weiss drawled. "So - what do you need?"

"Well - uh, basically, I just need someone that knows how to use a camera and like, take good pictures to… take pictures of my cosplay, basically. Uhm." The girl, Marin, sort of scrunched up her brows. "My friend got sick and can't - yeah, so yeah."

"I see?" Weiss shrugged. "I'd be happy to take pictures for you. Did you - do you have a studio or something, or… how did you want to…?"

"There's a spot by the boardwalk, uhm, where the Asian Garden is? If you know it. With the little trees?"

Weiss nodded. "Sure, yeah. I do."

"That's where it's supposed to be," said Marin."

Weiss smiled and offered out her arm. "Then lead the way, Marin."

"Oh!" Marin clicked her fingers. "But I need to get the stuff first! The lighting stuff."

The white-haired Heiress laughed again. "Okay, sure, lead the way to that, first."

Marin grinned. "Hey, you're, like, a lifesaver!"

Weiss waggled her brows. "Oh, don't I know it."

"Yes, just lean forward a bit," Weiss Schnee instructed. "Mhm… yes, quite like that, yes."

Weiss was no learned, experienced photographer, but she did not need to be for Marin's purposes. She just needed to know her way around a camera, and with that, she could improvise a bit. For the most part, the cosplayer-blonde was happy to tell her what she'd like to do next and how to do it, and Weiss just sort of went with the flow.

Otherwise, in the gaps of time, she improvised it. She made suggestions that seemed valid, though were just more or less to her own fancy. She could get the woman to tilt her shoulders down to show off some of her cleavage, or to spread her legs for some thigh; Marin went along with it as if she didn't know any better, or maybe she didn't. The girl was an incredibly confident one, in fact. She was pretty bold, and she had no issues with most of what Weiss said.

"Take your shirt off," Weiss told her at one point. "The light looks great off your skin, like, totally natural."

Marin did it. Happily, in fact, with a broad, truly award-winning smile. "Sure!"

Weiss didn't find it all that hard to get Marin down to her colourful bra, much less to get her into increasingly lewd sorts of positions - at least, suggestively, and not outright. A suggestion to touch her tits there, to pull on her bra straps there; saying how she should bend over or spread her thighs just a bit more, for more photogenic stuff.

"Yeah, bend over for me," Weiss said happily. "The light catches your chest perfectly."

"Like this?" Marin asked somewhat playfully as she bent forward.

"Just like that, yeah," Weiss said as she got an eyeful of gorgeous cleavage. "Oh, uh, pull on the straps of your bra for me? Lift up your chest a bit - for the light, of course."

That was how Weiss got herself a good five minutes of nothing but gratuitous titty-shots. She got to see the eyeful of her cleavage, the wobbling shifting of her titflesh, the way it all bounced and squished together so lewdly. It was a pleasant sight to indulge in, and one that she readily did so. She was biting her lip the entire time that she got Marin to pose, which was all so shockingly easy that it was downright amusing.

When she asked Marin to bounce her tits, she did so. When she asked her to sway from side to side, she did that, too, as if not getting how lewd it all was. Marin proved more than happy to strip down to her underclothes and pose in the sunlight for Weiss, as if she did not realize the photographer had lewd designs upon her person.

That was fine. Weiss indulged, because Marin had one hell of a good body on her. She had nice piercings, she had good curves, she was hot, she was sassy, it was all gorgeous. Weiss indulged while giving out silly orders so as to get lewder and lewder, bolder with every step.

"Pull your bra off," Weiss told her at another time. "For the lighting."

"Really?" Marin asked, all amused and baffled.

"Absolutely," Weiss lied. "Of course, you can just cover your… boobs.. With your hands. We're, ah, all girls here, after all."

That was how Weiss got Marin's top off, and started to take pictures of her naked chest. They jiggled around in Marin's 'protective' hands for a bit, and that was a pretty nice thing to see. She was able to eventually get those hands away and indulge in those meaty bounds, watching them wobble left and right. Once her hands fell away, it was even easier still to get Marin into more risque positions, more lewd, suggestive poses, basically going for straight-on pornographic content that the girl did not even protest.

By the time Weiss was taking closeups, Marin was just flushing as she went with it. Her underwear went next, turning it into a full-on nude-shoot - and the blonde didn't even think twice to question it. She went along with it playfully, almost giggling and eager the entire time; not quite slutty, but more very, very teasing. It was hard to say what it was, but Weiss was totally into trying it out with her.

"Mmmm, yeah, hands and knees, now, babe," Weiss told her, still clicking at the camera. "Yeah, just like that…"

Marin went with that, too, because she wasn't capable of seeing the forest for the trees. She didn't seem to think twice as Weiss 'mounted' from behind to 'guide her better' and get a 'good picture of her backside', and was more or less willing when the Heiress all but smooshed her hips up against the soft curve of Marin's rather fantastic ass - as if that was normal.

She did notice, though, when Weiss grabbed her by the hips and started to roll her waistline, all but grinding up against her. Still, Marin didn't question it - not at first - not as Weiss told her to twerk her hips or roll her waist, as if they were doing some sort of photoshoot at a club. The pretty blonde went with it for a good, hot moment, as if getting naked on camera and grinding down with a stranger was just normal.

Until, of course, she did notice.

"Uh, like," Marin spoke up, "Are you hard right now?"

Weiss blinked. "Huh?"

"You're grinding a hard-on against me," Marin pointed out in a strange little laugh.

Weiss considered denying it. Then, she just shrugged. "Yeah, I am. Sorry, but all this is getting me pretty horny, Marin."

Marin started to sputter. "I can't believe you would just say that! "

"Hey, it's the truth," Weiss chuckled. "You're gorgeous, you're naked, and I can't help but get hard."

"OhmyGod," the girl laughed. "You're the first person to actually make a move on me like this…"

Weiss ran her hands along Marin's spine. "Is that a bad thing?"

The blonde considered it for a long moment. "Not really, no."

Weiss grinned. She was thankful, for she had basically already started to whip out her dick. She drew her pants down and around the bulge of her cock, and that easy-to-extract length sort of flopped forward, just like that. It swung down in a meaty, veined display of white, a slab of a cock that was really just quite beyond the normal level and edged into hung as a donkey - not that Weiss cared.

"Oh," Marin said as the cock flopped against the curve of her ass. It hit it with a rather weighty thud that both of them felt. "That's… big."

"I know," Weiss said. "And you've gotten me very hard."

" Nnnnngh… " Marin chewed on her lower lip. "Look, I'm super DTF, like, I haven't fucked… well…"

Weiss was happy to hear the words, and she started to slap the beef of her dick against the round curve of her ass. She felt the but coming, though, and waited for it.

"...But I don't want you to do my, like, my pussy, I'm saving that for someone," Marin said half-meekly, but half with arousal. "But… I do wanna taste of that dick, so I guess I don't mind if you, like, do my ass."

"Your ass?" Weiss chuckled. "Well, if you insist, beautiful…"

Weiss wasn't really going to ask questions if a girl asked her to do her anally, even if for a strange reason like that. She just shrugged, pressed her cockhead against the entrance to Marin's ass, and all too happily started to push herself forward. She was not really interested in wasting time, honestly. Not with a girl as hot as that, with an ass that nice – of course, everyone she fucked had an outstanding body, but it was the little differences that counted.

The slope of their tits, the angle of their breasts, the way that their chests fell to gravity or their natural shapes; the heft of an ass, the swell of it, the bubbliness for the fatness. The angle of a wist, the trim to her stomach, the level of thiccness, athleticism, or smoothness. There were so many factors and permutations that made the girls of Spring Break as pretty as snowflakes, and she was damn well intent on diving in head first to sample them all.

Every last beautiful one, including Marin Kitagawa, including doing her ass. It wasn't her favourite method, but hey, she was going to take what she could get and not be a douchebag about it. She happily, if gently, pushed her dick forward, and she pushed that head up against the softness of the asshole ahead of her – edging into that tight rosebud and smooshing down against her with honest, easygoing passion. Her cock sank down in the intervening seconds, easing down against that soft and squishy hole.

It was slow going, as any anal fucking was. It wasn't easy, nor meant for such movements, but less with a dick of her size - but she made do, and she did her best. She eased forward, her cock sinking into that hole, and made Marin gas. She was loud and vocal about it, as if she was surprised by it. That was laughable in its own right, but Weiss did not really think about that sort of thing. She merely hummed as she pushed down and fed her shaft into the tightness of her ass, squishing inches of it inside all at once.

"Oh!" Marin gasped. "S-so that's how it feels!"

Weiss chuckled and smacked Marin's gorgeous ass, making her gasp even more. "What, never tried it before?"

Her huge dick slipped down easily through it all, pushing into the girl's backdoor tightness. Inches of it ground down and against her walls, shoving them aside easily. It was still slow, rough going, and it was not easy to get her dick inside,m but Weiss was too intent on fucking to bother taking it properly slowly. She just drove down and forward, sliding into that doggy-style body with a noise of honest lust.

"N-no," the blonde stammered out. "Never."

"How kinky, then," Weiss chuckled. "Don't worry, though; I have plenty of experience."

She dove down, and she stuffed that asshole full of her thick dickmeat. Inches and inches of it slipped on inside and stretched her out, making a mockery of that innate tightness to squeeze and push. She stabbed down happily and readily, the stimulation the only thing she cared about, and got in far. Nice and far, honestly. Her cock made it deeper than she expected it to on that first downward thrust, and that filled her with an honest, happy sense of pleasure.

"And I know how to fuck cute girls right," Weiss husked, her voice nice and low, "So enjoy, Marin."

Marin half laughed and half moaned as the dick drove down into her asshole, there was only so far that she could go, though, before Weis hatted to stoop and adjust, and she did so with a roll of her waistline. She adjusted herself, shoving her thick dick against those tight inner walls, and almost cursed at the hardness of it. It was a very tight hole, not the best to actually work against, but she did her best and took her enjoyment out of it anyhow.

"Nnnngh..." Weiss husked. "Fuck, you're a tight one, though."

She adjusted her stance, hands on that delightful ass, and squeezed. She pulled with her waist a second later to pull backward, and she worked her cock out with a rough tug. It was a strong movement, and it sent her dickmeat grinding outward at a brisk pace. She had to fight off the girl's tightness to make it so, but she got it out nice and fast. Inches of herself were tugged free, and Marin was left to moan for it.

"Oh, fuck!" Marin exclaimed. "That's – shit, yeah, I really feel that!"

Weiss let out a breath as she adjusted herself. She was not sure why she kept on getting lucky with the hottest babes, but she asked no questions whatsoever. She simply sent her dick stabbing forward, and she crammed that rock-hard girth right down into the tightness of that ass. Inches of her pounded forward, stretching it out around her rock-hard girth. It took seconds, if that. Less than that, honestly. Her dick rammed forward, and a noise of pure enjoyment left her lips.

"Fuck, that's good," Weiss husked, "You've got a nice ass, Marin."

Marin groaned out a laugh. "Thanks? I think?"

She continued to gasp as Weiss rocked her hips and punched her dick down into the tightness of her ass, stretching it out around her. She pushed and filed her up as much as she could, and she enjoyed every last bit of that hard movement. Tight, tense walls gripped her and held onto her, making for a very firm and very unyielding grip – but Weiss was more than content to fuck her way past that. She moved right relish, honestly, and sent herself swinging into action.

"But you've got one hell of a big dick," Marin moaned a moment later. "Shit, though. I didn't even know they came that big?!"

Weiss laughed. "Now, you're learning."

She pounded herself down, then pulled back. She had to move roughly to actually get her dick rutting through that tight, squeezing passe, honestly. She had to rock and roll through her, and she had to force herself to make it happen – but she was happy to do that. Marin was left to gasp and grunt for it, her fingers curling ahead of her, but what did Weiss care about that sort of thing? She just enjoyed herself, nothing more to it than that. It was all about the enjoyment, really and truly.

Happily, readily, she sent her dickmeat plunging into that tight hole. She worked herself into something like a rhythm, getting a nice beat in as she rocked her hips and moved. She plunged forward, filling that asshole up with the weight of her meat, then tugged back again. She was starting to fuck that hole properly, and she showed not an ounce of care in how she did it. She just wanted the movement, the friction, and nothing less.

"Fuck," Marin groaned out. "It's like you're splitting me in half, s-shit!"

Weiss grunted in wordless assent as she moved her hips. She really did wish she was smashing the girl's cunt right then, but she was literally taking second best right then. She had to make do, so she did. She go to fuck the blonde someday, somehow, and she made that pretty face contort with pleasure all the same. She gasped and sighed, her head twisting, making the prettiness of her hair slip around the contours of her very round face. Earrings of silver flashed in the light, making for one hell of a pretty sight.

Her breasts swung beneath her as Weiss went down and to town, and not for the first time did she feel envy about it. She wished she had tits like that, or could enjoy them more. Big tits were starting to seriously become both a vice and a jealousy of hers, and she could only pout in admiration as she watched sideboob ripple around. They bounced and jiggled with each slam down into her asshole, making for a very lewd sight.

"So big," Marin gasped, her fingers curling into the sand ahead. "Shit, Wiess! Shit!"

Weiss chuckled and thrust down. She was really fucking her asshole then, pounding down into the length of her tunnel and stretching it out around her. She made hard, jagged strokes into that narrow, squeezing passage, and worked it out around her with each downward stroke. The more she got into it, the faster and harder she went down at it, too. She hammered away, crashing down, enjoying the tightness of her hole, and satiated her dick for it.

That huge, throbbing length pounded deep into yet another pretty blonde. Weiss gripped her ass and squeezed as she went down on her, drilling deep into that tight tunnel. She bent it out of shape as she rocked and thrust down into her, hammering away with lavish, happy intent. Her shaft sawed in and out, rutting through her with endless enthusiasm. Her thick slab of meat conquered Marin the same as any other, and made her moan the same, too.

"Like, holy fucking shit, like, fuck," the blonde whined. "Oh my God, Weiss, fuck!"

Weiss grunted happily. "Like that, Marin? Like my cock?"

"Yes!" Marin gasped. "Like, like, I thought you were just, like, a hookup, but shit is that dick good - !"

Weiss chuckled as she rutted down, plowing away at Marin's asshole. She left the girl gasping as she cored out her ass, stretching it with wild, careless abandon. Her dick hammered in and out, back and forth, stretching out the walls of her snatch and making a mockery of her tightness. The more that she moved, the easier it was to do so – and she made great use of that as she fucked Marin silly.

It wasn't as wet or squishy as she wanted, but that was fine- her pussy was off-limits, apparently, so Weiss took what she could get. She pounded deep into her ass while squeezing down on it, bending squishy flesh around in her hands. She gripped tightly and went at Marin as firmly and deep as she could, and left the girl whining in her wake. Clearly, the blonde, no matter how slutty she looked, had never fucked or been stretched out before, and that suited Weiss fine.

She enjoyed taking her, and she enjoyed making her feel good. As far as first anal experiences went, Marine would forever be spoiled – and for Wiess, that was okay. She husked out her appreciation as she slammed her throbbing pillar of cockmeat inside, jamming it so nice and deep that it was insane. She crammed down into her while squeezing her pretty white ass, and the friction of it sent Marin rocking on her hands and knees.

"Shit!" Marin swore. "Weiss! Fuck, that feels so nice -"

But there was only so much that Weiss could go, and before she knew it, her dick was throbbing. The familiar tingling in her balls came a second later, and she honestly just sort of felt regret that she couldn't spill her load into her pussy – but she took what she could get. She fucked Marin just a bit harder, making her rock on her hands and knees a bit more, breasts quivering, hair bouncing, and kept at it for a few more seconds.

"I'm going to cum," Weiss told her. "I'm going to paint this gorgeous ass, Marin."

"Go for it!" Marin cooed enthusiastically. "T-that just sounds hot"

That was exactly what Weiss did. She tugged out hard, and she withdrew that huge cock with a wet slurp. The weight of it pulled backward, and she sent the thick meat of it flopping out against her ass itself – all on camera, all while recording it. A second later, that thick pipe of Schnee fuckmeat started to pour out its load, painting the curves of her ass in yet more creamy white. Seed blasted her, lambasted her, coating it in virility.

Weiss rather enjoyed the sight of her cum marking Marin's ass, honestly. As she panted that soft curve in her white release, she smirked with pride. Marin just sort of wheezed there, not quite fucked out of her mind, but more processing what she had just done and what had happened -that baffling series of events that led to her on her hands and knees, her asshole plundered and her ass coated with a stranger's cum.

"Now that's a nice sight," Weiss husked, and smoothly ran her hands over Marin's back. "You look great, babe."

"Holy shit," Marin breathed out. "That was intense. "

"Sure was," Weiss breathed out. She was pleased with her latest fuck, and was more than happy with the conquest. Anal or not, she'd still gotten a good run with the latest babe. "And that's going to look great for the photoshoot…"

Marin just laughed.

Weiss left Marin behind some hour later, after helping her pack up and finish with her work. Of course, she swiped the memory card out of her camera as a souvenir, which would likely set her work behind somewhat. It would also get rid of any incriminating evidence, so Weiss considered that a win for Marin and her love life.

But that left Weiss with a nebulous concept of what to do next. Since she was on vacation, she wanted to do something different and new, something she had not done before. She wanted to enjoy herself and her time, so she thought up all the different things she'd done and what she had not done, then came up with one line of activity: suntanning.

Weiss had never been suntanning before. It had never occurred to her in the slightest. Back home, something like that just could not be done, and no real Atlesian citizen cared about that sort of thing in the slightest. In the Vale, she approached it as one would a taboo subject. On the beach, well, she just did not care. She acknowledged that tanning was something that girls did and made them look hot, but she was too pale for it, too white, and burned too easily.

But, it was Spring Break, and she wanted to change things up a little and learn some more about it. So, with nothing else to do as the afternoon hit, she decided to try it out for the first time. She went to the nearby shops and bought herself a bath towel, some cheap sunglasses which she really wished were designer, and then a bucketfull of the best lotions that she could find – so that she did not burn. Sure, she had sunscreen, but people recommended suntan oil, so that was what she looked for.

She walked along the beachfront as she looked for a good spot. Well, mostly tried not to look at all the other girls suntanning there on the beach, some two dozen laid out on towels or beneath parasols. They were all gorgeous looking, and she tried not to be too distracted as she searched out an innocuous spot to start suntanning on. It took her some ten minutes before she found a nice little spot that looked like something she could post on her social media, then laboriously started to stretch out a towel and get to it.

Don't have to fuck all the time, she thought to herself, I can take it chill and suntan without getting laid for an hour or two. It'll be a fun experience. For sure.

That barely lasted for three minutes. She didn't even get down on the towel before she noticed something very eye-catching: a total bombshell laying down on a beach-towel, beneath a pretty pink parasol, while reading a book. She had a gorgeous, model-look body wrapped up in a rather simple, yet slinky, pink bikini. She was very pretty and clearly a mature older woman, but what really caught Weiss's eyes were her ears.

At least, she thought they were ears: vague, fox-like things that were big and droopy and very fluffy-looking hanging off the side of her head. They were pink-furred, just like the rest of her pink hair - almost indiscernible, save for the way they occasionally twitched. They were highlighted by piercings: golden trinkets or symbols hanging off the sides of those ears like little weights. All in all, it was a strange, unique, and very pretty sight that Weiss just sort of liked.

A Faunus on the beach? She thought. I don't remember seeing any before… hm… maybe I should go introduce myself…?

That didn't seem like a good idea, though. Introducing herself to a hot older woman seemed like a bad idea, and if Weiss was honest with herself, the version of 'Weiss' without alcohol in her system was nowhere near as good at picking up girls as the one with alcohol in her. So, she decided against it, she put her beach towel out, and prepared to start suntanning.

Three minutes later, and Weiss was downing a good, hard drink for 'courage', and as her stomach bubbled with heat and her inhibitions started to flow loose, she decided to give it a whirl and go talk to the hot babe in the pink bikini out there on the beach.

Hot pink Faunus babe, here I come!

So, Weiss walked right on over, ambled about, and tried to look as suave and confidant as she could. She didn't have the best pickup lines or flirty remarks, but she was willing to give it a whirl and roll with the punches as soon as she got there.

She didn't 'get there', so to speak.

"Look, little one," the pink Faunus said before Weiss even got a word out, "I've just gotten to the part where the reincarnation starts doing something interesting, so you've got forty seconds to get my attention before I shoo you away."

So, Weiss blinked. The Faunus did not even look up from her book, and Weiss… wasn't sure what to make of that. "Excuse me?"

"You're not deaf, child," the Faunus sighed, still not bringing her eyes up. "Dear me. And here I thought spring breakers were all about fun?"

Weiss blinked again. "Geez - do you get hit on a lot, or something?"

"Oh, it's a regular occurrence," the Faunus drawled out. "Still waiting on your pickup line, by the way. Don't make it dull, now."

"I'm…" Weiss faltered. Then, she sighed. "I'm honestly not sure that I could think of anything that won't make you laugh at this point, honestly."

The Faunus flicked her brows up at her. "Calling it quits already? Oh, poor me."

Weiss shrugged. "I'm more just wondering why you came to the beach to read a book. It's gotta be one hell of an interesting read."

"I, for one, like reading," the stranger drawled. "But of course, I don't expect a mere spring breaker to know what a novel is."

Weiss snorted faintly indignantly. "Spring break is a time for letting loose, I've been told. I've been a straight-A student for enough of my life to earn myself some leisure."

"Big grades don't get you in a girl's pants," the Faunus woman pointed out. She was still reading her book, not even looking at Weiss, but that only filled her with conviction.

"No, it doesn't," Weiss agreed. "But I'm not here to flaunt my intelligence. I'm just wondering why a gorgeous Faunus is sitting out on a beach, alone, with a book. At the very least, I could grab you a martini or something."

"C'mon," the stranger urged, "You can do better than that, surely?"

"Do better than -" Weiss puffed out her cheek and put her hands on her hips. " Hey, gorgeous, want me to lotion you up?"

"Ohhhh." The Faunus clicked her tongue and flicked her ears down. "That is uniquely poor…"

"Tell me about it." Weiss rolled her eyes. "How about: let me massage your shoulders while you read your book? "

"I do like a good massage…" The Faunus smirked at the pages of her book. "But, that would involve too many wandering hands. "

"See, this is my fault for liking mature women," Weiss laughed. "I'm pretty sure you're out of my league, pretty-lady-that-I-don't-know-the-name-of, so even though I'd sell my soul to get to know you, It's probably easier to cut my losses…"

"Swiiiiiing and a miss," the stranger drawled. But, then, she looked up at her, and casually pulled on her sunglasses to bring them down her nose. "Three strikes and you're out, little one."

Weiss waggled her brows and grinned. "Hey, I at least got you to look at me with those pretty eyes. And - they're pink, too? That's gorgeous."

The stranger laughed at her. "Oh, teens. The worst pickup lines, but alas."

"I'm trying!" Weiss giggled. "You're just too mature for my games. You're a real fox, beautiful."

"Still missing…"

Weiss cocked her head and shrugged. "But you're still talking to me, so I've gotta be doing something right… correct?"

"No," the stranger said flatly. She sat up a bit more, bringing her torso up with a bounce of the titties - and though not very big, they were gorgeous to look at.

Weiss blinked with amusement. "No?"

"The reason is that you look like you're straight out of the pages of a Shounen," the woman said casually, almost flippantly, to Weiss's utter perplexity. "White hair, scar, and you're a cutie. Total stereotype."

Weiss looked away. She looked back, puffed up her jaw, and brushed white hair behind her ear. "What?"

The stranger snorted. "You're a terrible flirt, girl, but you're pretty cute… and that almost makes up for it."

Weiss couldn't tell what was going on, honestly, and that just left her confused. "That's… good, I think?"

The woman tittered and laughed at her expense. "It's good."

"Good?"

"Good."

Weiss shuffled. "Well -"

"What's your name, kid?" The stranger asked.

"W-Weiss Schnee," she said quickly, as if desperate to prove herself.

"Every has a protagonist name," the Faunus drawled out. "Mine is Yae Miko. That is to say, Miko is my first name, and Yae is my last name. Understood?"

"Uh - yes, ma'am." Weiss wasn't even sure why she was defaulting to such polite speech. "Yes, that's understood. Ma'am."

"Good girl." Yae Miko folded her book and put it down at her side, then pulled her sunglasses off entirely. She stretched her arms above her head, making her pretty boobs bounce. All of her was pretty and slender, and the fine little nub of jewelry in her navel was eye-catching. "You asked why I'm here, didn't you, cutie?"

"Yes?" Weiss frowned. She didn't get what as going on at all.

"I'm here because my friend, Ei, needed a good vacation after being cooped up in her head for a few hundred years," the Faunus explained. "And there's no better way to relax than a beach."

"A few… hundred years…" she repeated. "Okay. Sounds… valid."

Miko stretched her arms above her head. "And, lucky for you, I haven't had sex in that same amount of time. And gosh, I love Ei's hate-sex, but sometimes a girl needs some dick, you know?"

Weiss raised her eyebrows.

"And you're cute, so I'll throw you a bone." Yae Miko pointed at the bulge in her pants. "Mostly because you've got one big bone in those pants of yours… or am I wrong?"

"Y-you're not wrong," Weiss half-stammered.

"Then pull it out," Miko drawled. "If I'm impressed … "

Weiss moved way too fast. She dragged her pants right down at the behest of that strange, mystical pink-haired Faunus weirdo, and she dragged it right down to let her cock spring free. It was mostly hard by that point, presenting a veritable slab of Schnee fuckmeat for the eyes to feast upon - and Miko started to purr, her voice smug.

"Now, that is a big one," Miko drawled out. She reached out to grab it with one hand, and Weiss hissed at the sudden content. It felt nice. Gorgeous, even. The way her fingers wrapped around her girth was oh-so-pleasant, just a satisfying smoothness that filled her with pleasure. "Nice and thick…"

Weiss let out a pleased noise. "Big enough for you?"

"Oh, I'm not so sure," Miko said. "Maybe…"

She pumped at Weiss's cock slowly. Very slowly, in fact. She stroked the thing with her palm, running silky-smooth skin against her in a very pleasing way. Weiss bit her lip with frustration, but was eager for more.

"Why don't we find out?"

"I don't think so," Miko chirped casually, but kept on pumping Weiss's cock. "I'm not sure if it's worth my time, yet…"

"W-well, we can't know that if you don't take it," Weiss urged.

Miko merely smirked at her. Nothing more, nothing less. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and tugged gently, as if trying to make Weiss squirm - and honestly, it worked. Not because it was amazing, and not because Miko was some sort of goddess, but because every other girl had been so fucking easy that just being teased was an aggravating experience.

"C'mon," Weiss said earnestly.

Miko raised a pink eyebrow.

"...Please?"

Miko stroked her cock. "You want it that bad, huh? Can't find some other little hot piece of ass for you?"

"I - well, I'm already here - "

Miko squeezed.

Weiss whimpered. "Please."

Miko let go of her dick, then started to fluff out her pink hair. "Beg for it, cutie."

"I -" Weiss bit back her pride as she watched that beautiful body. "Please, Yae Miko."

"Do it properly, little one."

Weiss gritted her teeth. She considered if Yae Miko was worth it.

She dropped down to her knees, cock out, and bowed. "Please, let me fuck you, Yae Miko."

Yae Miko tittered playfully. "That's what I like to see out of a girl."

Weiss wanted to sigh, but her dick was too hard to care about the indignity.

"Lay down on your back," the fox-woman ordered casually. That was all she said, and that was all that Weiss listened to. She dropped down onto her butt, and she laid herself back on the beach towel. Yae Miko scooted over and swung herself around, all coy and smug-looking - thoroughly intent, in fact. She smirked down at Weiss and set a hand on the center of the chest, all very domineering.

All Weiss had eyes for were the tits swinging down against her bikini, though.

"Now… how do I best enjoy my first dick in a few hundred?" Yae Miko licked her way too-sharp fangs. "Ah… I know…"

She swung herself around, then, her hips spinning. With an easy movement, she straddled the big, thick length that was her cock, and she pulled herself over it reverse-style. She effortlessly tugged the straps of her bikini bottoms aside, running them over the length of a pussy, and Weiss felt her heart skip a beat. She bit her lip in anticipation, not at all sure of what was going on, but was happy to experience it.

Miko held her cock with one hand as she swung her ass around in a pretty, and rather addicting, arc of motion, she brought herself around in a smooth reverse cowgirl, and showed not an ounce of difficulty in it. She was totally focused on what she was doing and how to coyly look back at her, making her seem like the most smug bitch that Weiss had ever experienced.

"I can't believe this," Weiss sighed.

"You'd better," Yae Miko purred. "This isn't a dream, little one… this is reality."

Miko dropped herself down into the cock she had braced up in her hand, just like that. Her fingers were tight and skilled, though deft in their application. She squeezed and guided as her ass threw back, and before Weiss knew it, she had her cock pushing up into the soft, tight heat of a gorgeous pussy. Another one, making just another notch on the Heiress's belt. A laughable proposition, probably, but one that she wholeheartedly enjoyed.

Weiss whistled, rather than said anything, as Miko threw her ass back. The woman with the strange fox ears did not seem inclined to wait very long nor to hesitate. And she pushed down all too happily. She forced dickmeat into the hot vice of her cunt with ease, as if it took no more effort than breathing. She dropped her weight and Weiss's dick slipped on inside, quite as easy as that. Inches of it, pushing up and through the lush tract of her cunt.

Walls spread apart quite easily, and Wiess was treated to the glorious pleasure of a hot, tight cunt. That was all she'd come to really know and enjoy over the course of Spring Break: the pleasures of pussy and alcohol. It was a totally degenerate thing for any Schnee to go through, but she didn't care. Weiss had stopped caring a long time ago. She just sighed, whistled, swore, and brought her hand up to cup one of those soft asscheeks.

"Damn, that's hot," Weiss said happily.

"It had better be, little one," Yae Miko purred smugly. She rolled her neck and twitched her head to send pink hair cascading down over her shoulders, then pushed with her hips some more. Inches of cockmeat drove into the smooth vice of her cunt as she brought her weight around, and that smooth, impaling rush hit Weiss just right. It did not matter how many times she fucked across spring break: the pleasures of it were just as intense as ever.

"It really is," Weiss told her. "There's nothing better in life than a beautiful woman."

Miko laughed. "Tell my friend that..."

"Oh, I'd be glad to," Weiss said agreeably. She squeezed on that ass and groaned as Miko pushed herself down, impaling herself onto that cock in a smooth instant. It took a few seconds all told. The fox moved at a deliberate, easy pace, dropping down onto her, but did not show any genuine hesitation in it. She just pushed, letting her weight do the trick, and gently bore herself down onto that thick slab of meat.

Miko purred as Weiss groaned. She pushed herself all the way down until she was snugly fitted in Weiss's lap, then adjusted herself. She rolled her waist and ground duck meat within her clenching tightness, almost as if testing the heft and pliability of the entire beefy thing. She gyrated upon it, and Weiss sighed happily at her touch. Her hand squeezed at the soft, round mass of her ass, gently playing with it while indulging in the gorgeous sensations of a good pussy.

"It's even bigger than it looks," Yae Miko hummed coyly. "Now, now. What a treat to find on some backwater island..."

"Backwater?" Weiss laughed. "Compared to Atlas, sure, I guess so."

Miko gave her a look – but it did not last for long. She smirked as she rolled her waist, then started to pull up – just like that. She pushed off of Weiss's lap in that smooth reverse cowgirl action, showing the amount of skills she had. She brought them to bear smoothly and deftly, drawing up and along the weight of all that thick dickmeat all at once. She ground that dick against her walls in a smooth, jutting stroke, and sent meat slipping across her insides.

The beautiful pink of her pussy roiled across Weiss's dick in a luxurious, muscular massage, and Wesis loved it. She sighed for it and casually fondled her ass, enjoying the sensations that she was able to earn for herself. She wasn't even really doing anything, but that was fine. She was more than happy to just lay there and do nothing while a gorgeous woman bounced in her lap like that. She could take the lead if she wanted to. It was more fun that way.

"Dust, that's beautiful," Weiss swore. "That is gorgeous."

Yae Miko laughed – a tinkling, bell-like noise. She didn't seem to care much, but Weiss meant it the curve of Yae's naked spine, the arch up to her fine neck, her pink hair and ears, was a very pretty, almost picturesque sight. She could imagine the woman as a model. She didn't know who her friend was, but she was seriously missing out if she was going to leave her there like that. But, of course, it was to Weiss's benefit, and she wasn't going to ask questions about it.

"Fuck," Weiss declared. She palmed that squishy ass with her tattoo-marked hand, then squeezed down hard. "I love how you move that ass."

"Already?" Miko hummed. She rose up inch by inch, moving at that slow, steady, and luxurious pace. "And I haven't even done anything yet..."

But she was, that much was clear. She was taking her time with it, but that did not mean she was just sitting there. She dropped herself right back down, easy and precise, and forced the hardness of her dick down into that tight cleft. The smooth inches of her pussy wrapped her up snugly as she went down, making it seem like one of the most gorgeous cunts Weiss had been buried in quite some time. She sighed in thick enjoyment for it, her head lolling back, happy for that pleasure.

It was like being a VIP with a hot babe in her lap, or a high-roller at a hostess club or something. She was doing no work at all, and was just enjoying herself. She laid out there as the beautiful fox-girl dropped herself onto her lap, taking that dick deep inside her pliant, squishy hole. She lodged it there easily, and she held it within the tight vice of her pussy easily. It took no effort at all, and when her ass plopped down into Weiss's lap, the teen just squeezed away at that pretty softness.

"Shit," she sighed happily. "That's it."

Miko hummed, again, as if she took the enjoyment out of being smug. Hell, she looked totally smug, like she was a cat that had gotten the cream; it was almost crazy-like, but that was fine by Weiss. Miko could be smug about whatever she wanted to, since only Wiess was balls-deep in her pussy. Watching her ass shake as the older woman brought her hips up was a gorgeous thing too, and she loved the sight of all that inner flesh roiling and wriggling about her cock.

The pink of a gorgeous pussy ground around her hard shaft, squishing into place across her dick. Weiss groaned and squeezed her ass, enjoying the way that Miko moved. She did it so smoothly, so easily, her spine curling and falling, bringing her pussy up and across her dick with grinding intensity It was like twerking on her shaft, but slow and steady, almost luxurious in its intensity; a gorgeous sensations of squishing and squeezing that hit her just right.

"Fuck," Weiss sighed again. "That is so hot.'

"You're a vocal one," Miko said in a purr. "But I like hearing a younger girl in awe."

Weiss bubbled up a laugh. "I'll say."

"There's not quite like a little young stud that thinks she's all that," Miko drawly coyly. She moved her hips easily at the same time, dropping her weight onto that thick, powerful length of dickmeat. "And, well, dick hits differently than Ei's tongue once and a while..."

Weiss didn't get it, but she was okay with it. She just sighed in thick, steady enjoyment as Yae bounced her hips on her lap, drawing that dick in and out of her soft, snug cunt each time that she moved. That hard pillar of meat ground away within her tight walls and stretched them out just nice, leaving her in soft pleasure. Her spine curled and flexed as she dropped down, taking cockmeat deep into the pliant length of her snatch before pulling back again.

She was riding dick at the most methodical, teasing, and yet luxurious pace Weiss had ever felt. Honestly, she would normally be getting a lot more annoyed by it, but Yae just held the reins – she was in total control, and she was not even trying. Weiss found that hot as sin. She squeezed her ass in happy enjoyment and felt the pleasure bubble up within her each time that she moved. Her dick throbbed happily, content with the pleasures of it.

"Mmmmm... So nice and hard..." Yae Miko husked coyly. "That's such a nice, smooth dick, little one..."

Weiss let out a noise. "You know, my name is Weiss..."

"And I don't care," Miko tittered in a laugh. "But that's cute, anyhow."

Weiss gasped indignantly, but it was a playful noise. After all, she had that beautiful woman grinding and bouncing in her lap – but, of course, it still made her want something more. Just a bit, if nothing else. She sighed for it, her voice coming out in a soft little huff of pleasure. Her hips started to push up, driving herself just a bit harder into that soft quim above – working her dick into her with a bit more pleasure and a bit more satisfaction.

Miko only hummed. She barely betrayed anything, but sort of looked at her with a sly, careful eye – as if dominating her, even then, and all she was truly doing was looking over her shoulder. It was kind of crazy, and it made Weiss huff. She licked her lips and narrowed her eyes as she pushed up into that cunt above, moving and bouncing her waist to fuck just a tiny bit more – just to get a bit more out of it, good though it already felt.

"Oh?" Miko purred. "Is someone excited?"

"You bet I am," Weiss said in turn. "I just can't help it with women as hot and sassy as you."

"Sassy?" Miko laughed hard. "Oh, that's adorable, really."

Weiss pushed up with her hips, bucking up into the tightness of the pussy above. She drove her dick into her and crammed it up with the weight of her meat, squeezing it around her. She husked in enjoyment for the texture of it all, and she smirked as she got up into her vice-tight depths. She thrust from the bottom, moving in time with Miko's bouncing. She adjusted to her and unleashed herself, getting more out of the sex.

Moment by moment, she thrust and pushed up into her just that much more. She stabbed up into her hot pussy and fucked her from below, making the woman groan and sigh. Her thick dick drove up into the hot cunt that was dropping down upon her in turn, almost squeezing her out. Weiss loved it, though. She sighed, held onto that pretty white ass, and squeezed as she thrust up. She tried to fuck Miko from the bottom and take control, but that remained out of reach.

Miko kept control as she moved. She fucked back against her and dropped down easily, and she fucked back with equal passion. She hummed and sighed and looked over her shoulder with her ears flicking as if to imply it wasn't enough for her, and Weiss responded with fiercer upward jabs. Their skin met with louder claps, each one hotter than the last – but it wasn't enough, not yet. They went at one another almost feverishly, trying to outfuck the other

It was almost funny. It was like a back and forth wrestling match, and despite having a dick the size of her arm, Weiss couldn't quite manage to outfuck Miko. The fox-woman remained tight as she hammered herself backward and only seemed to get tighter the more that she moved. Her pussy was positively wringing out that cock, and at that point, Weiss felt her face heat up with exertion and stress. She was close, too, and her ideas to hard-dom Yae weren't quite succeeding.

"Cum in me, little one," Yae Miko husked. "It has been so long, after all."

Weiss couldn't quite resist. She was all too happy to empty her balls and stuff a woman up with a gooey, creamy load, so she jerked her hips up with a wordless moan and drove it in deeply. She hammered her up and stuffed her with the weight of all her cock, then held herself there as her dick went about its lewd work: unceremoniously blowing out a load and plastering those insides in gooey white.

Lots of white. The heat of Weiss' load poured out and rushed into Miko like a firehose, showing her pussy what it was like to be filled up with hot and creamy cum. Bucketfuls of cum, a rich spurting of release that washed over all over her from top to bottom and back again. The richness of her seed blasted her steaming depths, plowing headlong into that silken furrow and stuffing it up all at once. It was one senseless wave of orgasmic release, matching the dozens that Weiss had let out on spring break.

She had cum more times during those seven days than her entire life, and she'd emptied out her balls more than made sense. She practically overproduced cum, and at that point, it was just comfortable to blow a load in a babe's pussy. She stuffed her up with that white-hot release and gummed up her inner walls with its rich heat, and she was left to grunt and groan for the pleasure of it. Miko made noises of pleasure as well,l and they were little husky, fox-like yips.

"Oh, now, darling!" Miko gasped. "Now that's a good load of cum!"

Weiss grunted as she let herself go and emptied herself. By the time she was done, she was shivering back down flat, her body happy with the brilliant afterglow of release. "Shit..."

"I haven't felt a good load like that in a long time," Yae Miko purred. "And I'd be loathe to lose it so quickly..."

She looked back over her shoulder and smirked down at Weiss. Weiss blinked back, half-helpless. "What?"

"You wanted to dom me, didn't you?" Miko waved her hand at her. "I've got another hour before Ei gets really mad, so you have until then to try and make me scream. Do a good job, and I might even give you my number..."

Weiss grinned. She slapped Yae's ass hard, making her squeal, and then sat up straight and wrapped her arms right around her. "That sounds like a great hour of my time."

Weiss did not get to make Miko squeal. She didn't even manage to bring her back to her room when they were done, either. Before she even got there, a very imperious-looking woman with a braid of purple hair practically stomped over, grabbed Yae Miko by the ear, and started to pull on her like an unruly pet; Weiss had only barely been able to grab the Faunus's number after that.

With that comfortably behind her, Weiss decided to have her fun with the afternoon. She spent some of the time back trying to suntan, though that did not amount to much before she got antsy. She started to hang out at one of the arcades just to do something different, where she found, and got roped into, games with the familiar Tomoe Gozen. That lasted for some time too long before she comfortably pulled herself away.

At some point in the afternoon, Weiss found herself handed something like a flyer. She was walking around, minding her own business, when she saw an absolute doll wrapped up in a black casino bunny outfit standing on a street corner. She was waving flyers around her bunny-ear-clad head, and shouted something enthusiastic to the crowds of admiring, flirting passerbys.

"Come by the VIP bunny lounge!" She said enthusiastically. "Small entry fee, big opportunities! Fine drinks and fine waitresses!"

Weiss took the flyer, naturally. Beyond the stereotypical bunny logo on top, the laminated paper just showed off a VIP section of one of the hotel bars, as well as the location of it - adjacent to the hot-tub pool sections. Weiss found it to be an interesting and intriguing prospect, so that was her next stop - the 'VIP' section of the hotel bar. She had not known such a thing existed, but there were honestly so many bars there that it just didn't matter much - she'd been to many of them.

It took her about twenty minutes to get there. It was not even evening yet, not really, but the place was still packed already. People drank constantly and incessantly, and it did not matter what time of the day it was - they were drunk already, because that was just how the place operated. Normally, Weiss would be bothered by it. Instead, she just found it amusing. The 'hotel bar' was more of an actual bar rather than any of the others, but she did not actually recognize it. She wasn't sure she'd been to that specific one before, but she was happy to figure it out.

Weiss smirked and smiled at all of the hot girls she saw dancing and prancing about. She walked straight up to the bar, intending to get at least a few drinks in her before hitting anyone up. She made it about halfway there before she felt a literal body hit her, slamming into her from the side and all but body tackling her. Weiss gasped and reeled as some fleshy weight latched onto her like a damned koala bear and clung fast, making her eyes go wide and her cheeks puff out in bafflement.

"H-hey!" Weiss gasped. "Get off my, lady!"

It was a lady, judging by the tits that were squishing against her shoulder. She did not really think about it, though. The touch of tits no longer distracted her, and she was more just indignant about the entire darned thing. She pushed and tried to untangle herself, getting away from the person that had latched onto her like glue.

"Hey, look -"

"Corrrrrrrrrrrrrrin," a voice drunkenly cooed into her ear. "What's wrrrroooooooong?"

"Huh?" Weiss started to push, and drove her elbow upward - only to find herself pressing into the weight of what could only be a titty, a big, plump thing of flesh that compressed around her arm. "Lady, you've got the wrong person."

"Corrin, don't - hic! - don't pretend!" The voice cooed. "It's your loving big sister, Camilla!"

Weiss turned - and her eyes went wide. She stared at a bombshell. A literal bombshell. The tits in front of her were bombshells. They were ginormous. They were the size of her fucking head, and that was… shocking. Incredible, really. Those massive melons were tucked away in a bikini that was scandalous, a fucking crime against any sort of human decency. Her cleavage was so deep it was drool-worthy, and Weiss had to stare.

She stared at all of it, though. Those tits were connected to an hourglass waist, connected to a firm, smooth, soft tummy of squishy perfection. It bled into thighs that were thicc and squishy, the epitome of female fertility. The face above was round and haughty, yet drunken and cute. Her hair was a soft, luscious lilac, all blending together into smooth perfection - a gorgeous view, an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous woman.

Oh, her mind thought. Well, hell there…

"Corrrrin," the strange woman cooed. "Don't ignore meeee…"

Weiss stared at 'Camilla'. She stared at that gorgeous, drunken bombshell, who was, even then, mindlessly running her hands over Weiss's bare stomach, down her hips, and all along her spine, trailing over her with luxurious intent. She softly stroked her, but there was a bold hunger to her movements - and the smaller Heiress could only flush with prickling anticipation at the feeling of it all.

"I'm… not ignoring you, Camilla," Weiss said slowly. "I just - I was surprised."

"Oh, Corrin!" The girl laughed. "You're so funny! Oh, hey - did your hair get longer?"

"No," she lied.

Camilla laughed again. "You're so adorable, Corrin."

"And you're beautiful, Camilla," Weiss replied. She was staring straight down into those immense, luscious tits, and at the same time, the stranger was feeling Weiss right up - very clearly stroking at her naked skin, massaging and fondling her happily.

"Oh! That's the nicest compliment you've said all break!" Camilla cooed. "Really, Corrin?"

"Of course," Weiss said. She had no idea what was happening or who Corrin was or what the relationship between them all was, but that was perfectly fine by her. "You're gorgeous, Camilla. Why wouldn't I compliment you?"

"Corrin!" Camilla gasped. "Is this a new side to you?"

Weiss smirked. She turned on her heel and ran her hands along the sides of Camilla's gorgeous, hourglass waistline, tucking into her broad hips and moving across the narrow width of it. The woman was positively breedable, and Weiss loved that - a lot. It was so hot, so exciting, and it got her hard already.

"Maybe it is, Camilla. Do you like that?"

"Like it?" Camilla gently reached up to cup her face. "Oh, I love it, Corrin!"

Weiss just kept on smirking with glee. "Then I'd love to show you how much I like you, Camilla. Maybe in private?"

Camilla practically cried tears of joy. "Oh, yes, Corrin, I'd - hic! - love that!"

Weiss smirked. "Then follow me. They've got great private washrooms around here… probably…"

"Fuck…" Weiss groaned out as she leaned back against the counter. "That is a good fucking mouth, shit…"

The way Camilla sucked cock was positively obscene. It was absolutely perverse, with each movement wetter, sloppier, and messier than the last one. The woman moved on her dick with lustful gusto, as if the cock was the best thing she'd ever tasted in the entire world, and the only thing that she wanted to taste ever again. She moved with absolutely sloppy, lavish intent, and dropped down with slick intensity time and time again.

She acted as if she was not kneeling in the washroom or wasn't blowing a dick that she did not even know her sister had. She did so readily and eagerly, positively slobbering over that powerful shaft of meat as she - in her own words - tried to lube it up. She bobbed up and down, her purple hair curling around her shoulders, and her immense tits wobbling left and right with each enthusiastic movement that she made. It was too lewd, but Weiss loved it.

She had an eleven out of ten bombshell on her knees for her, sucking her dick to lube it up. It was insanely lewd, but Weiss was not about to pass that up, not one bit - not as Camilla so shamelessly went down on her like a cock-hungry slut, worshipping fat Schnee cock as if it was that of her sister. That was likely even more perverse than anything Weiss could have done, honestly. It was hot, though, that was for sure.

"Damn, Camilla," Weiss groaned out, "I don't know why we didn't do this sooner!"

Camilla slurped messily on her shaft, bathing it in thick, syrupy heat. She slobbered across that hard girth as she rose up and dropped down, washing it over in saliva. She breathed against it and gurgled around it, showing her lustful appreciation with each descent of that needy head. Her hands curled around the base to prop it all up, but she continually, and readily, shoved it into her mouth to gobble it all up.

She moved desperately, which only made it hotter still. Camilla slobbered and slurped across the many thick inches of her dick, worshipping it with lewd, single-minded intensity. Her tongue fluttered and pressed into place, half lapping along her girth, while her lips wrapped tight around the rest of it. She suckled hard and fast, focused on nothing but that white slab of meat - happily, readily gurgling upon it, taking it in deep.

Camilla bobbed her head with enthusiastic, and loving, intent. She slurped that hard slab of cock deep into her mouth, stretching out her jaw each time that she dropped down. She gurgled upon it as she suckled it all up, drawing on it with lewd, and luxurious, intent. Her soft tongue ground down against it and lapped it right up, pressing against her hardness and slurping into wet and enthusiastic place.

"Ah…" Weiss sighed as she let it all play out. "That's it… fuck…"

Camilla gave some seriously good head. It was like she was sucking the life out of her dick, honestly. She slurped and suckled with remorselessly lewd intent, drawing upon it and gurgling it deep into her mouth. She made wet noises as she rose up and down, leaving saliva pouring out from her lips. It drooled down and over her chin, and it rained down across the slopes of her fat tits like the glazing on a pastry.

Camilla went at it messily, leaving it all a slurping, wet mess. Weiss was truly impressed; her head game was out of this world, and probably the best blowjob that Weiss had gotten on the entire trip. She groaned as her dick was worshipped by that lusty mouth, shown a new world of pleasure. Her cock was left shining, slick, and wet, all from the woman's sheer enthusiasm - that endless, reckless enthusiasm, each movement sloppier than the last.

"That's it, baby," Weiss sighed. "I mean - sister. That's it. Suck my cock reaaaaal nice."

She did not need to say anything, of course, not with the way that Camilla was moving. She suckled and slurped with enthusiastic, lewd intent, drawing up and dropping down with wet intensity. She gurgled about that haft as she took it all inside, worshipping it with all she could muster and then some. She was practically slamming into her mouth before drawing back again, and again, going roughly.

"Get it nice and wet," Weiss urged, "for when I fuck you, Camilla."

Camilla blew her dick hungrily. She hammered it into her own mouth, almost slamming it against her throat, before drawing back again - and again, and again, worshipping it freely and lustfully. She blew her with the most skills of anyone else Weiss had on spring break, and she gave her some of the most amazing head thus far. It was a gorgeous thing to feel, and she could only think about how dumb this 'Corrin' person was not to let that happen on the daily.

So, Weiss would do it for her. She sighed and husked out happy, lewd breaths as her dick was worshipped, taking sincere pleasure in the thickness of it all. The shameless actions the drunk Camilla showed was intense, and she loved it. She smiled and groaned aloud as her cock was pleasured by a hot mouth, satisfying her in very palpable ways. It made her pulsate and throb with life, though she wanted more - much more.

The more that Camilla moved, the more that her immense tits bobbed. They were jiggling about left and right as she slurped on the dick, and more of her saliva drooled down past her spread lips to rain across them. The upper slopes of her doughy tits collected that wetness, making for a truly wet display - but that did not matter. Camilla did not care. She just kept at it, suckling and slurping upon that rock-hard girth with enthusiastic intent.

It was endless. The pleasure did not stop, and she radiated in it. She sighed, her voice spilling out in happy groans, while Camilla gurgled around her cock like a madwoman. She took it into her mouth over and over and dropped down with wet intensity, suckling away at it - getting it nice and wet for the sex to follow, which was the entire intention. Just a lewd warm-up session before the main event, which was to happen at Weiss's decision.

Right then.

"That's great, Camilla," Weiss husked, "but sit yourself on the counter so we can get this cock where it belongs."

Camilla pulled off her cock with an obscene slurp and a wet groan. "Yes… yes! That sounds amazing, C-Corrin…!"

Weiss grinned. She grabbed at that beautiful, fleshy body, and she hefted it upright powerfully. She tugged the woman to her feet and grabbed at her breast in the same breath, squeezing into that fluffy and doughy mound of flesh. She dug her fingers into the softness of it, bending it out around her hand. She squeezed hard, the skin bending out of shape, as she shifted the lusty, drunken babe onto the bathroom sink ahead of her.

She pushed her onto it easily. She forced her into place, but Camilla was ready for it: gasping and cooing out her name, spreading her thighs welcomingly, bringing them out wide and forming a nice gap for Weiss to settle into. She was horny, her pussy so wet, just so easy to fuck - and Weiss was not going to wait, either. She chuckled as she slipped into place, moving forward with hunger. She sent her dick flopping down, there to clap against a smooth, white pelvis.

"Fuck me, Corrin," Camilla breathed as that cock pushed toward her pussy. "Fuck me right!"

Weis did not hesitate to just ram her dick into that soft pussy ahead. With an abrupt, powerful stroke, she sent inches and inches of rock-hard and totally glistening dickmeat cramming into Camilla's soft body, stretching her out like the little toy that she was. Her dick hammered forward, swept into that tight, wet cunt, and impaled it in one go – just a hard slam that left the purple-haired woman squealing with glee.

"Yes, Corrin!" Camilla moaned out. "Oh my lord, your dick – it feels so good!"

Weiss smirked. She clenched down on those wide hips and hammered forward in a rough and needy arc, smashing her dick inside just like that. She all but bottomed out inside of her, and she did it easily. It took no effort at all. Not only was Camilla that fucking wet, but Weiss's dick was that well lubed. It was as easy as breathing, honestly, to slam herself inside like a total stud, and when she pounded their hips together, she felt nothing but joy.

"Yeah, that's right," Weiss husked. "Of course it feels good."

She rolled into those hot, steaming folds, and she felt them squish against her. The lubrication Camilla had left and her own marvellous wetness meant that each movement sent juices slurping across her hardness, to her pleasure. It was a gorgeous thing to feel, and Weiss husked out a low and lewd breath of pure enjoyment as she did exactly that. She bathed herself in the pleasure, while intent on getting more.

"And it's all for you, big sister," she laughed huskily. "Enjoy, baby."

She rolled her hips and tugged backward, making Camilla moan even more. The woman was made to whine as Weiss tugged her cock out with a powerful, intense tug, drawing her thick meat fee as smoothly and as quickly as she could. She felt nothing but enjoyment in the roughness of action, and with pleasure, she drew away. She did it all mercilessly, almost too lewdly, and she appreciated every last bit of it. There was nothing else to do, honestly, but enjoy the pleasures of the moment, the ease of the sex at hand.

Camilla was wet, soaking wet, just absolutely dripping. Clearly, she wanted this strange Corrin person more than made sense, and more than some drunken stupor would allow. Likewise, Weiss was so wet and so hard that impaling her was as easy as breathing, and it took nothing at all for her to bring her hips around and just blow the damned thing into her soft pussy. She made the utterly gorgeous woman positively scream, her pleasure loud and thick.

"Yes! Corrin!" Camilla gasped. "Fuck me with that big dick, please!"

Weiss chuckled and squeezed on her hips. "That's the intention, slut."

She brought her hips around and moved with feral passion. There was no reason to hold back with a total hoe like that, even if the situation was not quite scrupulous. Maybe Weiss was a sleaze for abusing it, but she did not want to think about those sorts of things. She just wanted to enjoy herself and to fuck, and that was all she made to do. She moved her hips with that one single thought in her mind, and nothing more than that.

"I didn't know you had a dick but it feels soooo good," Camilla moaned messily, her voice lacking much sense – but that was fine. Weiss did not care. She just laughed at her words as she set about smashing that dick into the vice of her cunt, penetrating it in a long, feral sweep of action – inches and inches of it buried inside, jammed deep into those snug walls.

Only the movements of bodies mattered. Nothing else. The pleasure it offered, the way they fit together, that wet slurping and churning, only that. Weiss moved hard, her hands tight around Camilla's hips, and drew backward with a rough tug. Wetness squelched and pink pussy folds clung to her as she tugged herself out, drawing away with a positively obscene noise of pleasure. She pulled all the way back, her cock more than halfway free, inches and inches exposed to the cold air.

Then, she smashed it all back inside, cramming it into her pussy in one long and powerful stroke. She pounded that thick slab of meat right down into her cunt and stuffed it up with laughable ease, penetrating her in full. The weight of her dick spun around and pushed into her, filling her up to the brim, before moving back again. No hesitation, no delay. Weiss built up into an easy rhythm, and did so with passion. Her hips moved and swung with familiar ease, allowing her to really rail out Camilla.

"Fuck! Yes!" Camilla squealed. "Corrin! Yes! I love you!"

Weiss chuckled. "I'll be sure to pass on the message."

She gripped those curvy hips and went all out. She slammed into her hard and fast, cramming deep into her sodden cunt and really going at her soft pussy. She impaled her time and time again, bringing their bodies together with thick-sounding claps and thuds. Each time, flesh compressed, and each time, she felt nothing but pleasure out of it. Camilla's pussy was an easy ten, and the sight of that gorgeous body in front of her was an easy eleven.

"Yes!" She moaned out. "So good!"

The purple-haired slut's tits shuddered with each deep thrust into her pussy. They bounced up toward her collarbones rather nicely, just two jiggling mounds of white. They shuddered and quivered as she moved, their weights flopping left and right. They were a victim to the action as much as they were of their own size, and the most casual of thrusts into Camilla's body had them shuddering – which was to say nothing of the hard slamming that Weiss unleashed.

The harder that she moved, the more that they bounced. Hard inward strokes had them shuddering, which pleased her. It made her smirk, and she greedily eyed up those bouncing mounds of beautiful tittymeat as she moved. She stared them down while Camilla moaned high above, her breath gasping out and her praises coming out all sloppy-like. She looked like a mess as she laid it on the counter of the bathroom, but it was not as if Weiss cared.

She simply indulged in the way it all looked. She loved the way her body flexed and how her body shifted around. She was impaled by the hardness of that thrusting cock, the weight of that meaty pillar. Her cunt gobbled it all up, though, easily taking it inside and wrapping it up in layers of fluffy flesh. Weiss happily went down on her, abusing her willingness and her drunken state to get her rocks off one more time – maybe not the most scrupulous of ways, but one that she enjoyed the most.

"Fuck," Weiss grunted as she squeezed those hips, "You are just too hot."

"Yes, Corrin!" Camilla moaned. "I'm yours, sister, so take me!"

"That's the – fuck – intention."

Weiss leaned in as she thrust away at her. There was not an ounce of hesitation as she clapped her mouth down around Camilla's nipple, and just pressed in down around one of those swollen, rubbery nubs. She suckled upon it, drawing on it with wet intensity, and started to slurp at it; she suckled it right up and just went to town, because she didn't care about anything else.

Camilla moaned even more, of course, but it wasn't as if Weiss was really caring about that, not as she thrust forward. She smashed her dick inside again and again. Her thighs clapped against Camilla's far thiccer pair, making for a lewd sight – but they folded around her easily, and that was fine. All the while, she suckled hard on the rubbery extent of her nipple, drawing it up with lustful intensity and washing it over in soft, wet heat.

She worshiped that pretty pinkness with her lips. She surrounded it in warmth and she bathed it in heat while her tongue rolled and pushed. She suckled on it with the firmness of a vacuum, and she drew on it with wet, roughshod intensity. She slurped away upon it, pressing her tongue against it, applying a sort of friction that made Camilla whine and gasp against her. It was a pleasurable situation to be in, that was for sure.

Weiss brought herself around, falling into her lusty embrace readily and with contentment. She pounded forward in brusque, drilling arcs, hammering against that pelvis ahead. She left skin smacking and clapping each time that she moved, which the Heiress enjoyably listened to. All the while, she sucked on her nipple hard, bathing it in bubbling wetness. Weiss, honestly, didn't care about what she was sucking or how she was going at it, just as long as she could appreciate that busty body.

"Yes, Corrin," Camilla moaned. "Corrin, oh, Corrin..."

Camilla started to trail off. Weiss did not know why, but she did not stop, either. She hammered herself forward and crammed herself into that tight, narrow cunt, stretching it all out with each movement that she made. She pulled away from a hot nipple with long lines of saliva trailing alongside her, and then tugged all the way back - and just kept on staring and watching, admiring it all with lusty eyes.

"Damn, you're a hot one," Weiss husked. "Fucking gorgeous…"

Hard, brusque slams sent flesh wobbling in her wake, making titties clap and thud it was just so enjoyable to watch, and that was all that Weiss focused on as she moved: those immense, wobbling mounds of breastflesh, and nothing more than that. She plowed away at the soft, squishy body, just reaming it out for dear life and then some - just because she could.

"W-wait," Camilla groaned, "You don't look like my Corrin. Are you my Corrin?"

"Yes?" Weiss replied, her voice half-unsure – but her body honest in its heartfelt, lustful slamming. She drove herself into Camilla's cunt like a spear of action, and she sent her tits bouncing as she fucked her hard.

"You're not Corrin," Camilla gasped messily. "W-Wait..."

"Finally sobering up, huh?" Weiss huffed. "I've been fucking you – damnit – hard enough..."

"You're not Corrin," Camilla opened again, her body shifting and her thighs spread as she was slamfucked on the sink, "but you've got a good dick."

"Glad you think so," Weiss grunted as she yanked on those hips and drove herself forward in broad, impaling arcs. "Because you've got a great pussy, and I don't wanna pull out yet."

"Nnnnngh -" Camilla reached up to grip her shoulders, and from the strength behind her hands, Weiss almost felt fear. "-Just keep on fucking me, not-Corrin, before I get mad!"

"That was the plan," Weiss huffed, and that was exactly what she did. She thrust herself forward in those punishing arcs, cramming inches and inches of dickmeat into the hot stranger's cunt. She didn't mind much that she was discovered or that Camilla's foggy mind realize something was going on, so long as she could get her rocks off. Was she being a scumbag? Probably. Could she care? No.

After all, it was spring break. So, Weiss kept on going, happy that her secret would be safe in that sordid washroom and nowhere else. No one in Atlas would know about that torrid affair, and she could slam away to her heart's content. She made Camilla moan, and her tits bounced, each time she drove herself inside. With broad arcs, she feverishly hammered away at that clenching core, reaming her out with each movement that she made.

Camilla positively screamed as Weiss crammed her dick into her snatch, plowing her with honest, earnest intensity. Her thick dick plunged forward and into her snatch, thrusting away with lewd intensity. Her powerful shaft hammered away at her, bringing their bodies together and clapping flesh together. Tits bounced in her wake, making for a very attractive, very lewd sight. Weiss indulged in it – but she did it for everything.

It was all just so good, so hot, and she kept at it. She pounded forward, drilling herself deep inside and enjoying that pussy for all it was worth and then some. She brought herself all the way around it stuff her up and stuff her full, then tugged backward to do it again – and again, and again, moving with heartfelt power. Her cock got closer to orgasm with each passing second, threatening to drown out all other thoughts. And, when it came, she embraced it readily.

She did not warn Camilla. She did not even try to. She just powered forward, crammed her thick slab of a dick into that soft pussy, and impaled it to the brim. She held herself down hard, with that final thrust turning Cmailla into a gasping, moaning mess – and in the same lusty breath, Weiss let go. Her cock immediately began to pour out the heat of her load, and it raced out to plaster that tight cunt with release. As if knowing the pussy around it belonged to a hot woman, a truly prodigious load came out, spurting along the length of a wet cunt to conquer it all.

"Fuck!" Camilla screamed – and not much more, not as she was stuffed up with a hot, gooey creampie. The white-haired girl could only slump down as her Schnee fuckmeat did what it was meant to do and dumped a piping-hot load into that busty slut. She crammed her full of cum and stuffed her up with a good, hot creampie, ensuring that every inch of her velvety depths was crammed full of baby-batter. Hot, sticky, gooey baby-batter, which swirled and squelched with merciless thickness.

Weiss moaned as she let herself go. She stuffed her up with seed and plowed it all into her, and she started to sigh in relief as she got off. Nothing mattered but the pleasure of release, the satisfaction of letting out a good load. She thought nothing of what she did or any consequences, but just enjoyed it.

"Fuck…" Weiss sighed. "Oh, that's… good… "

When Camilla moved, it was fast, intense, and pretty much insane. She shoved her right down without a second thought, pushing her away from between her legs and making Weiss stumble backward. A second later and that big, busty body jumped up and landed down with a thud, and then grabbed her. Before Weiss knew it, she was being shoved down to the ground, pinned down flat at her back, with an angry babe on top of her.

What the fuck, Weiss thought, eyes wide. "L-look, Camilla, there's an honest explanation for this -"

"Shut up," Camilla said. She sounded pissed off, and her eyes were firm. She radiated danger and bloodlust, which really wasn't a good thing. "...I'll let you off easy, not-Corrin, but only if you fuck me enough to forget about my sister."

"Uhm…" Weiss nodded rapidly. "Sounds good by me, yup."

And Camilla never even got her name.

Once free of Camilla and her ravenous antics - or, basically, once Weiss had fucked her stupid and left her there, fucked stupid - she was finally able to go about doing what she wanted: namely, headed back to that VIP area she'd read about. It wasn't a far trip whatsoever, and a few stairs and a floor and a half up later, she was at an entryway of sequin beads and another casino bunny acting as a hostess.

The entry fee was a mere twenty-five Lien, which was really nothing for someone like Weiss - or anyone, honestly, but it didn't matter. She walked right inside that 'VIP' zone, and there she found a totally seedy hostess bar. A veritable one, with plenty of round-shaped, blue-velvet sofas, dark tables, low lighting, and smokey, almost foggy incense, like some sort of a mafia done. There was lots of glass and lots plenty of bottles, making for a very strange sight.

There were lots of female servers around. Many of them - a majority - were in more of those playboy bunny outfits, some dozen or so girls. Each outfit was a different colour and a different make, ranging from high-waisted to low, cleavage to none, halter top to stomach cutouts, with stockings or fishnets or nothing across; no uniform, just slutty outfits. Beyond that were some girls in branded bikinis, others in skimpy maid outfits, and a few wearing even less, if such a thing were possible.

And all of them had platters of drinks in their hands, and most were cozying up to their patrons. It was one on one service, proving that it was basically a seedy hostess bar. After all, more than one serving girl was getting pulled down into the lap of some lecherous rich dudebro that had gone on spring break, and most of them were getting fondled or squeezed in some way or other; clearly, it was a seedy place with low morals.

Weiss liked that kind of place. She grinned as she moved toward one of the open booths and slipped right into it, already eager. She watched all the other hostesses at work: they poured out bottles of wine and alcohol and brandy, they offered bottles of beer, they bent right over to show off their cleavage or the curves of their bunny-suited asses; they let customers plant tips down their tits, or otherwise simply sat in their laps and giggled away like a strip club.

This is my kind of place, Weiss thought. I wonder how much it would be to set one up back home….

A waitress popped up beside her table, as if on queue. She was a hot thing for sure, and one that immediately got Weiss excited to see. She was a redhead, which was, at that point, her favourite colour of hair. She had a tall, shapely body, with a gorgeous set of tits on her, wrapped up in a very tight pink bunny outfit. It was practically painted on, showing off all her curves, her navel, and the weight of her hips.

Her tits positively popped out of that tight outfit. It was too tight around her body and across her chest, making her cleavage really bounce out. That alone was worth a good ten Lien shoved down her pink bunny outfit, which was to say nothing of the rest of her body - or how good her face looked. She was a real hottie, even with the strange, feathery nature of her wild hair. Just gorgeous, and something that Weiss wanted to savour.

"Hello, and welcome to the VIP lounge!" The redhead said with faux-cheer, clearly faked. "I'm your server, Kallen!"

"Kallen? Just Kallen?" Weiss drawled, already fishing for information. She saw Kallen's eye twitch, proving that she did not want to be there at all.

"Kallen Stanfield," the girl said. She had to be older than Weiss by a fair bit, and was probably a young woman. A clear ten out of ten, though. "Miss."

"My name is Weiss Schnee," Weiss drawled. "And I'm glad to make your acquaintance."

From the way Kallen fidgeted, she clearly did not want to be there. "S-so… what can I get for you?"

Weiss could have said something like a bottle of beer or what's your local brew or even get me a shot of tequila, but instead, she decided to flex on Kallen Stanfield. "Get me your best bottle of wine, please."

"My best…" Kallen trailed off. "Uhhh. That's kinda expensive, like…"

Weiss kept on smiling. "I'm good for it."

Kallen shuffled. "I'd need a credit card first -"

Weiss whipped out her black card.

Kallen almost trembled to see it. "R-right. I'll - I'll be back."

Weiss really liked watching her ass bounce as she walked away. She leaned back all proud-like and looked around the lounge. It really was just a seedy place. It was no different than any stripclub or hostess joint, with a clear slutty veneer over everything. The girls were all laughing and giggling to make their tips, proving that the place was no normal bar.

Kallen returned a good five minutes later. She smiled awkwardly as she arrived, a silver platter in her hands. A bottle of wine was set on top, while a crystal glass rested beside it. "Hello again, Miss. Here's your wine."

Kallen put the glass down on the table while Weiss grabbed the bottle of wine. She hefted it up like a prize and looked over the label. It made her laugh, if only slightly.

"Ah - eight-oh-six," she said slowly. "It's a middling vintage. Not great, not poor. Oh, well. Nothing for it, I suppose."

Kallen looked at her strangely. "It's the best one here."

"That's what I asked you to get," Weiss agreed. "It's just not good, but I didn't expect much, anyhow."

Kallen ducked her head. "W-well - let me pour it for you."

Kallen leaned right over as she did so, showing off the length of her tits and the depth of her cleavage to Weiss's eager eyes. The girl was a feast for them, honestly, and she very much enjoyed it. She smirked at the sight of those tits more than the wine filling up the crystal cup, honestly.

"Thanks, darling," she hummed.

Kallen almost flinched, then forced a smile. "No problem, miss Weiss."

Kallen then started to pull back. "I'll just, uhm - there's a bottle opening fee, of course, but -"

"Leave the bottle," Weiss said with a wave of her hand. "I don't care."

Kallen gulped. Then, smiled again. "Sure thing." Then, she brushed red hair behind her ear. "Uh - anything else I can, uhm, do for you…?"

Weiss chuckled in Kallen's direction. "Might I be upfront for a moment?"

"U-upfront?" Kallen looked at her strangely. "S-sure. I mean, of course, I'm your server."

"You really aren't good at this, right?" Weiss told her. "You don't want to be here at all."

"H-huh?!" Kallen asked, suddenly flustered. She brought that silver platter up to her chest as if to guard herself, then shook her head. "I totally wanna be here. I'm just your loyal server, ready to do anything you ask of me!"

Weiss stared at her, thoroughly unimpressed. She raised her eyebrows and swirled the wine around in her cup, as if to show that Kallen was not convincing at all.

"...Fine," Kallen huffed, her expression dropping into one of thoroughly unimpressed annoyance. "No, I don't. I know I suck at this. I'm sorry, kid."

Weiss laughed. "Yeah, there it is."

She gestured with her glass, then brought it up to her lips and took a drink of the wine. A second later, she pushed it down and flicked her hand out. "Sit with me, Kallen."

"I'm not- " Kallen licked her lips. "For a tip -"

Money grubber, got it, Weiss thought. "Sit, please. Money isn't an object for me."

Kallen sat down at her side. She looked thoroughly miffed, but not with Weiss specifically - just the situation she was in, it seemed. Still, though reluctant and taller than Weiss, she looked incredible in that slutty casino bunny outfit. A total babe wrapped in pink cloth, with a great seat of tits on her.

"S-so…" Kallen started, then faltered. "Eh… You… come here often?"

"No."

"Oh."

Weiss chuckled. "You're really not good at this."

"I know, so shut up," Kallen huffed. "This isn't my dream gig, okay? So like. If you want me to sit here and look hot for you, then let's just leave it at that. Give me a semi-decent tip and I won't tell you off for staring at my tits."

"I'd want more than that," Weiss drawled.

Kallen eyed her up. "Huh? What was that?"

Weiss gestured at the surrounding bar. "If you don't like this gig, then why are you here, Kallen?"

Kallen hesitated, but spat out her gripes easy enough."Why? Because they're paying me a lot of money to serve perverts in a bunny costume, okay? That's why."

"So it's about the money," Weiss probed firmly.

"I need money, it's whatever." Kallen shrugged. "Pay for my mother's health bills, it's whatever."

"Mother's health bills, huh?" Weiss nodded. "That's respectable."

"Sure, sure," the redhead dismissed. "Gross work, but it pays."

"I'm sure." Weiss watched the other servers giggle and flirt with their patrons. Some were sitting on their laps, some were grinding away in laps, and a few were letting themselves be touched and petted up for tips. They were good tips, that was for sure, but for someone as rich as Weiss, it was all pocket change. "Some good tips, I bet… but that's not going to pay bills very fast."

Kallen shrugged. "I'm working for the entire break."

"Someone as bad at this as you isn't going to make bank fast."

"Screw off," Kallen said instantly.

Weiss sipped her wine. "Case in point."

"So what?" Kallen sighed. She crossed her arms under her bust, which was an attractive view - but Weiss stared past Kallen and at another bunny being led off by her patron, practically dragged past the lounge entrance and up to VIP rooms. An idea, thus, began to form in Weiss's mind, and one that she rather well enjoyed.

"I'm saying that you're exceptionally attractive," Weiss pointed out. "It shouldn't be hard to raise that capital."

"I'm not a whore," Kallen sighed. "And these people - they're rich, but cheap-rich. It's spring break, they don't have that cash."

"Yes, but a clever girl like you surely knows a good investment when you see it," Weiss drawled. She winked at Kallen and gently squeezed her bare thigh, but Kallen just sort of glared down at her. "You can reel in a big whale."

Kallen shook her head. "Not interested in pervs, thanks."

Weiss sighed. She shook her head, swirled the wine around in her glass, and gulped it down. "You really don't make it easy to make money, do you?"

Kallen crossed her arms under her tits and sighed. "Like this? Yeah, no."

"Great face, gorgeous body, amazing hair, impressive tits -"

"-Hey!-"

"-Buuut terrible personality and negotiating skills," Weiss chuckled. "You're not even trying to make anything off of me, for example, and I'd be all over you if you were."

Kallen sort of scrunched up her nose and pouted. "Whatever. You're just all these other people."

" I think you're gorgeous," said Weiss.

"So does everyone else," Kallen huffed.

"Ah, but I'm the one willing to listen to your troubles," said Weiss smoothly. "And I'm the one willing to be extra generous for even just… say, half an hour of your time?"

Kallen snorted. "Everyone says that, Weiss. You know how much I made with the last dude? Like. One-hundred Lien. After conversion rates, that's like, thirty Britannian Pounds."

What the fuck does that mean? Weiss opened her mouth, then closed it. She shook her head, gave up with her line of thought, and decided to go right for the point. "Okay, look, Kallen. How much money do you want?"

"Huh?" Kallen looked at her. "For what?"

Weiss rolled her eyes. "For your mother's health bills. How much money would you want?"

"I - what?" Kallen looked at her strangely and blinked a few times to process it. "I… Uh. In - well, in Lien, I guess it'd be like. Ten thousand?"

Weiss stared at her. "You expect to make that working here?"

"I - I make three hundred a night!" Kallen protested. "Plus the tips, so…"

"So you make even in, what thirty-odd days - thirty-three? With tips." Weiss looked at her. "Unless you live on this island, and unless you're a very old student, you're paying for a return trip, and then your lodging and stuff… without taking anything for yourself."

Kallen fidgeted and flushed. "Look, I do what I gotta do."

"And I want to help," Weiss said smoothly. She reached over and gently started to massage Kallen's back, stroking her suggestively. "I'll pay for all of your needs, Kallen. Your stay here, your plane ticket, and your mother's health bills… but only if you agree to spend the rest of the night with me. The entire night."

Kallen snorted at her indignantly. In an instant, her expression turned from disgusted to pissed off. "Ugh - the nerve of you?! What, you think you can just take advantage of me like that, because I was honest?!"

Weiss stared at her without being impressed while reaching into her pocket calmly.

"You're disgusting," Kallen spat, "just another creep trying to slip between my legs for some nice words, you dick - "

Weiss removed a giant chunk of Lien from her pocket and slapped it down on the table. It was a veritable log of money as big as Weiss's own dick, and she slapped it down casually. Instantly, Kallen's mouth dropped and her eyes went wide. She swallowed hard, several times in a row. She faltered, she stared, and she looked shocked out of her head.

"That's more than I make in a week," Kallen squeaked pathetically. "That's…. H-huh?"

"That can be yours," Weiss told her. "That's five thousand Lien. Two weeks worth of work for you. Come back to my room with me, and in the morning I'll make that ten thousand Lien."

"T-that's…" Kallen gulped. "Oh my God. How do you have that much money?"

"That's all my spending cash for today," Weiss told her. "So? What do you say, Kallen? Do we have an accord?"

Kallen fidgeted there. She gritted her teeth, stared at the money, and looked awkward about it all. It was like she was having an internal war with herself, trying to decide if she would take the bait or not. It took her about a minute before she grunted, reached out, and swiped the bottle of expensive wine on the table. She dragged it up to her lips and took a deep drink of it, letting some leak around her lips, before dropping it back down.

"Fuck it," she declared. "You have a deal."

"Yeah?" Weiss asked eagerly.

"Let's blow this joint," Kallen said, but not before swiping both the money and the wine.

Weiss chuckled. "Sure thing, beautiful…"

She watched Kallen's ass bounce as she stomped across the room. Weiss followed close behind, and only really smirked as the redhead stomped along with such pent-up ire. It drew the attention of the other serving staff as well as the floor manager - some dude in a suit - who immediately went over to intercept the stomping Kallen.

"Kallen!" The manager shouted. "What do you think you're doing? Get back on the floor!"

Kallen threw her bunny ears at him. "I quit this perverted place!"

The manager gaped at her. "You - you what? You can't quit?!"

"Apparently, she can," Weiss told him as she followed after Kallen. "She's an expensive fuck, I'll say, but a damn fiery one."

The manager kept on staring. "What? What does that even - hey! Hey, Kallen!"

Weiss chuckled and shook her head. Ah, fiery women are the best.

"This is your room?" Kallen muttered. She was staring straight at Maki still passed out on the bed and looked clearly annoyed by it. "Uh. I'm starting to regret my decision."

"We were fucking last night," Weiss said easily, though Kallen sneered. "I didn't realize she'd still be out of it, but I suppose I did go a bit hard."

"Great." Kallen finished the rest of the wine bottle - she'd been drinking straight out of it for the entire trip to the room. "So you're a sleazeball."

Weiss chuckled. Gently, she scooped up Maki from the bed; the girl stirred a bit at her touch, but she merely kissed her on the forehead. "Stay asleep, it's okay."

She gently moved Maki over from the bed to the couch. She put her down on it, then set her out on it. She extended the couch from 'couch' to 'sofa bed', then grabbed some comforters from the closest to drape them over her. She made sure to take care of her nicely, and Kallen stared at her the entire time. She fidgeted on her feet, clearly uncertain, but Weiss didn't consider it very much.

"W-whatever," Kallen huffed. "Let's just get this over with."

She started to pull at her bunny leotard: she reached behind her and went for a zipper or a seam, but Weiss quickly stopped her with a cough and a raised hand.

"Leave it on, please," Weiss asked her. "It makes you look gorgeous."

"Ugh." Kallen rolled her eyes. "You're a pervert, you know that?"

"Right now, I'm your sugar daddy," Weiss said throatily.

Kallen scowled.

"Get on the bed, please," Weiss asked her. "And spread those legs. There's no point in wasting time with that much Lien on the line, is there?"

"I guess not," Kallen grumbled, but she obeyed. She dropped onto the bed and started to lay out, but kept her torso raised up. "Just don't… be too tough, please. I haven't fucked in… well, I've never really fucked, so take it easy. A bit. Or whatever."

Weiss was surprised, but she didn't say that. She pulled off her top, then her bikini, to let her own smaller tits bounce out. Then, she started to tug on her pants while speaking. "Sure thing, Kallen. I can take care of you."

Kallen looked like she was going to retort, but then just went slacked-jawed as the second surprise of the night flopped out in front of her: Weiss's hung-as-a-horse cock. She gaped, eyes wide, and gulped loudly and thickly. She stared at that monstrous pillar of throbbing meat as if stunned for dear life, which was likely the truth.

"You're gonna fuck me with that?! " Kallen whimpered. "There's no way that would fit, dude!"

Weiss smiled at her as she walked forward. "Would it fit for another twenty-percent?"

Kallen gulped immediately. "Uhm, well, probably, y-yeah…"

"Then let's make it fit, Kallen," Weiss husked, "Together."

Kallen rolled her eyes at that cheesy dialogue, but she didn't stop Weiss from grabbing her thighs and spreading them aside. She stretched them up as she settled forward and got half on top of her, right between her legs. Her cock flopped down between them, smacking along the pink of her pelvis, and rested there like a heavy weight. Weiss's hands busied themselves with plucking that leotard away from the redhead's elusive pussy, whilst that redhead just stared.

"You're fucking hung," Kallen whined. "Christ…"

"And now you know why I feed it redheads morning and night," Weiss joked.

"Your jokes aren't worth the money."

Weiss laughed. "You know they are."

She guided her cock down and brushed it against those pert pussy lips. Kallen immediately whined, her voice that of reluctance, but that was okay. Weiss would deal with that happily. She smirked as she pressed down, easing herself against that sopping entrance; she gave the redhead plenty of time to say something or to back out if she really wasn't sure, but that never came.

Instead, Kallen locked eyes with her. "J-just get it over with, Weiss."

Weiss smirked. "That's what I like to hear…"

For once, Weiss did not just slam her dick inside. She almost gently eased it into her, thrusting her shaft down at an easy sort of pace. She was gentle with it as she sent the bulbous head slipping into those hot, tight folds – very hot folds that weren't all that wet compared to other girls. Of course, Kallen was, perhaps, the most reluctant of them, but that was fine. Weiss could work with that. The redhead was way too hot not to, honestly.

Kallen hissed at her touch, but she said nothing – she just sort of laid there. She looked halfway between a dead fish and an uncertain pillow princess, as if not sure how willing she was to get into it. She gritted her teeth and looked frustrated by the idea of sex for money, but there was no denying that the touch of Weiss's cock was making her feel things. It was too big for anything but that, really, so it made perfect sense.

Weiss eased her way down. She sent that thick length of meat slowly sliding into those hot, tight folds, her cock bearing down with easy passion. She was more than big enough to make it easy, and it did not take uh at all for her girth to split that pussy open. Pretty pink lips were parted and the soft tenderness of the tunnel within was slipped apart by her thickness, but at a slow, grinding sort of pace, not with much force to it.

"You feel so tight," Weiss husked down at her. "Really nice, Kallen."

"I don't want you to dirty-talk," Kallen huffed, her face tight. "J-just... get it over with... I guess..."

The redhead's fingers squeezed down on the bedsheets beside her as Weiss eased her dick down between the middle of her thighs. Her bunny suit-clad body stretched out wonderfully, and her big, fluffy tits were sort of laid bare in front of her – half-hidden by those cups, but more than big enough to wobble to a stop on top of her chest. It was a gorgeous view, and one that the Heiress readily indulged in as she sent herself sliding forward.

With ease and dedication, Weiss pressed her cock forward. Slowly, tenderly, inch by inch disappearing into that soft and tight cleft. The thick meat of it split open her insides as she pressed her way down, filling up the narrow passage of her cunt with intimate ease. Hard cockmeat drove down, pressing into her and stretching her out. Kallen's inner passage was tight, but not tight enough to halt Weiss's progress. It was firm, but not unyielding, not for her dick, not for her shaft.

So, Weiss hemd throatily. "You feel amazing, though, Kallen. How can I not praise a beautiful girl?"

Kallen huffed and twisted her head aside. "Y-you're paying me to be here, so s-save the dirty talk."

"Is that why you're stammering?" Weiss teased, her voice knowing.

"I'm – that's because you're a pervert," Kallen huffed.

That made Weiss laugh. She chuckled as she bore her hips down and filled Kallen up with over two-thirds of her dick, but not much more than that – she did not want to strain her. She got as deep inside as she could, and she adjusted herself to press and squish against the inner walls of her cunt. She pushed at the soft, pink lining of it, and she sent that tunnel stretching and fluttering about her girth. She eased her way into it, and she held herself down with passion.

"Ah," Weiss sighed. "What a wonderful woman..."

Her hips rolled, stirring up that pink pussy around her cock. She eased forward, grinding the vascular length of her dick across that fluttering expanse. She shoved her out gently, and she filled her up with gentle gyrations. She worked that hot snatch out around her, gently squelching at her juices, and made Kallen hiss. The redhead squeezed her eyes down and clenched her jaw, half in reluctance, half in involuntary satisfaction.

"Are you gonna move?" Kallen almost spat, and Weiss could not help but grin at her Tsundere attitude.

"Oh, I'm going to move, baby girl," Weiss purred. She reached up with one hand to cup Kallen's cheek, though she was the shorter of the two. "I know how to handle a beautiful lady."

"Oh, God," Kallen groaned, "So cheesy."

But she was made to groan for a very different reason when Weiss started to really move her hips. She pulled back easily, her cock sliding out, still moving at that tender pace. She did not want to strain her, but she did want to fuck her – so those two things blended together nicely. She shifted herself backward and drew her cock out, and then adjusted herself. She pulled backward, and she eased her dick out fairly far.

She smoothly pushed right back down. She slipped into that hot, tight expanse, and she peeled it out around her with intimate ease. She ground her cock along the length of Kallen's soft cunt, piercing that redhead full and stuffing her up with meat – but not roughly, just smoothly She eased her way down into her glistening core, peeling apart the soft think of her pussy and filling it with nothing but Shcnee cockmeat. Even Kallen, reluctant as she wanted to be, could feel that much.

"O-oh," Kallen huffed, "S-shit. That's – fuck, you're big..."

Weiss grinned. "Like that, Kallen? Like how my cock feels?"

Kallen merely grinned at her and gave her stink-eye, but that was fine – that was more than fine. Weiss could see on her face how much she was feeling it, and the redhead was not as good at lying about it as she wanted to pretend. She was a victim to Weiss's dick just as much as all the other girls she had fucked, and was learning in a much more palpable, physical way about just how intense it could be. Her dick was huge, and it filled up her walls to degrees that left her sighing.

Kallen shifted there on the bed, fidgeting left and right, as her cunt was impaled with thick dickmeat. Weiss eased it into her, then pulled back, sliding across that hot and tight pussy with intimate ease. She stretched her out as she slowly eased her way through her pussy, grinding along that fluttering expanse of pink to really enjoy it. Every movement brought her some measure of pleasure, and each adjustment of the hips brought her some level of satisfaction.

"How is that for you baby?" Weiss purred.

"Stop calling me baby," Kallen almost whined. "A-and it's not bad. I've had better. But just – f-fuck - "

Weiss smirked. She thrust in and out, her hips arching, her back curling, as she drove herself down into that tight cunt.. She worked it out around her with each deep inward push, and she peeled the length of her pussy apart. Kallen's spread legs made it easy for her to fuck, and that was what she did with each stroke and push. She got deeper with each repetition, moved a bit harder with each thrust, getting into a good rhythm of sex.

Kallen grimaced and groaned in equal measure, her reluctance flickering across her face just as much as the pleasure. She was lost to it, struggling to comprehend one over the other, and that made it both exciting and lewd. Weiss loved seeing that sort of thing; liked seeing a woman come undone at the hands of her dick. That huge shaft peeled her apart and stretched her out with each casual movement, then tugged back to do it again – and again, and again.

"I – fuck,' Kallen groaned. "I can't just sit on my back, Weiss."

Weiss raised an eyebrow. She chuckled and shook her white head of hair as she fucked, her hips still pushing down. She watched Kallen fidget more and more, her legs twitching and scrambling at the sheets behind them, her fingers pulling awkwardly. Each time her torso moved, her tits bounced in the most appetizing of ways – good enough to dig into, honestly. The girl looked like a hot mess, and it was great.

"I'm older than you, I should be on top," Kallen huffed, and then, abruptly, started to sit up. "Let me ride your dick, at least -"

"Not at all," Weiss responded. As Kallen got herself up into an awkward sitting position – or tried, at least – Weiss grabbed her by the tits and shoved her straight back down. The redhead yelped, but it was apparently too hard for her to move when jammed up with over eight inches of rock-solid girl-meat. "I'm the one taking care of you, Kallen."

She grabbed her legs a moment later and spread them out wide, then folded them alongside her waist. Kallen yelped as Weiss pulled herself inward, getting closer to her body. It was not quite a mating press, but it was close enough – and that made the girl go as red as her hair. Her huffing, though, sounded as cute as her moaning, and that was all that Weiss cared about.

"Just because I'm younger," she husked, "I can still make you feel good, Kallen, baby."

Weiss kept on thrusting, but her pace picked up. Even then, she was moving a bit faster and a bit harder, her cock thrusting down into those hot and tight insides with more force. She drove that thick haft down into those squeezing depths, stretching them out around her girth with more power. She applied it easily and readily, and she sent herself swinging forward with honest strength. Through it all, Kallen was made to squeak even more, clearly not up to the task of handling it.

She made a gentle whining noise as the cock thrust down into the tightness of her insides, crunching along the length of her fluttering pussy and filling it up with Schnee fuckmeat. Inches and inches of it pushed down to almost split her open, and in the wake of that, Kallen really could not last. She huffed and groaned more and more, each sound slight and gentle, but growing in intensity – just as Weiss's tempo was. The pace picked up and intensified, making for a thoroughly lewd situation.

"So let me make you moan," Weiss husked, "And let me make you mine."

"F-fuck," Kallen groaned. "Why the fuck is your dick so big? Fuck. Fuck!"

She whined and fidgeted there, her tits bouncing and shuddering, as Weiss laid into her. The speed of her hips kept on growing and continued to build up as she swung forward, driving her cock into Kallen like a spear. She still was not outright plowing her brains out, but she was doing a much harder job than when she had started. That was more than enough to leave the redhead a gasping mess at her hands, which Weiss very much enjoyed seeing.

It was just hot, really, to see an older girl in a bunny costume getting her body railed by a younger stud. Those big tits quivered and wobbled around as the big dick drove down, filling up her cunt with rough applications of force; it only got harder by the moment, with each deep thrust really making Kallen whine. Her body fidgeted and quivered there beneath Weiss, and, still, her fingers tugged at the bed, making for a very hot sight.

"Fuck," Weiss breathed. "That's perfect..."

Kallen grunted. "Fuck, Weiss. Fucking hell, that cock – fucking – nnnngh -"

Weiss hummed as she laid into her. The touch of her pussy was just perfect, the squish of her inside absolutely luxurious. Weiss loved hot it felt, honestly, driving herself into that hot vice was a true pleasure, and fucking that woman was even more so. She was big-tittied and good-bodied and, best of all, a redhead. She liked redheads, honestly. They were damned hot, and reaming the brains out of yet another one was hitting her just right.

"That's it," Weiss groaned, "You're taking it so well, Kallen."

She got harder, too. Her cock drove into her like a spear, really impaling Kallen. With each harder, more resolute stroke, the redhead gasped out more and more. Her voice became louder and louder, the sounds so much more perverse, as she was hammered into. Weiss was building into a truly intense rhythm of bed-breaking sex, and as she did so, she pulled on the legs beneath her and pulled them up. She got Kallen into a mating press as best as she could, and all for one reason:

She wanted to mate with her. She did not know why she felt it so strongly, but she had to claim and conquer that redhead for her own. She did not know why it struck her so strongly, but she had to do it – so she pinned her down, legs and all, and slammed them forward. As Kallen started to squeal like all the other sluts, Weiss pounded her hips down in much harder strokes. Fiercely, she made to break the woman down, and nothing less than that.

"Fuck!" Kallen all but screamed. "A-ah! Fuck! Fuck!"

Weiss grunted. She did not think about words, but just about moving. She concentrated on the movements of her hips and the downward slams of her cock, driving it down with hard enthusiasm. She sent her dick crashing down, piercing Kallen full in mere seconds of action – no time at all, really, for her to send her dick hammering forward. She just pounded it into the depths of her silken snatch and battered against the entrance of her womb, hitting it with near-percussive force.

"Fuck!" Kallen gasped. "What the – you're – fuck!"

The redhead squealed and threw her head backward, throwing it into the cushions. There she moaned, her hands uselessly tugging at the bedsheets, as she was hammered into for dear life. Weiss's hips came crashing down, hammering against pelvis and thighs all together at the same time – sending the skin clapping and thudding remorselessly. It would likely go red in the morning, but it was not as if she cared. She just fucked hard and fast, using every last inch to fuck Kallen stupid.

From the way she was groaning and drooling, Weiss judged that she was doing a good job – but still she went at her, plowing her senselessly. She reamed her out, stretching her tight pussy and filling it with nothing but Schnee fuckmeat. Every inch of it plumbed through that sodden hearth, conquering it casually and effortlessly. Skin thudded on each go, and those long legs she'd pushed up started to flop around as comically as those bunny ears above.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Tits bounced even more, almost threatening to spill out of the tight bunny leotard. Weiss half wished they would, but seeing her cleavage wobble so violently was definitely a treat. Each thrust she made had them jiggling even more, and she was proud to draw them out as she crammed down into her soft cunt. She lodged her dick in deeply, and she pummeled her out with the size of her girth. Then, she pulled back, easy and lewd, and did it again – and again, and again, and yet again.

"Fuck!" Kallen wheezed. "So big! So good!"

Weiss's sheer experience, and the size of her dick, overwhelmed Kallen. In a good minute of her mating-press sex, the woman was a gasping, mewling mess, almost drooling at the hands of her dick. Weiss put her through her paces, and the redhead did not come out on top. She broke on the anvil of Weiss's fat dick, like so many others had. That was not a bad thing. Not,a t least, when Kallen started to cum around her cock, hitting an orgasmic high from the sheer plowing alone.

Maybe that, too, was because of whatever magic energy turned Wiess into a libido machine, but she did not care -she doubled down happily thrusting away. She pounded Kallen through her orgasm and brought her out moaning, mewling pleasure, and kept at it. Her cock throbbed more and more by the minute, but she kept at it. He didn't let the ache affect her for about another five minutes of nothing but rough sex, where she simply focused on turning Kallen into her own woman.

By the end, Weiss did not even tell her she was going to cum – just like Camilla before her, Weiss simply did not care. She slammed down hard, locked the babe into a mating press, and blew her load just like that. It made Kallen squeal, toss her head back some more, push her tits up into the air like mountain-peaks, and then whip her hands up in stress. It was all because of the hot, creamy loud that billowed out into her pussy, slamming it full in mere seconds.

There were no words between them, not yet – just hot, honest action. Weiss held herself down as her balls throbbed powerfully and her cock contracted with mechanical intensity, allowing her load to spill out. Gushes and strings of warmth plastered that pink pussy with its remorselessness, cramming the woman full of seed. It slammed against her cervix and gushed into her womb without a care, and it stuffed it all up with thickness.

Baby-batter quite literally flooded Kallen. There were no two ways about it. She was stuffed with seed, split open by that gooey-hot release. She was drowned in seed, and all that impregnating stuff would likely try to ravage her insides and make a Schnee baby in record time. Normally, Weiss would leave it at that, careless if she did anything or supposing that the girls were on birth control. Right then, she was all too happy to try and stuff a baby into the bunny-slut.

"Fuck," Weiss grunted. "Take my cum, and take my baby."

Kallen merely squealed. She moaned for the minute of orgasmic fury, and then shivered in the afterglow of a cunt-filling load. Weiss only eventually loosened up when she had no more left to give, and then slowly shuffled back and grunted hard. She raked her fingers through her hair as the pleasure washed over her, enjoying it just as much as she had the sex itself. That tired, sweaty afterglow where her dick was throbbing and her muscles were aching had become a pleasurable experience, after all.

"Weiss, Weiss," Kallen breathed, her voice a gasp. When Weiss looked down, she saw that exertion-slicked face, all messy and drooling. She was proud of it. "Weiss, why did you stop? Don't stop fucking me, please!"

"Oh, I'm not, baby," Weiss said fondly. "I'm going to fuck you all night long, Kallen..."

At least, that was the intention. It did not last very long at all, not when Weiss felt someone tapping on her shoulder, tearing her attention away from Kallen. That was certainly not something she expected very much, at all, in fact, and she turned away from one redhead to find another staring at her expectantly.

"Maki?" She asked.

Maki stood there, timidly tapping on her shoulder. She looked timid and confused and still more or less tuckered out, yet still held some measure of anticipation in her gaze. "Can I join in?"

"You want to…" Weiss started, then started to laugh. "How can I say no to an offer like that?"

"H-hey," Kallen began to whine, "What are you doing? H-hitting on your side piece when I'm right here?"

Weiss, though, rather happily tugged Maki onto the bed by her ass - using that plump curve as a handhold. The smaller of the two redheads whined happily as she was tugged along, and more than eagerly flopped down beside Kallen. A stranger she did not even know, yet seemed not to care about.

"Oh, don't worry," Weiss husked. "I have plenty left to give, and I'm going to plow both you of fucking senseless by the time morning comes."

After all, with two hot redhead bombshells in front of her, how could Weiss do anything but that?

Chapter 8: The Eighth Day - ???, Rupee, Raiden Ei

Summary:

In this chapter, we have Weiss fucking: ???? , Rupee from Nikke:Goddess of Victory, and Raiden Ei from Genshin!

Chapter Text

"Like, oh my God, Senpai, look at you squirm!" The voice said. It was so haunting, so cold and cruel, and yet somehow so amusingly girlish that it reminded her of Ruby Rose. "It's hilarious! You've felt these so many times, but you're still just a weak little piggy, hmmmmm….?"

Weiss frowned. What's – what's going on? I don't… understand…?

Nothing made sense. The world around her was so foggy, so distant, like nothing made sense. It was the real world, ostensibly, but it felt like a dream world. She felt like she was in a dream; that was the only way to describe the foggy feeling in her head, the strange nightmarish sense that filled her soul. She was filled with dread. She was scared. Or… something like it, she did not know. it was the same thing she felt when she woke up with a cold sweat in the middle of the night, she knew the sensation perfectly well.

But the feelings didn't make sense. She felt so good. Her cock was pulsating happily, throbbing at the touch of silky-smooth flesh around it. It felt amazing. It might have been the best damned thing she had ever felt in her damned life, honestly she was left sighing and whimpering for it, her fingers curling in on themselves. She didn't understand why it was so amazing, but she felt like she was burning up – and worse, she didn't want to be. something in her soul was telling her not to enjoy it, not to like it, to get up and throw the girl off –

"Senpai, you're throbbing sooooo much for me," the hauntingly girlish voice cooed. "And we only just started! Gosh, did ya miss my big, fat tits this much?"

Weiss was just staring at the ceiling, like a defeated corpse. She was so tired. So exhausted. She felt drained. She felt ten times worse than she did whenever she got stuck in an orgy with all of the girls at the same time. It was like she had been fucking for ten straight hours, pouring her heart and soul into the last of her abilities, until she had finally broken herself. She was still hard, her cock still painfully, gorgeously stiff, but it felt like it was the last dregs of her strength. If she came anymore, she was going to snap in half.

She knew it.

She tried to pull her head up, but she was so tired. Her eyes blinked, casting aside a strange film of fog. The walls of the room were familiar to her, but everything had a strange, textureless quality to it, like an oil painting. She was not sure if it was because she was in a dream, or if she was just that tired and couldn't tell – or if there was some strange, other thing going on, something malicious and deadly. She tried to ignore it, shake her fuzzy, dazed thoughts away, and look up.

"Don't give in too quickly now, Senpai!" A preppy, cute, adorable, and deadly voice chirped. "I don't want the game to end too early!"

Weiss groaned as she looked up. She knew she was laying flat on the bed; that was obvious. What wasn't obvious was the pair of absolutely huge, fat tits around her cock; it explained the gorgeous sensation around her, but not why they were there at all. Two massive, meaty mounds of sun-kissed flesh, the white of cream tanned by hours in the sun. They were huge. Bigger than anyone she'd seen so far, maybe, only perhaps barring Raikou – some of the biggest boobs on the beach, easy.

Those fat, plump tits were currently bouncing up and down her cock, stroking it and rubbing it as if nothing else mattered. Weiss's colossal shaft of meat was captured by those fat, heavy mounds, and was positively being milked in ways too luxurious to calculate. All that soft, doughy flesh compressed down with a perfect grip, and it moulded to her in ways that left her dumb. Feeling all of that titty squished against her was so amazing her brain simply couldn't process it, and her body did not stop burning with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," Weiss groaned out. "Oh, fuck…"

It was so good. She whimpered as those big, fat, fluffy titties moved against her cock, rolling along those hard inches of meat. It was the best thing she'd ever felt in her life… maybe. It almost felt better than pussy. It was hard to say, but they were so silky and so smooth that it was as if they were meant for her dick. Even as far as a dream went, they were almost too perfect, as if they had been refined to be the perfect pleasure-toys for her cock alone. It was incredible, and she felt herself moaning for it.

Tits bounced up and down, easily carried on by small schoolgirl hands. They bounced those fat, heavy swells up and down, rolling along her girth in gorgeous swells of sun-kissed flesh. Weiss stared at the bouncing, dark tittymeat with unconscious pleasure, but somehow only felt dread at the sight. Seeing her white cock standing up tall and proud from that meaty cleavage only inspired fear, as if she was doing something very, very dangerous – but she didn't know what.

"W-what…?" Weiss voiced. "I don't… what?"

Another giggling laugh, another sinful, depraved slew of words. "I love that look, Senpai. It's so hopelessly adorable. A girl could feast on that for a thousand years and never get bored…"

Weiss looked past, and above, those tits. There was a face: round, almost Mitstral in fashion, with almond-shaped eyes. It was not a beautiful face, but an adorable face. It was more like Ruby than Yang, but still very pretty to look at. Adorable. Addictive. Those eyes were bright and wide just like Ruby, but they were the colour of stark, keen amethyst – an almost glowing, sadistic purple. It was hauntingly gorgeous, and it concerned Weiss to no end.

Past that was a mane of purple hair that was more like a pale lilac, or a purple Sakura. It was gorgeous, to be sure. Absolutely beautiful, and frighteningly long, so much so that it trailed down along the bed. Weiss had never seen hair like that. She'd never seen eyes like that. Hell, she'd never seen that girl in her life, which was concerning to her; dreams were either of things the brain processed during the day, or they were fantasies of the imagination.

Weiss had never imagined a big-titty, sun-kissed purple-haired girl in her life. It made no sense to her. Maybe, she often fantastized about Ruby with the body of Yang, or her friends in various lewd situations, but never that. She'd never seen that person in her life, and it concerned her. it was just a dream, she knew that, but seeing it did not inspire confidence. The worst part was, she felt like she should know. the name was almost on the tip of her tongue, in fact.

"Who… are you?" Weiss groaned out, despite the fact that it was a dream. It was a dream, right? "I…"

"Awww, you forgot me already?" The purple-haired girl grinned like the devil herself. "Forgetting your cute kouhai… What kind of woman are you?"

"I don't…" Kouhai; underclassman. Weiss did not have any of those. "Who? What? I… a-ah…"

Those gorgeous tits stroked her cock, rhythmically bouncing up and down her fat shaft of meat. It was beautiful. It was gorgeous it made her mind go blank and her head go dizzy. She groaned at the feeling of all that soft, silky flesh rolling along her shaft, stroking it off with the most perfect sensations in the entire world. Each second brought her glee, making her dick throb with delight. It was just such a perfect embrace of flesh, and she could not try and pull herself away from it no matter what she tried.

"It's okay, Senpai," the girl cooed. "I know you're just a needy little manwhore. Don't worry your little head about it! Just let me pleasure you for the rest of your days…"

Weiss groaned. Something was so wrong, so off, she knew that. The dream was heavenly, the most perfect thing in the world, but it felt like a nightmare. It was so wrong, but she couldn't help but moan as the girl brought her tits up and down, bouncing them so beautifully. Just seeing all that brown, sun-warmed flesh bounce up and down was a sin, and the feelings they gave her were so amazing she couldn't even consider anything else.

"F-fuck," Weiss moaned. "W-why are you doing this?"

The girl laughed. "You already can't remember? Awwww! I thought you were going to last longer this time…" The girl squeezed not the slopes of her tits, compressing Weiss's cock between them. She gasped, felt her soul come loose, and moaned; the girl grinned like a shark, easily squishing down on doughy breastflesh. "…Looks like I went too hard. Oops! Another loss!"

Weiss looked around the room, then. She noticed the fact that the room was literally, absolutely stuffed with condoms. Spent wrappers made piles along the floor, and used rubbers, each one filled with baby-making loads of cum, were tied up and scattered around. There had to be a few dozen in there, if not much, much more. There were two empty extra-large boxes; the idea that Weiss had possibly run through that many was insane.

No one could do that without breaking themselves. If she had...

"What the fuck is going on?" She wheezed. She was so tired, but it felt so good. It felt so real. It was a dream, right? That was what she kept on telling herself, but it felt so damned real. It was like real life; she'd never had a dream so visceral before. She couldn't understand it, but each movement the girl made was the purest of pleasure for her cock. She groaned, her mind dumb, and felt something in her slipping away each time.

"Shhhh," the girl – Purple, Weiss's mind called her, desperate for some sort of sense – "Just let your cute little kouhai handle this greedy cock, okay? Stop thinking. Stop resisting. You've already lost, so let me take you away…"

"W-wha -?" Weiss stammered, desperate for answers – but she got none. She got nothing, because Purple dropped down to take her cock into her mouth. Just like that. While her tits still bounced on that massive truncheon of meat, a cock so big it was like a damned arm, she wrapped her lips around the head and suckled. Weiss moaned harder than ever, her eyes fluttering in near-orgasmic glee, at the sinful feeling of it.

Tits thudded against her pelvis, landing there like pillows, or water balloons; big, heavy, and perfect. In some part of her mind, she remembered someone – Purple herself? – telling her how big her tits were, how perfect they were for milk. She remembered, as if someone had whispered it into her ear, that Purple would promise to let her kids suck milk out of her tits, if she could only knock her up. Weiss had tried to knock Purple up. Probably. Right?

She couldn't think. Weiss did not know what was going on, but she didn't have to – not as Purple went down on her cock, slurping it up into the indulgent, wet heat of her mouth. She slurped up that hard and heavy meat, descending with lustful glee, and slurped it up. The upper inches were captured by her sinful lips, so big and soft and plump it was as if they had been designed for sucking cock. The touch of it was amazing, and Weiss felt herself groaning even more for it. Her dick definitely loved it, no matter how lewd and insane it all was.

"F-fuck," Weiss whimpered. "S-so good…!"

Purple's head dropped. She slurped up her hard dick, mouth wrapped smoothly around it, and bathed the upper inches in heat. She slurped over it, washing it with saliva, a bubbling of drool that was so sloppy, and yet so pleasurable. Her tits moved in tandem, their fleshy flanks compressing and moudling to the shape of her. Those heavenly pillars of flesh roiled about her shaft, stroking her almost perfectly at the dictation of Purple's hands.

Weiss tried to flit her torso even more. She realized, then, that she was naked, with her low c-cups bouncing, her fine, fit stomach flexing. She realized, just a second later, that she was covered in seat and lipstick. She was matted in dried sweat, as if she'd been at it for days at a time; she was lined with lipstick marks, some fresh, others very old, as if Purple had been planting kisses over every square inch of her body. She looked like a sloppy, slutty mess.

She had no idea what was going on, and she got no answers. It was the craziest dream she'd ever had – and it felt the best, too. That mouth was so damned real, but that didn't stop it from feeling like some nightmare. She groaned, her breath light, as Purple suckled on her cock and sent her tits sliding up stroking the hardness of her shaft with their immeasurable softness. They were even better than Yang's amazing tits, which were already five-star, luxury goods.

Purrple's tits were the finest things that money could ever buy, Weiss knew that. She would be hard-pressed to ever find something better in her life, and her cock more than certainly understood that. Her mouth, too, was amazing. It rolled along her cock, engulfing inches of girth that were exposed by her cleavage – which was not much, but that didn't matter. Ven three inches being suckled on like a lollipop was incredible, and Weiss moaned for the feeling of it. It was honestly so good, so satisfying, that she couldn't believe it.

"Fuck," she groaned out. "This is… crazy…"

Purple looked up at her. She winked. She did not stop. Her lips remained tight as she slurped on Weiss's cock, making the sore, white flesh roil with heat. She then rolled her head and drew up the meaty mountain of flesh, drawing up to a mushroom-like head. She slurped her way up that powerful shaft, all while effortlessly bouncing her tits. They wobbled about her girth, shaking like balloons, so big and so fleshy that even the smallest of sensations had them quivering around.

Purple slurped at the head, drawing against it roughly. It was just so sloppy, so gorgeous, and it left Weiss groaning. Purple's plump cocksuckers surrounded the head of her dick just right, and they rolled against it with slick, wet ease. Her head bobbed down, gurgling onto that heavy shaft, while her even bigger and heavier tits bounced up along her cock. All that tanned, sun-kissed flesh was caressed by small, eighteen-year-old hands, schoolgirl hands that seemed barely capable of handling it all.

She hefted her tits up and down, drawing them across the cock. Her fingers created ravines in all that doughy flesh, easily propping them up. She bounced her chest along that thick slab of dickmeat, drawing along with the most amazing skill in the world, all while dropping her head with lusty, greedy intensity. She slurped at it like a shameless hoe, her mouth moving without hesitation. She simply slurped on it, sending illicit thrills through Weiss's entire tired body.

"That's so good," Weiss groaned out lewdly. "S-shit… Shit… "

A head of purple hair bobbed up and down as the nameless strange blew her cock, slurping away at the thick meat of it with lust. Her mouth felt so damned familiar to Weiss, like some old, long-lost friend. It was strange, and it left her moaning. All of it did, really. Feeling Purple press the slopes of her tits against her cock, mashing them down, was just amazing - and feeling it all rub and slide against her was just perfect. Too perfect, maybe, and it made her heart pound in her chest.

"So good, " she groaned drunkenly. She gasped and sighed as Purple shamelessly blew her cock, washing it over in saliva. The stuff bubbled up from the corners of her wide-stretched lips, washing down from there in long, wet strings. It soaked into the white meat of her sore cock, lubing it up even more than ever. All that slickness was massaged by two heavy mounds of bouncing flesh, each one perfectly soft to the touch, caressing her at an endless pace.

Fluffy tits bounced up and down, bobbing along her cock. They collected some of that drooling saliva, becoming shinier by the second. Most of Purple's drool washed between her tits, coating her cleavage in sloppy heat. Weiss moaned at the touch of it, her mind swallowing up the pleasure. It was so good. She didn't know why it was so good. The girl ahead of her was addictive; it was almost like a Semblance, a power, an ability.

But this is a dream, right?

Fluffy, saliva-stained tits rose and fell along her cock, easily bobbing across that powerful girth. As Weiss watched them bounce, she also watched Purple slurp up her cock and bob her head on it. She slurped and suckled on that rock-hard shaft, swallowing it up over and over again - positively stuffing her mouth with it. Purple's tongue lapped at it within that hot, slick cavern, and her breath came out in moans, as if tasting Weiss was the best thing in the world. She kept on doing it, even while drooling around her.

All that drool collected in her tits, staining her cleavage, making everything a warm, damp, swampy pocket of lewdness. Weiss could hear saliva squelching and churning with each titty-bounce, and she felt the liquid bubbling against her. It was like fucking a girl's lotioned-up tits, and it was insane. It was so good. The combination of sensations, that insanely sloppy head and messy titfucking, was just incredible.

"Fuck," Weiss swore. "I - fuck… "

She couldn't hold out. Her cock engorged, swelled, and throbbed intensely. The stranger kept on bouncing her tits up and down, drawing them along that fat, heavy shaft of flesh; those heavenly, perfect mounds wobbled, the flesh jiggling like damned pillows, every movement so soft and fluffy that it was insane. Saliva bubbled up between her plump, deep cleavage, acting as lube for Weiss's throbbing slab of meat.

Purple's mouth kept on applying lube, drooling around her with each messy bob. It was so sloppy, so lurid, like a drunken slut - no, worse, Weiss had tasted drunk slut before. That was insane. It was something else, next level, and it left her groaning. More, and more, and more, an insane combination that plucked at her damned soul. It was like something inside of her was coming loose, and she couldn't hold out -

Weiss came. She could not hold back. Her cock exploded, and that was that. The thick slab of meat swelled, pulsated, and sent out a load of cum right out of her balls, straight into Purple's slobbering mouth. The girl didn't even gasp. She didn't even stop. She just kept on blowing Weiss's dick, eagerly eating up every gooey string of cum that shot out. She slurped it up like some cum-guzzling slut, never stopping for a single second.

Weiss came hard. Honestly, it might have been the strongest orgasm of her life - she honestly did not know. It felt like her entire soul was being slurped out, and it did not matter. She came hard. She came all up into Purple's mouth, drowning it in spunk - and as fast as it came, Purple drank it down. Weiss could hear her gulping down her baby-batter in between each sloppy, messy glurk and squelch and slurp of enthusiastic blowjob action.

But Purple did not bother to keep it all down. As Weiss emptied her balls and felt her sore muscles clench desperately, the girl pulled off her cock with an obscene slurp - but kept on bouncing her tits up and down. Cum continued to pour out from Weiss's sore dick, and it started to slather that sun-kissed cleavage in gorgeous rolls of white. It rushed down in thick gouts, almost like a river that didn't end, just painting the stranger's tits.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww!" The stranger cooed with venomous delight. "You came again, Senpai! Gosh, and here I thought that this time you'd manage to outlast me!"

Weiss groaned. She felt exhausted. She felt drained. She felt so good, but it was too real for a dream. She didn't get it, but there Purple was, stroking her cock with those fluffy, doughy tits, milking her of yet more gooey cum - just drawing it out and happily enjoying it. Her eyes were almost glowing with mocking mirth, her lips curled into a sadistic, pleased smile, all very menacing.

"Look at that fat, gooey load," the stranger chuckled pleasantly. "You let out so much again! It's crazy how much you want me, Weiss…"

Weiss whimpered when Purple squeezed down on the sides of her tits. "I… what… do you want? "

"Nothing," the stranger laughed at her. "Nothing but you and this big, fat cock, after all."

"I…" Weiss groaned, her mind swirling with overstimulation. She was going to pass out. She was… she was…

"Buuuuuut it looks like you can't go anymore this time around," the stranger chirped. "I guess you broke and lost again, huh? But don't worry, Senpai!" The girl licked her lips and grinned like a shark. "There's always next time! Or next time! Or the time after that! Really, as many times as you need!"

Weiss frowned. She felt herself being pulled down into unconsciousness, but still, she had to ask: "What? Next time for… what?"

"Next time you enjoy spring break, duh!" The girl laughed, as if it was obvious. "Who said spring vacation had to end, right?"

Purple's haunting schoolgirl giggled followed her all the way into unconsciousness.

Weiss gasped. She flung herself up from the bed in a cold sweat, her body almost clammy. She panted hard, her pupils blown wide. Her mind still roiled with the latent sensation from her dream - no, she concluded, not a dream. A nightmare. She still felt the after throes of her nightmare, and she did not like the way her heart thumped one bit. Yet, she was not as tired as she had been in her dream, not as spent, and still very much coherent.

She swallowed hard to get rid of the taste of cottonmouth. Her tongue almost stuck to the roof of her throat, even so. She brought herself upright and shook her head. She pressed one hand against her face, almost burying it in her palm, and groaned.

Just what the hell was that? She thought. Absolutely… crazy…

She shook her head. White hair cascaded down her shoulder in a rush. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was - but she was still in her normal, average bedroom. A redhead was beside her - Kallen, she remembered, her name is Kallen. Still asleep and entirely naked, the busty waitress from last night rested on her side, tits sloping together wonderfully.

Just a dream, Weiss told herself. She moved her mouth again to try and get the taste out, but it did not leave. She looked around for something to drink, but she had been too busy last night to get water for her bedside table. …unfortunate…

She pulled herself up into a sitting pose. She finally became aware of the sound of someone on the other room, in the adjacent shower; she could hear her humming and blow-drying her hair. Frowning, it took Weiss a shamefully long time to remember what she had done last night, and who she had done it with.

This dream took more out of me than I expected, she thought glumly.

She heard the blow dryer go silent. Not even a moment later, Maki Nishikino stepped out of the shower area and out into Weiss's room. Her red hair was freshly dried and her body freshly showered, given how the girl sparkled in the light. She was once again dressed in a casual beach outfit: Jean shorts and a crop top over her pink bikini, very chic.

"Oh, hey," Maki said softly. "You're up."

"Yes." Weiss felt awkward for a moment, though she knew that was surely just her dream doing that to her. "You're going?"

"Oh, yeah." Maki began to twirl a lock of hair around her finger. "I didn't want to wake you or anything, but yeah, as much as I wanna stay I don't want to worry my friends too much."

Weiss almost wanted to comment that she wanted her to stay, but that was just her redhead addiction speaking. "That sounds very sensible. They'll be wondering what happened if you stay around here."

"Yeah," Maki agreed. "Basically."

Weiss felt tired, in a strange way. Normally, she would be up for a morning quickie, but right then, her dream-slash-nightmare was stuck in her head. She did not know where the dream had come from at all, and her curiosity got the better of her.

"Hey, uh, strange question," Weiss said slowly, "but did you… by chance… see a girl with purple hair around here? Last night, or something? Or did I mention one…?"

Suddenly, Maki puffed out her cheek, narrowed her eyes, and crossed her arms under her perky chest. "Weiss…"

Weiss blinked.

Maki pouted. "You're thinking of another girl already? You just spent the night with me and - uhm - the other redhead." She idly pointed at Kallen. "Her! Seriously?"

"No, no, I'm not thinking about anyone else, I apologize," Weiss quickly apologized. "I simply had a strange dream, that's all. I thought - no, no matter, I am sorry to have brought it up."

Maki remained dubious, but did not press the issue further. "You're lucky I'm your girlfriend, Weiss. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so forgiving."

Weiss flinched and clicked her tongue awkwardly. Oh… right…

She bit her lip and sighed with resignation. "Maki, look, I… there's something I need to tell you."

Maki stopped walking over to her bag. "You sound wiped right now, Weiss."

Weiss felt really weird right then. "You might want to sit down for this."

Maki crossed her arms again and looked down at her. "What's wrong?"

Weiss didn't back up. She knew right from wrong, and she was not so callous as to leave a wrong in the wrong. "I want to be upfront, and I don't want to be rude. There were some misconceptions during our time together, and I was too enamored and distracted to be entirely upfront about my situation."

Maki blinked, then frowned. "Uh. Okay?"

Weiss tried to fluff out her hair to distract herself. "I mean romantically. I mean - okay, see, I have a girlfriend back home, Maki."

Maki stiffened up. "Huh?"

"I have a girlfriend back home whom I adore," Weiss explained, but tried not to show her internal angst. "And I didn't tell you that before, but we're serious."

Maki shifted. She looked disappointed, in a word. It made Weiss feel bad, but she was still set on her words - she liked Ruby, a lot. She just… also really liked redheads. And sex. And girls. Honestly, she liked a lot of things she shouldn't be indulging in, but she had to draw a line at the girlfriend talk, at least.

"Oh," said Maki. She frowned. She bit her lip. She looked down. I guess it makes sense that you'd be taken."

Weiss rolled her shoulders. "Yes, well…"

"But she's not here, right?"

"Hm?" Weiss looked back up. "Well, no. She's not."

"So?" Maki cocked her head and rolled red hair around her finger. "She's not here, and there's like, another week of break left. Right now, we're both going different places, like, we're going back home, unless we elope or something."

Weiss cracked a smile.

"So we could still date while we're here, right?" Maki suggested. She sounded hopeful, and that was hot. "Be girlfriends, then see what happens with your other one. I mean. I'm not that greedy. I can't satisfy you myself."

Weiss flushed, if a bit. "I, uhm…"

That wasn't how she expected it to go.

"How does that sound?" Maki asked. Again, she sounded rather hopeful about it. "I think it'd be nice. Good."

Weiss nibbled on her lower lip. On the one hand, she should not lead a girl on past just sex. On the other, dating Maki sounded really fun, and sex was great. Having a redhead hanging off her arm in a girlfriend capacity would be incredibly entertaining, and that would go nicely with the other girls and redheads she had in her bed. And, ultimately, at the end of the day, Weiss was nowhere near as strong-willed as her sister was with this sort of thing.

"That sounds… pretty good," Weiss said, even though it was probably not the right thing to say.

"Perfect." Maki smiled, suddenly bright. She walked over to Weiss, and finally, for the first time so far, she felt her dick throb. "Sounds like a plan."

She leaned in and pressed a kiss against her lips. It was soft and tender and mostly brief, since Maki had intended on just leaving. It left Weiss wanting more, and -

"Awwww, look at that," said the familiar voice of Yang Xiao Long. "Adorable. Really. Tears in my eyes."

Weiss flinched backward. "Yang!"

"Huh?" Maki spun around - and then flinched before cooling herself. "O-oh. You're the roommate."

Yang stood there, leaning against the wall, a cup of coffee in her hand. She looked smug as all hell, her eyes bright and keen, a grin on her lips. She was dressed in her usual shorts-and-bikini combo, making her look just as gorgeous as she was cocky. It was hard not to be intimidated by someone that big, tall, busty, and built, especially when they were her girlfriend's fucking sister.

"Ah," said Weiss.

"And you're the cute redhead tail my friend brought in," Yang chuckled warmly, then scanned her eyes over the somehow still sleeping Kallen. "One of two, apparently."

"Yes," Maki said almost defiantly, her chin cocked up. "She means a lot to me."

Yang stared at her. She smirked at her. She drank her coffee, and without looking away from Maki, talked right to Weiss. "I love that you've got such a type, Weiss. It's hilarious."

Weiss blushed. "Yang, this isn't a moment for… that…"

"Your weakness for redheads is legendary," Yang chortled. She kept on staring at Maki, clearly unnerving her. The girl shifted, adjusted her bag around her shoulder, and forced her to clear her throat and avert her gaze.

"I'll see you later, Weiss," Maki said quietly. "We'll celebrate afterward."

Weiss smiled at her and ignored Yang. "See you later, Maki."

Maki left smoothly and elegantly, leaving the two of them behind. Yang chuckled the entire time, while Weiss just sort of sighed and rubbed her temples.

"You didn't have to scare her," Weiss protested very suddenly.

"I was not scaring her," Yang answered in a proud little scoff. "I was just checking her out."

Weiss shook her head, once again tired. She didn't know what to think about how Yang was acting - how she always acted about that sort of thing. "...Why aren't you angry, or something? If you heard all that…"

Yang smirked. She shook her head, put her empty cup down, and stretched her built arms above her head. "Weiss, it's not about being mad and shit. I know you love redheaded girls, and I know you've got a dick that practically feeds on babes."

Weiss put on her coldest, most deadpan expression. "Don't say that ever again."

Yang laughed boisterously. "Weissicle, babe, listen. It's whatever! I already told you that Ruby won't mind, yeah?"

"But…" Weiss shrugged helplessly, not understanding in the least. "How can you say that? I just offered to date someone else…"

"Just tell Ruby," Yang said flippantly, as if it honestly didn't matter. "Besides, go for it! They're hot as fuck, dude. That redhead on your babe - ah, man, I'd tap that, too."

Weiss flushed. She ducked her head and brushed white hair behind her ear, suddenly half-nervous. "You're… my girlfriend's sister. If you want dibs, I can't rightfully say no…"

More laughing. "See! You're a good chick, Weiss. So… like I said, Ruby doesn't mind sharing. I sure as fuck don't." She winked, then, and started to walk back over to the other side of the shared hotel rooms. "Get washed up and stuff, I wanna go out and party already. It's late."

"Late?" Weiss frowned after her. "What time is it?"

"Uhm… near eleven?"

"Oh. Wow." Weiss frowned. That was late for her on Spring Break. "Yeah, uh. You're right. I'll be as fast as I can, and we'll go together."

"Good - I need my wingman." Yang flipped her hair over her shoulder rather majestically. "And like I said, don't worry about it. Just tell Rubes, and don't forget to mention that these girls are hot as fuck. "

Weiss watched Yang leave with a confused, unknowing look. She wasn't sure what to make of it all. She felt awkward and weird and pained about it, but Yang kept on giving her permission, saying it was all okay. It almost felt okay. She wanted it to be okay. She didn't want any weight on her shoulders, and if she could date a bunch of girls on spring break, or at least bang them without feeling guilty, she would be pretty happy with herself. And maybe… Ruby would be, too.

Maki wasn't exactly wrong, Weiss thought. We're here on Spring Break, and it's not likely that I'm going to be dragging all these girls home, right? So what's the problem with having a bunch of fun?

Weiss rather liked how all that sounded, actually.

Partying on Spring Break really went the same as always. Weiss probably drank too much, danced too much, flirted with too many girls, the works. The bars that she and Yang haunted were familiar to them by now, each one very recognizable - as was Weiss herself. She had way too many people looking over at her and coming up to flirt, as if they'd heard her reputation before. It was almost kind of crazy, in a way.

She liked it, though. It was almost hard to feel guilty about all that cheating when Yang was so approving, sometimes even sending girls over to meet her or introducing them as if it was her job to be her wingman. They had evolved past that point, though. Weiss no longer needed a 'wing man' to get laid, and, in fact, it seemed more like Yang needed help to find herself someone to warm her bed with.

Weiss chatted with a pretty brunette girl with too many tattoos and gorgeous honey-brown eyes. She talked her up, trying to work her way into her pants, careful and steady. The girls on Spring Break were just so loose - but she herself was equally guilty. Weiss was loose as fuck. If a girl wanted to bang, they just had to go to her, flutter her lashes, and her pants would be down in seconds. It was a horrible look for a Schnee, but she damned excelled.

"You've gotta tell me your routine," the girl cooed over Weiss. "You're like, the prettiest chick? With a dick? That I've ever seen?"

"Uh… thanks!" Weiss had no clue how to respond to that. "I sure will. All my products are in my shower; you can just come over, and I'll show you."

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely."

That was how Weiss found herself with her scroll out, punching the girl's phone number into it. She got herself another girl's number all too easily, and added it to a list called 'booty call babes' that Yang had made - a list that was a few dozen names long. She added the girl to it, hopeful that she would find her way between her legs at some point in the future, and offered her a charming, award-winning Heiress smile.

"Thanks," said Weiss. "You've got gorgeous eyes, by the way."

That was when her phone pinged. It distracted her for a moment. She glanced down, brief and flitting, then found her heart skip a beat out of pure eagerness when it read D.Va 3

Huh, she thought. That's a nice change of pace.

"Awww, thanks," the girl with honey eyes said. "I really like yours, too. And that scar is kinda, like. Badass?"

Weiss grinned. For once, her scar was really coming in handy making girls interested in her. "Thanks."

Her phone buzzed again, taking her attention. She looked back up, almost apologetic, and said, "Hey, sorry, my friend is blowing up my Scroll - she probably locked herself out of her room. Talk to you later?"

"You've got my number!" The girl said cheerfully, not at all suspicious that Weiss was lying.

Weiss turned around and walked away. She thumbed through her Scroll, turning it on and pulling up D.Va's contact.

D.Va 3 : Hey Weiss, you free?

D.Va 3 : need ur hlp w/ smth

D.Va 3 : ur my only hope

Weiss chuckled. Her fingers flicked along her screen, tapping out a quick response.

Weiss: only messaging me when you need favours? For shame.

The response was quite literally insant.

D.Va 3 : as much as I miss you and that big cock

D.Va 3 : I actly need hlp

D.Va 3 : got a live stream tdy

D.Va 3 : me and a friend

D.Va 3 : need sm1 to hlp with the cam

D.Va 3 : and othr stuff

Weiss blinked at the rush of information. The first sentence was hot as fuck; the rest just made her concerned.

Weiss: Help? With cameras and stuff?

D.Va 3 : just like

D.Va 3 : gettin a good view

D.Va 3 : also other stuff

Weiss scrunched up her nose.

Weiss do I get to know what this 'other stuff' is?

D.Va 3 : secret :)

D.Va 3 : but ull lve it

D.Va 3 : promise

Weiss smirked.

Weiss: promise?

D.Va 3 : ye!!!!

Weiss: And if I don't love it?

D.Va 3 : you will

Weiss chuckled warmly.

Weiss: Where are you? Your villa?

D.Va 3 : ya

D.Va 3 : be here asap!!!1!!

Weiss: On my way now.

Weiss flicked her eyebrow up. Smirking, she quickly tapped open Yang's contact, threw together a quick message to explain her absence, and then -

Her phone buzzed instantly with two incoming messages.

Yang Xiao Long :D : lol go get it

Yang Xiao Long :D : slayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Then, a second later,

D.Va 3 : can't wait babe!!!!!

D.Va 3 : get that fat dick here now!!!

Weiss rolled her eyes.

Weiss: You'll get it soon enough, she typed back to Yang. Be patient, baby girl.

Weiss blinked. Wait. Shit. Wrong girl!

Yang Xiao Long :D : ohhhhhhhhhhhhh spicy Weiss !~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Weiss: WRONG CONTACT MB

Yang Xiao Long :D : I'll be ur bby girl~~~~~~~~~~

Weiss: STOP.

To ignore the incoming slew of 'little typing dots', Weiss turned off her phone, grumbled, shoved it into her pocket, and began to stomp over to D.Va's villa.

Weiss stood at the door of D.Va's villa, stunned out of her fucking mind.

It was not D.Va that answered the door. There was no slim, slender babe from a mythological place called 'South Korea' - wherever the fuck in Remnant that was - in front of her. No, in front of her was a girl of middling height and absolutely mountainous curvature. It was a girl with hips like a goddess, thighs like the softness of pillows, and tits that were so big they put literally everyone else Weiss had ever seen, bar, perhaps, Raikou, to fucking shame.

The girl was a platinum blonde, and no older than twenty at best. Her hair was perfectly sculpted, perfectly manicured, just as beautiful as Yang's, but all smooth and silky like one long waterfall. It appeared tucked up in a ponytail by a single black bow, but there was so much that it was almost hard to tell. It framed a gorgeous, model-like face, all round and smooth and pretty, with blue eyes that were almost lazy-looking.

Her body was gorgeous. Her neck was lined with a golden choker, and led down to a slim torso marked out with a highly fashionable blouse. Only, her blouse was parted all the way down over the slopes of her breasts, down to just about her ribcage. Her tits were prominently displayed, offering a giant view of cleavage that was downright perverse. They were massive, easily triple-D's, but very likely in the E-cup range. They were cupped by a simple leopard-print bra, and Weiss could easily see all the frilly, lazy ends of it cupping her breasts.

A single expensive necklace hung in her cleavage, and was half-lost in it. The girl had lots of jewelry on, in fact, with plenty of expensive bracelets dotting her forearms and even wrapped around her thigh, and it matched her glimmering piercings. She looked high maintenance, but Weiss did not give a fuck. She stared at tits the size of melons, then down from there, to a skirt that basically only hit the girl's upper thighs.

The yellow-and-black, schoolgirl-pleated fabric looked like spun gold, and it matched the hoodie tucked around the girl's waist. That was it, though. It was so short her ass had to be hanging out, and the merest of breezes showed glimpses of her leopard-print thong. Leopard print, like the most classical depiction of a stripper or a money-slut. The golden bangle around her thicc thigh, and her expensive heels, backed it up perfectly.

Her thighs are like cushions, Weiss marveled. Her tits are like. Oh, Dust… are those natural? Fuck. Who is this chick?

"Oh my gosh, like, hi!!!!" The girl greeted cheerfully, her voice bubbly and perky and almost bombastic. She held her arms out, then, as if in greeting. Her tits bounced with the movement, making Weiss's mouth water. "You've gotta be Weiss! I've heard so much about you!"

"I, uhm, yes, I'm Weiss Schnee," Weiss breathed, suddenly nervous. The girl, however, almost launched herself forward and pulled Weiss into a hug - her way of greeting people, it seemed. She pulled Weiss into a hug, and Weiss wasn't the tallest of girls. No, she was rather short, in fact, and the blonde was of average height for a girl. That meant that the Heiress was almost chin-deep in her tits, and feeling all of that squish against her was amazing.

They're like pillows, Weiss marveled, her body now burning with arousal. Who is this beauty and how do I get in her skirt?

"Hana's been telling me all about you!" The blonde cooed, all happy and excited. She pulled Weiss back to arm's length, a bright smile on her face. "Like, she always talks about you! She's always going on about her great girlfriend and stuff like, it makes me almost feel jealous!"

"Does she?" Weiss replied. Her eyes remained glued to those fat, leopard-print-wrapped tits. They wobbled with each movement the girl made, such was their pliant heft; utterly gorgeous, making Weiss almost want to drool. Almost. "Goodness, that's very gratifying… but the last thing I'd want to do is make her jealous."

"Yeah," the blonde stranger giggled. "Well, she's lucky for having nabbed herself a great lover on vacay, am I right?"

"Oh, for sure," Weiss agreed, still staring at the girl's tits. Her mind totally glazed over the fact that the girl was calling Hana Song her girlfriend, which… brought another can of worms on Weiss. "What's your name by the way? I'm Weiss Schnee."

"Oh! Right, I'm, like, my name is Rupee!" The girl said, all bubbly and bright. "Pleasure to meet you, Weiss."

"Likewise," Weiss said honestly, eyes glued to those fat tits. They looked so heavy. She wanted to know what they felt like. "The pleasure, really, is all mine."

The girl, Rupee, let out a laugh. "Hey, uh, so, my eyes are kinda up here, you know?"

"I'm aware," Weiss said with a jovial smile. "But you've got the most amazing chest I've seen in my life."

Rupee let out a laugh of surprise. "Wow, you're as forward as Hana said you were!"

"I'm sorry, but you're gorgeous," Weiss said fluidly. She grinned, looked up, and tried to make herself look taller. "I really can't help myself. Are you a model, perchance?"

"Oh, wow, that's nice," Rupee giggled, clearly pleased. "Uh, kinda! I stream online, do like, insta stuff!"

"Uh-huh, I see," Weiss lied. "Well, you certainly look good enough for the cam."

"You really are like Hana said," Rupee laughed again. She smiled and bit her lip. "And you're just as, like, hot as she said, too. You're actually seriously good looking. I love the hair."

She even reached out to touch it, making Weiss preen. "Why, thank you. Yours is gorgeous too, of course. I love the style."

Rupee leaned forward, showing off cleavage so deep Weiss could have prayed to it. More of that leopard-print bra was laid bare, making her mouth go dry. Honestly, Weiss would have proposed to those tits, if she could - but before anything could happen, Hana Song herself, D.Va in the flesh, skipped down and to a stop by the open door.

"I said to invite her in, not eye-fuck her!" the vaguely 'mistral' looking girl laughed. She skipped over, dressed in not much more than sleeping shorts and a lazy tank top. "Rupee, you're such a simp for hot people."

"I know!" Rupee laughed jovially. She nudged D.Va, almost jostling her. "It's not my fault! I'm just looking for my honey, you know? My boo. "

Hana rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, this is my girl."

"More than enough of me to go around," Weiss said with a smug grin. She pulled her eyes away from Rupee's giant tits and opened her arms to greet D.Va with a hug for herself, making the girl almost coo happily. "How are you, Hana?"

"Awesome, now that you're here," the girl chirped. She was seriously cute and Weiss was quite a fan, but next to Rupee….

"So am I to assume this is your friend?" Weiss said, just fishing for info. "You're doing a stream together?"

Rupee grinned and winked. "Yeup!"

"Yeah," D.Va agreed. "We're doing a collab stream and stuff, just needed some help."

"It's my anniversary of streaming," Rupee said proudly, following up on D.Va's words. All the while, the two of them made room for Weiss, letting her enter the villa, kick her shoes off, and follow them deeper within. "One whole year! Had to go big for it, you know?"

"Sure, I understand completely," Weiss said. True to her assumptions, Rupee's skirt was so short that her ass was almost literally hanging out of it. "What do you stream, might I ask? Gaming, like D.Va?"

"Oh, no!" The girl laughed. "Like, clothing stuff, fittings, uh, dress-up stuff, trying stuff on… mostly, shopping sprees!"

"Oh." That's different, she thought. "I can't say I've heard of that before. Is it successful?"

"Sure is!" Rupee smiled brightly, showing off her perfect teeth. "Looooootta people that wanna throw cash at me to buy stuff!"

"Simps," D.Va chuckled.

Rupee chuckled, too. "Yeah, simps."

"Interesting… and convenient, I suppose." Weiss licked her lips. "So a collab with D.Va?"

"It'll make her channel get big," D.Va explained, "and what we're planning is like… a thanks? A way to thank our fans."

Weiss found herself curious. "Is that so? Branching into shopping, Hana?"

"Nah," D.Va laughed. "It's more like… something that Rupee does well, and what my fans are literally always asking for."

She was even more curious, now. "And what's that?"

D.Va looked back at her and winked. They were in the bedroom, now, and Weiss could see all the camera set-ups. "A lingerie try-on haul. My fans have been begging for it for, like, a long time now."

"A lingerie… try on… haul…" Weiss's mind, and in fact, her entire body, pulsated to hear those words. "Ah. That explains the surprise, doesn't it?"

D.Va grinned. "We need your help getting some good shots of the lingerie…"

"...And I'd, like, love you to help out," Rupee cooed. "I'm like, super curvy. I need help clipping stuff on, you know?"

Weiss's mouth was dry. Her eyes stared at Rupee lustfully. "Is that so?"

"Like, I could be the one putting on her lingerie," D.Va explained like the little gremlin she was, "Buuuuuuuuut I thought you'd be way happier to do that."

Weiss licked her lips. "It might be Rupee's anniversary, but I feel like I'm the one getting a present right now."

They all laughed.

"Plus, well, you've got a cock," Hana continued cheerfully, and her words made Rupee almost blush, "so that means you know exactly what our viewers are gonna wanna see. You've got insider info!"

"Honestly," Weiss said seriously, eyes still looking at Rupee, "I could almost propose to on the spot for this, Hana."

D.Va laughed and playfully caressed Weiss's bare stomach. "Anything for my GF!"

Rupee bit her lip and cooed. "Awww, so cute! Gosh, I wish I had someone as hot as this as my GF…"

Weiss licked her teeth. "I don't mind helping with that for the rest of Spring Break, Rupee…"

"Stop flirting, " D.Va laughed instantly. She threw a bag full of clothes at Rupee, effectively shutting her up, and then shoved a set of wires at Weiss. "And help me finish up! We've gotta go live in like, ten minutes, so chop-chop!"

Weiss was happy to go along with it.

This was heaven, after all.

"Hi~~~~~~~~~~~," D.Va cooed into the camera, two fingers raised above her eye. "Soooooooooooo, this is my friend, Rupee, you all know her from Shopaholic's Anonymous, and this is our collab stream! She's picked me out the hottest lingerie to try on, live for all you special, paying fans~! Oh, but we can't just do this ourselves, so I invited on my handsome, super hot new GF, Weiss, to help us out. Bui don't be jelly, guys! She's just gonna be running her hands allllll over us…"

As far as stream intros went, it was shamelessly lewd and gratuitous. Too much so for any normal stream, especially for a gamer-girl, but there was a lot that Weiss did not know about. A lingerie try on haul was basically into E-thot territory, and D.Va, apparently, strayed there once and a while for those that could afford special entry tickets to her personal fan streams. Lewds, really. Cam-girl stuff, honestly.

Weiss had not know that, but seeing the eye-watering amount of people in the chat, ready to get live and dirty with their favourite gamer-girl, was crazy. Being their camera man was also crazy, but she could not be sad about it. She was the one with the handheld, and she was the one to get proper close-ups of the girls while they dressed. The other cameras around them, the big stands and the mics and the reflective mirrors, were just there to make the stream better - she was the main camerawoman.

Of course, the girls were the main draw, and what a fucking draw they were. They were outright trying on lingerie, stripping for the camera, dressing for the camera, and then showing off. The first set had been frilly, cute, and very pink, matching D.Va's style perfectly. It looked less cute on someone as big and busty as Rupee, but that just made it even better. Recording, watching the girls turn around on camera, was just amazing for Weiss.

She had a hard-on the entire time. She watched, dry-mouthed, as they went between various outfits, popping off lingerie to replace it with their 'haul' - stuff that Rupee had bought for them personally. Her body was so big and busty and curvy that she looked like a goddess, and Hana was all cute and slender and dainty; perfectly fuckable, but really taking second place to the gorgeous bustiness that was Rupee.

"See, D.Va," Rupee said enthusiastically, "What I really love about this kind of lingerie is the suspension. "

She plucked at the straps of her bra, tugging at their sharp, golden ends. The entire yellow fabric bunched up and moved as the shoulder-straps were tugged like a guitar's strings. It made her tits bounce up, the upper cleavage wobbling obscenely, and made Weiss's mouth water. It was so lewd, and when D.Va matched the motion to make her own plump little C-cups jiggle, Weiss swore she was in heaven.

Thank the maidens for this.

"Yeah, I see that," D.Va cooed, on purpose for the camera. "And gosh, look at your tits! They're so, like, bouncy!"

Rupee giggled happily. "I know, right?"

"Almost makes a girl wanna jump straight in…" D.Va licked her lips and stared straight at Weiss's camera. "Hey, chat? Let's make a poll! Guess Rupee's cup size, and the winner gets one free month to her channel!"

Weiss could only gulp at how fast the chat rolled along the streaming monitor.

"Wow, ThotSimp69 is right!" Rupee cheered. "I'm a double-E! You're so smart! "

Heaven, Weiss concluded, and watched in love when D.Va played with Rupee's bra straps, making her tit jiggle. When D.Va called her forward for a better view - c'mere, Weiss, get a close-up! - she was all too happy to practically shove the handheld into that mountainous cleavage and record it all jiggling.

" Gosh, " Rupee cooed at one point. "I'm like, too big to reach around and unhook myself!" She laughed boisterously. "Hey, Weiss? Give a girl a hand…?"

With pleasure, Weiss thought, and helped unhook her bra. Like the silent protagonist, she said nothing, and only got a good 'above view' shot of Rupee's tits releasing for that tight pressure and bounce into life - another drool-inducing sight. From there, it was more recording and helping, easing new bras onto Rupee, drawing lingerie up her hips, and then getting good views of both their bodies while they rattled off what they liked best about each one.

"I love the way this one makes my tits look bigger," D.Va said when she threw on a lacy purple thing. "It's so cute."

" This one is really good for going out," Rupee chimed in when she had on a nice, gorgeous black thing. "It's like, super subtle? And looks good under everything."

Watching two girls dress and undress was one thing. Staring at Rupee's massive tits when they slumped beneath their own weight was another. Watching her pink nipples, admiring her naked ass, glaring at the gap between her thighs, was just amazing. The chat thought the same thing, based on how they were throwing donations left and right. Small denominations, but they added up very, very fast.

" This is what I wear when I'm going to like, fancy dinner," Rupee said, now dressed in lingerie so close-fitting it was like a second skin, and so studded and bedazzled and lined with golden chains that it looked super expensive. "Great for catching attention with a low-cut dress!"

"It looks great on you," D.Va laughed, "but this is too flashy for me!"

It looks amazing, Weiss thought, and admired the golden lace, chain, and studded gemstone lingerie. But that was removed in favour of Rupee's 'clubbing lingerie', and that was just a slutty thong and a halter-style bra that was all sideboob, making Weiss think more and more with her dick.

"Oh, is that a stream goal?" D.Va giggled. "Wow, you guys are so generous! Okay, so like, for the first goal… Rupee's gonna teach us all how to twerk! Isn't that fun?"

Heaven, Weiss concluded as she got close-ups of two twerking girls, one hotter than the other, shaking their asses at her.

After twerking came bikinis, each of which was more sinful than the last one. Weiss didn't help them, there, and instead, the two girls dressed one another. Watching D.Va almost bury her face into Rupee's cleavage to reach around her and tug a bikini top into place was amazing, and seeing Rupee spank D.Va's ass after securing a thong-like bikini bottom into place was incredible. All of it was, really. Weiss was practically a horny, frustrated mess.

Weiss got good angles of all of it, making sure that it looked as amazing as possible. She got the best close-ups, the best shots, sometimes standing on top of Hana's bed to stare down their cleavages, at other times going low to see them from down-view shots. She did her best to be a good, sultry camera woman, and since she had a dick just as hard as any of the fans on stream, she knew exactly what everyone was looking for.

"There's so much bounce in this one!" Rupee said as she jumped up and down in her latest slinky yellow bikini, making her tits and as quite literally bounce around in the most lewd, insane of ways. "I love it!"

D.Va laughed. "I wish I could do that, too!"

"Maybe, like, one day?"

The stream dinged, indicating another stretch goal had been reached - more eye-watering money to most, and mere pocket change to Weiss.

"Oh!" D.Va clicked her tongue. "Another goal? Alright, Rupee - time to bring out those special costumes you promised me!"

Rupee's eyes twinkled as she turned around. "Gotcha, babe."

She whipped out a pair of bunny outfits. Playgirl bunny outfits, one in black, the other in pink, both with sheer tights and bunny ears. The chat went wild. Weiss's dick went wild. Hana cooed, all happy and content, while Rupee beamed.

"So pretty!"

"I know, right?" Rupee turned to Weiss. "But they're super tight. I accidentally bought them a size too small… so we're gonna need help squeezing into them…"

That was how Weiss found herself dressing up her 'girlfriend' and her streamer-thot-friend in bunny outfits. For D.Va, it clung to the slender curves of her body and highlighted the way her hips rolled and her stomach curled. Her tits looked better than ever, and her legs looked downright sexy. With those flopping pink ears on her head, matching her natural bunny motif, she looked like a gorgeous little sexpot wrapped up in pink latex - utterly gorgeous.

Rupee, though, looked dangerous. For one, her outfit was positively nonexistent. The leotard went so high on her hips that it downright reached her navel area, and it was so low cut around her chest that it left her entire cleavage on display and all of her side-boob. Her E-cups had never been larger, and Weiss was in awe. The outfit only offered two triangles of black cloth that covered her nipples, leaving all of her tits otherwise free.

It was so skin tight it showed off her belly button, and her stockings so sheer her legs had never been more plump. She was the sluttiest casino bunny around, and helping her into that outfit left Weiss horny beyond compare. Touching her silky skin, sliding cloth around her curves, staring into Rupee's eyes, left her so horny that it was hard to consider anything more.

"Thanks, babe," D.Va said as soon as Weiss pulled away. "Isn't she the best, Rupee?"

"She is," Rupee agreed. "I'm totes jelly."

"Now…" D.Va turned back to the camera. "Let's stress test this haul…"

Watching two girls in slutty bunny outfits bounce around like rabbits was amazing, as far as Weiss's dick was concerned. Watching it all wobble and shake and quiver was mouth-watering, as the chat attested to. Seeing them bounce their ears or shake their asses was insane, too. They were just so hot. When D.Va reached around to cup Rupee's giant tits and shake them in her hands, Weiss was sure she was going to pass out - or pin them to the bed, honestly.

"They're so heavy!" D.Va laughed at one point, her palms shaking boobs around happily. "Damn, your back's gotta hurt. How do you carry these babies around?"

"I love them!" Rupee laughed in response. "They're so much fun!"

"Yeah, they look like fun," D.Va replied breezily. "Weiss? Do they look fun?"

Weiss gulped from behind the camera. "They look positively mouthwatering."

The two bunny girls laughed. They kept on making comments and directing things at the stream, getting them to interact, sub, and donate. At one point, Rupee took a request to bend over at the waist and let Weiss all but shove the camera down her cleavage. At another, Weiss was watching D.Va bounce on a bouncy ball like some e-thot whore, shaking her cute ass around. It was glorious.

Weiss helped them with e verything they wanted, and was eager to do it. The chat got to see it all in first-person perspective, to their glee; they could ignore the fact that some lucky bastard was in their place, in that bedroom, as long as they got a professional POV experience.

"Thanks so much, babe!" D.Va cooed after Weiss helped her get a good 'pin up' picture of her for the stream, "You're such a great help!"

"No problem," Weiss said thickly, still awkward about speaking on cam. "Babe."

"You're making me so jealous!" Rupee laughed. "I want a sweetheart so bad, and it's like, impossible to find one as sweet and hot as Weiss."

The chat exploded, but naturally, the simps didn't count.

Suddenly, a mischievous grin passed over D.Va's face. "Heyyyyyyy… you know, as thanks for all this stream collab stuff, I'd totally let you borrow my GF for the stream?"

"Huh?" Rupee blinked. "What, like, do you mean?"

"Liiiiiiiiiike - for the stream, she can be your girlfriend!" D.Va said cheerfully. "How does that sound!"

Rupee puffed out her cheek. "Like, awesome!" Then, she shrugged, a motion that made her fat titties bounce around. "But like, what does that mean?"

D.Va waved at Weiss - Weiss, who remained half-shock by the silly proposal. "Weiss, come sit on the bed - and let me use the camera for now."

Weiss hesitated. "But - "

"Not buts! Camera, pronto!"

Weiss handed her the camera and tried not to be too awkward when she was pushed down to sit on the edge of the bed. She kept her scarred face natural as the camera panned over her, replacing D.Va with her. She was not as good as D.Va at being on a stream. Yes, she was a Schnee, and yes, she'd been on television broadcasts a lot, but right then was different.

"Say hi!" D.Va cheered.

Weiss cleared her throat, waved her hand, and put on her most handsome smile. "Hello, chat. Again."

"This is Weiss, and she's my girlfriend," D.Va explained. "We met on spring break. She's amazing. "

Weiss smiled awkwardly and tried to ignore the angry chat. "We're having a lot of fun on spring break together."

"She's the best girlfriend you can meet on vacay," D.Va told the chat, all while recording Weiss sitting there on the side of the bed in a half-bikini, half-shorts combo. "And now, for the rest of the stream, she belongs to Rupee!"

"Like, thanks!" Rupee laughed. She sat down beside Weiss, her tits bouncing with the most casual of movements, and that was about it. "Buuuuuut… uh… I've never had a girlfriend before? Or boyfriend. I mean, like. What do I do with one for a stream? "

"Hey, Weiss," D.Va chirped like a little gremlin, "Why don't you be a good girlfriend for Rupee?"

Weiss licked her lips cautiously and tried not to stare at the tits beside her, or the bunny in front of her. "You might have to spell it out for me."

"Show her," D.Va said too gleefully, "how a girlfriend kisses."

"Oh." Weiss grinned, then. "That… I can do."

Rupee squeaked. "Ohmygosh. Really?! "

Weiss grinned. She leaned over, pressed one hand on Rupee's stocking-wrapped thigh, and brought the other one up to romantically cup her chin. Rupee's eyes were wide when Weiss leaned in, guided their mouths into place, and just kissed her full on the lips - just like that. A little whimper left the blonde's mouth as she got her first kiss, and a sigh of happiness left Weiss's throat at the feeling of so much squishy softness pressing against her right then.

Honestly, Weiss could not help herself. She pressed her mouth down hard, and she kissed Rupee full on the lips, just like that. She pressed them together with a hot squelch and surged into place, happy and ready to make out with that bombshell slut of a girl. She pushed in steadily, not even trying to make it soft and romantic, but rather moving their lips together hotly. Sitting side by side, the white-haired girl adjusted and went for it.

Weiss suckled on Rupee's lower lip, making her moan. She pulled, leaned in, and all but shoved her tongue into her mouth. She pushed herself inside and locked their lips together, there to hungrily start kissing her. She did it firmly, and she did it deftly. She did it with all the skills she had picked up across Spring Break so far, really just locking mouths together and making out with that gorgeous blonde.

She had a great taste, honestly, and her lipstick even tasted nice. She was just great to kiss, and Weiss did so passionately. She locked their lips together, pressed down in place very lustfully, and kissed her hard. Rupee mewled at her touch, her body shivering, totally unsure of what was going on but clearly loving it. That, really, made all the difference.

"How hot, " D.Va cooed, as always. She, however, moved of her own mind, with gremlin-like intent. While Weiss was locked deep in the kiss, the famous streamer pulled on her shorts, undid the hasty strings, and tugged them down. Without a care, she yanked out the hard, thick beef of Weiss's dick, drawing that massive shaft out into the light of day.

Weiss felt it, of course, and she broke the kiss to look over in surprise. Kissing was one thing, but now her dick was out on stream. She blushed in surprise, yet Rupee's reaction was so much more visceral. She gasped, eyes wide, and covered her mouth, lost in shock at what she was seeing - at what Weiss was packing under her shorts.

"Holy shit! "

"Look at this baby," D.Va told her chat proudly. "See why she's my GF? She's packing so much heat!"

The chat scrolled like crazy. Weiss, however, scowled, clicked her tongue, and tried to be rational. "D.Va…"

"And look how hard she is," D.Va cooed as she stroked Weiss's cock one-handed. Her hand alone was not enough to do much, and that made Weiss's blood buzz. The camera was focused on her shaft, and so was Rupee, who stared with wide eyes and a slack jaw as if she could not understand how big it really was. "See, Rupee?"

"Y-yeah…" Rupee breathed out. "I see…"

D.Va kept on massaging Weiss's cock. "You know, she's only hard because of you. "

Rupee blinked. "Me?"

"Of course! That outfit, that kiss? Totally your fault." D.Va grinned like a gremlin. "Soooo you should take responsibility!"

"Uhm…" Rupee narrowed her eyes. "Like, what does that mean?"

"It means," D.Va purred, "you should totally relieve my girlfriend by sucking her dick."

Weiss's jaw dropped. Rupee gasped in surprise. D.Va grinned, still cocky and smug.

"How does that sound, chat?" she asked in a sing-song tune. "You'll all totally sub to Rupee's channel if she sucks her first dick live, right?"

The chat exploded, naturally.

"The chat has spoken!"

"B-but -" Rupee gasped. "I've never…"

"Come here, come here," D.Va urged. She knelt down in front of Weiss and patted the space beside her, urging her to come down. "I'll show ya!"

What the fuck is going on? Weiss thought with her cock pounding hard.

Rupee went along with it. She slipped down on her knees, bunny ears flopping, face tentative and confused. "Well, since you said to take responsibility…"

"Absolutely," D.Va told her. "You got her hard, so it's totally your job to get her off."

Rupee bit her lip as she got down in front of Weiss. "But her dick is so big? How…?"

"Just open your mouth real wide and swallow it up," D.Va told her breezily. "It's easier than you think!"

Weiss had no clue what was going on, but damn did she love it. She stared in awe as Rupee wrapped both hands against the base of Weiss's cock, holding it up straight. Her heart pounded with excitement as D.Va leaned in to record that massive shaft of flesh against her friend's face, poised right against her lips. When that mouth parted, pretty much everyone cooed in anticipation for more.

"Wish me luck, chat!" Rupee said, and went down.

Weiss bit her lip and sighed as Rupee went down on the cock ahead, right at the urgings of D.Va. Something like that should have been pretty crazy. It was all on stream, after all. Honestly, though, Weiss could only focus on how hot and sexy it was to have an absolutely stacked-to-hell-and-back blonde on her side, slurping her cock. The way her mouth went down was totally inexperienced, but it was still totally hot as all fuck.

Clearly, though, Rupee did not know exactly what she was doing. Her mouth did not quite fit around the cock, and her lips adjusted to the hard girth a bit awkwardly. That was clear in the way that she shuffled, how her nose wrinkled – but she was there all the same, her mouth planted down warmly, surrounding Weiss's cock in a tight seal of cushion-like pleasure. She groaned happily for it, the sound soft, but still very much eager.

"You just gotta drop that head, Rupee," D.Va chirped. In a way, it was almost funny; each time, Weiss heard her say 'Ruby'. Open that mouth niiiice and wide and just gobble that big dick up!"

The chat was loving D.Va's on-display whorishness. They were spamming oat rapid-fire quips as the girl they had tuned in for and subbed for years told a blonde how to suck the dick of some random, hung stud they'd never seen before in their lives. Weiss half paid attention to the monitor, simply because she was curious – but most of her attention was on the blonde in front of her, the one whose mouth felt so nice and soft around her cock.

"She's right," Weiss chimed in huskily. "Just drop your pretty blonde hair, Rupee, and get me inside."

Rupee offered a noise like a sputter. She pushed, her eyes wincing, as she tried to swallow up her first cock. She descended at that messy, inexperienced pace, like someone who had never really taken a dick in her life. That shocked Weiss, in a way. She would imagine someone as stacked, busty, and money-hungry would be much more of a slut. It didn't quite make sense, but she was more than happy to take advantage of that and enjoy it all.

Maybe, she was a bit depraved – but having that gorgeous blonde suckling up her cock was too good to pass up on. Happily. She watched as Rupee stretched her mouth and pushed down, forcing dick into her mouth. Her hands were tight around Weiss's cock, holding it almost awkwardly. She struggled to fit it inside, and her mouth did not quite know what to do with it. Her tongue swirled hesitantly, trying to find a good space to fit, and her cheeks swelled out more than they should have packed full by rock-hard meat.

"Juuuust like that," D.Va told Rupee, but it was hard to tell if she was doing it for the chat, or for her. "Doesn't she look so good like that, chat? Gosh, nothing better than a girl with her mouth stuffed!"

It was so ridiculous that Weiss could not help but laugh. She loved it, though. It was nice and hot and exciting, and it made her pride, and her blood, buzz. She licked her lips as Rupee stuffed her mouth on that fat rod of meat, then gurgled a bit obscenely around it. The sound of sputtering rose up, loud and thick, each noise a bit more whorish than the last. That only made it more indulgent, however. Seeing a girl slobber over her cock was something Weiss could never quite get enough of, that was for sure.

D.Va reached out to tuck a log of blonde hair behind Rupee's ear. "Come on, get up there, Rupee. Just move those pretty lips up that big dick, and make sure to enjoy the taste, too!"

She was definitely playing it up for the camera, Weiss knew that. Based on the donations coming in, it worked wonders, too. She was not going to argue with D.Va's motives, though, not when she herself got to enjoy a nice cock-sucking – and it was definitely nice. When Rupee brought her head up, ascending to the head of that colossal, meaty pillar, she felt nothing but satisfaction. The sliding of lips, the awkward wriggling of a tongue, and even the soft squelches of saliva, was all very, very pleasant, indeed.

"That's a good girl," Weiss husked as Rupee neared the head of her cock. The blonde's face was all tight concentration and confusion, her brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed - but that kept it so nice and hot. "not bad for your first go."

Rupee, however, popped right off the cock, and did so with a wet noise. She held the fat thing in her hands and stared down at it as if awed. "Like, holy shit, this thing feels even bigger than it looks!"

"I know, right?" D.Va cooed almost too enthusiastically. "Isn't it amazing?"

"Like, yeah," Rupee giggled. "But I don't even know how to handle it!"

D'Va winked. She looked over at the camera she was holding up with one hand, almost like a selfie. "What do you think, chat? Should I help her suck – oh, yeah, looks like that's a big yes!"

The dozens of donations coming in affirmed that, at least.

D.Va grinned at Rupee. "Let's get that pretty mouth down, Rupee. You're going to blue ball Weiss if you just stand there."

Weiss let out a low, husky rumble as D.Va guided Rupee right back down. This time, her hand was on the back of her head, and she pushed her against the cock with delicate ease. She was guiding her down, and when that soft mouth pressed against the thick shaft once more, Weis could only sigh with appreciation. She bit her lower lip and felt a pleasant flush run along her spine, joy thick in her body, as that hot blonde gobbled up her cock for a second time.

The warmth of heat surrounded her, and the wetness of saliva bathed her. Both of those things were very pleasant indeed, which was to say nothing of those gorgeous lips wrapped taut around her hardness. It felt amazing, and she couldn't get enough of it. A blowjob was a blowjob, after all. One from a hot as fuck babe was even better, and watching that voluptuous model go down on her lit a fire deep in Weiss's belly.

"Just go down nice," D.Va purred against Rupee's ear. Though one hand was on top of blonde hair, the other kept the camera aloft, getting a close-up of her 'teaching'. "And keep your mouth nice and wide, you know. it's a big dick."

Rupee slobbered as she descended. Each movement she made was punctuated by wetness, a sloppy little gurgling that showed her inexperience. Rupee didn't know how to handle her saliva, or even fit her tongue around a cock that big, but that made it all the more delightful. It was the blonde's first time, and it was with the biggest dick of her entire life – the biggest she might ever see. That made it nice and hot, and Weiss was far too happy to just sit there and enjoy it.

"Keep those lips nice and tight, too," D.Va whispered against Rupee's ear, clearly for the stream and not for the blonde's benefit. "Let Weiss feel those perfect cocksuckers, ok?"

It was so lewd, and Weiss couldn't help but laugh – but the sound was softer than her gentle groaning. After all, she had Rupee's mouth all the way down around her cock, the head bouncing against the entrance of her throat. She knew that the blonde would not go any deeper, but he did not have to. It felt gorgeous, and that was all she really wanted out of it. The sensation warmed her, made her groan with satisfaction, and her cock throb with happiness.

"Gosh, your mouth looks so good when it's stuffed up by a big girldick," D.Va sighed. She was almost nuzzling into Rupee's cheek, keeping close while the girl slobbered over half of a rod of cock. She couldn't get the entire thing inside; no one could without throating her. That was fine by Weiss, though, and each second the blonde was held down, more of her saliva seeped out of her cocksuckers to paint the rest of it in clear fluid. "I can't wait to see what it's like when – well! That's spoiling the secret."

Weiss blinked, but it didn't quite matter. D.Va tapped on Rupee's head and pulled, and a second later the blonde was rising up along that big, girthy pillar of meat, sliding up toward the head. D.Va's hand did not quite manhandle her, and she hardly manipulated her, but she did a good job of it. She guided the blonde up, and she went along with it in a very delightful, very sinful sort of way. Her lips rolled up to the bulbous rim and cupped it, holding to it like a gorgeous pillow, and drew out a sigh.

"Fuck," Weiss swore. "That's nice, Rupee. That's really nice…"

"Well, it's got Weiss's seal of approval," D.Va giggled. "What do you think, chat? Got your seal of approval?"

Whatever the chat was saying did not matter, not when D.Va guided her right back down. Rupee slobbered over Weiss's dick every inch of the way down, taking it into her mouth with wet and slutty ease. She slurped the big, fat rod of flesh right up, but struggled with it. Her mouth did not quite fit around it. Her tongue still didn't know what to do, but that was fine. Weiss was loving every second of it. It was definitely not the best head she'd ever gotten, not even close, but that didn't matter.

She had a busty babe with tits the size of her damned head in a bunny costume. That alone made it perfect. Her being an almost ditzy blonde with gorgeous skin and a beautiful face made it even better. Rupee was like a version of Yang that had been built to be a bimbo, and Wesis was adoring it. Each second of her cock being buried in that mouth brought her pleasure, and she could not help but grin smugly and hum contentedly. She didn't have to do anything at all, really, when she was simply worshipped.

"Move that head," D.Va was saying. "Roll your neck a bit! You just wanna move your head back and forth, yeah, but get, like, a nice roll into it…"

Whatever she was saying, Rupee could only barely match it. Her head rolled awkwardly as she tried to bob and suck Weiss's cock, drawing up the mountainous pillar of meat with a wet suckle. Saliva churned in her mouth, the stuff squishing somewhat wetly, before she reached the tip – and then pushed down again, greedily cramming cockmeat into her mouth. She happily suckled up the cock of a stranger as if nothing else mattered, as if D.Va's stream was worth it, and Weiss was in love with that.

"Such a good girl," Weiss groaned gently, her voice full of smug contentment. "Just do what D.Va says, gorgeous. She knows what to do."

"Awww," D.Va giggled with exaggeration. "Thanks, Weiss!"

Rupee slobbered around Weiss's cock, lubing it up through sheer awkwardness. She couldn't control the saliva in her mouth, and most of it started to rain down as she moved. It was purely sloppy, but Weiss loved that, too. She couldn't help but sigh and groan with lust at the feeling of it, her pleasure only rising. She bit her lip and stared at the pretty blonde as she bobbed on top of her dick, moving so strangely, so awkwardly, but really trying her best with it.

Her movements were naturally shallow, like any first timer ought to be – and, yet, with D.va thee, her movements deepened, and were helped along by the experienced slut's hand. she whispered to Rupee, and to the stream, to better guide her. She told her where to move and how to move, and she adjusted when her pace became too awkward. She guided her into sucking Weiss's cock like a pro, and the Heiress certainly appreciated that.

"Right there,' D.va would say. "Just like that, yeah. Oh, that looks nice. Mhm, get those lips moving. Yeah, get some tongue in there, babe –"

And Weiss just had to enjoy it. She sat there, a smug smile on her lips, and groaned as her cock was worshiped by an apparent first timer. As she stared, she got to see so much jiggling cleavage that it was insane, too. Her down view shot was all titty, all fat, doughy flesh, tits that were meant for enjoying - and for filling up with mil, probably. Each movement that she made had them jiggling more and more, shaking like two swollen balloons of water.

"Perfect," Weiss husked out, loving every last moment of it.

Then, D.Va planted one of her mischievous, shit-eating grins on her lips, and looked up at Weiss. "Hey, Weiss, girlfriend, baby… are you close?"

Weiss looked at her. She wasn't sure quite what she was asking or what her plan was, but she could play along. "No, I'm not."

"You probably need more than that, huh?" D.Va teased. "I know you, baby. You need a lot for that cock to be satisfied."

Weiss only smiled as if she was being interviewed for The Atlas Times. "Of course. I need plenty of stimulation."

D.Va flipped the camera around to look down at herself, in a bunny-costume, with a backdrop of Rupee slurping on cock behind her. "What do you think, chat? If we hit the next stream goal, I'll let Weiss here pin Rupee down and give her the first fuck of her life."

Weiss's heart was in her throat. Rupee heard it, too, and she jerked back with a noise of surprise. She pulled all the way off of Weiss's cock and started to cough, immediately flinching back – she'd moved too quickly. Each cough made saliva sway from her chin and rain down to paint her tits, which also jiggled as she coughed.

"W-wha - ?!"

"Remember, I take donations, coin, or – oh! Wow!" D.Va laughed enthusiastically. It did not take a genius to see that she'd hit her goal already. "Gosh, you guys are really eager to see Rupee take her first fat cock! Okay, uhm – PollBot, let's see what position the chat wants –"

Weiss just stared incredulously as D.Va essentially whored the two of them out for donations and subs. It was laughable, really, but her cock was too hard to resist, and Rupee looked too good not to fuck. The way that the blonde alternated between nervousness and cock-drunk lust, her eyes constantly looking over at Weiss's dick, was amazing. The Heiress could see just how much she liked it, and how badly she wanted more of it.

"You can always say no," she told Rupee quietly.

Rupee looked at her with lust in her gaze. "I mean, like… if I'm gonna get laid on Spring Break, I want it to be with a cock as amazing as yours."

Weiss chuckled, yet was pleased. "That's so cheesy."

"That cock tastes so good," Rupee breathed out. She was even squeezing her tits, fondling them with clear lust. "And like. I think if you don't fuck me, I'm always going to regret it."

Weiss grinned. She –

"Mating press!" D.Va cheered, and visibly fist-pumped. "Mating press wins!"

She looked back at Weiss. Weiss looked back with a raised brow, half-amused and half-curious.

"The chat speaketh," D.Va announced proudly. "Weiss, baby, why don't you pin Rupee down into a mating press and go down on her, ok?"

"With pleasure," Weiss breathed. She looked over at Rupee, and for a moment, grinned apologetically. "You'll have to excuse my eagerness, but I really want to fuck your brains out, Rupee."

Rupee gasped when Weiss grabbed her and tugged her over onto the end, dragging her like a toy. The busty girl whimpered, her curves wobbling egregious, as she was shoved down on her back, right there on the bed. She didn't know what was going on, clearly, and was like a wild-eyed bunny rabbit at that moment – just perfect for Weiss's lusts. She pulled, she pushed her down, and more importantly, she pinned her down, just like that.

She stretched her legs out wide, and she brought them up. She forced Rupee to stretch, and judging by the sound she made, she was not used to that sort of thing at all. That pleased Weiss, too. She grinned triumphantly as she peeled her thicc legs out around her slim body, stretching them around her hips, and then got on top of her properly. Legs hooked into place, locking Rupee up tight, and hands moved over to press her arms down, too.

Weiss was small and slim, compared to Rupee. Her bikini held her modest tits in check, her stomach was flat and bare, her shoulders not even close to broad. Rupee was all curves, a voluptuous supermodel of a girl. She was huge by comparison, her tits so big that Weiss could touch them while hovering a few feet above her body, and with thighs so thick they were like damned pillows. It was gorgeous, really. It was the perfect dichotomy, and Weiss drank it right up.

"I can't believe it!" Rupee gasped her voice, one of total, utter delight.

"Believe it," D.Va chuckled. She was the one that pulled on Rupee's leotard, dragging the strap away from her pussy, and she was the one that grabbed Weiss's cock and angled it down like a fleshy spear. She pointed it straight at that waiting slit, and when Weiss felt her rubbery tip touch those naked, pert folds, her desire increased sharply. "Because you're about to get the best dicking of your life, bestie."

Rupee looked so excited that it was insane. "This is the best collab stream ever, legit."

Weiss let out a low breath. She adjusted herself, her body tense, as D.Va braced her dick against that hole below. "Trust me, Rupee. Right now, I'm thinking the exact same thing."

"You've got a straight shot, babe," D.Va gushed. "Go for it! Fuck her brains out!"

Weiss really didn't waste time from there. Once she was told to go, she was like a racehorse out of the gates. She dropped her weight, unceremonious as that, and she sent her cock drilling down as easy as she could. D.Va had her braced, had her steadied, so Weiss did not have to try and align herself. She already was, and all that she needed to do was drop her hips and impaled that ridiculously thick, busty beauty below her. She dropped her weight, easy as that, and sent her cock diving down in the seconds afterward.

"Oh!" Rupee gasped instantly, her body unsure of that sort of thing. "Oh, gosh!"

Weiss's cock entered her, and she did so roughly. The thick meat of her shaft barrelled downward all at once, hard and fast, the weight of it driving into that tight, unprotected quim, locked in the mating press, she had all the room she needed to handle her massive truncheon of a dick, and she sent that thick meat pounding down as fast as she could. She felt nothing but joy, really as her dick entered the folds of a beautiful stranger, and simply moaned in lust for it.

"Fuck," she groaned, her voice hot and low. She pushed down hard, and she sent the thickness of her meat barrelling into that soft, delicious tightness. The weight of her meat swung down to thrust into her warm, wet, sodden core, and nothing but joy filled Weiss's mind. The fact that she was finally inside of Rupee was amazing, but more than that, the simple fact that she couldn't feel a hot, silky pussy around her cock, the untouched walls as perfect as sin, was absolutely delightful.

Happily, readily, she slammed down and buried herself into Rupee's tightness. She did not hesitate, and she just moved. She dropped her hips downward, and she buried that thick meat into the blonde's tight cunt. And it was tight; very tight, remarkably so, untouched and perfect. It was a tight sheath of rippling flesh, a tunnel of vice-like constriction, silky and soft to the touch. It was perfect around her girth, like a warm hand that hugged her and tugged her in.

Weiss thrusted into that softness with eager lust, driving her cock down like a spear of flesh. She pounded it into Rupee, and she groaned with lust as she dropped down. She felt that tightness well around her, stretching around the weight of her massive cock, forced into acceptance. Her girth was immense, after all. That made it far and away too easy to get herself inside, and she enjoyed it honestly and thoroughly. A groan left her, a growl escaped her lips, and joy buzzed along her spine.

"Dust," Weiss swore. "You're so tight around me, Rupee."

"Holy smokes!" Rupee gasped, her head flung back and her bunny ears flopping. "You feel so huge! Oh, my – s-shit!"

Weiss laughed - but it was D.Va that spoke. "Isn't she so big, Rupee? Isn't she amazing?"

D.Va crawled in beside Rupee and got a close-up of her suddenly spasming face. The chat was surely drinking it up, just as much as Weiss was enjoying her pussy. She dropped her weight to bury as much of her cock indie as she could, really using that tight passage for the pleasure of her cock. She got most of her dick inside, and warmed that tunnel with her shaft. The meat of her prick throbbed against those silky insides, luxuriating in another perfect pussy – almost meant for her Schnee fuckmeat.

"It's just so big," Rupee groaned, her face almost dizzy. "I don't know how you take this every day!"

"It's a skill!" D.Va laughed. She bit her lip and turned the camera to the full mating press, recording it for the stream. "Hey, Weiss? Start moving, babe. I wanna see Rupee's orgasming-face!"

Weiss chuckled. "You don't have to tell me twice."

She moved her hips freely. She pulled that long, thick slab of meat out of those tight, squeezing insides, almost tearing it free in a rush. She was too eager to fuck to really keep it slow, and shed id not really try to do that, either. She tugged herself back sharply, drawing out intensely, and pulled her dick free in a plentiful rush. She drew that huge, throbbing shaft backward, drawing it out with an obscenely thick, wet slurp, and pulled as far backward as she could. Her balls bounced as she worked up, preparing herself for another go.

She dropped her weight down again. It was not quite a slam, but a hard, pronounced drop that shoved the fullness of her dick inside. Rupee squealed again, her body moving, her tits jiggling, as she was so brusquely impaled with thick dickmeat. Inches and inches of hardness dropped down to claim her cunt, stretching out walls to their limit and utterly cramming her full. The blonde gasped, lightning pouring through her body, as the biggest dick she would likely ever see took control of her pussy.

"Oh!" Rupee gasped gutturally. "Holy – holy shit, that's so big, I can't even – like, I can't even – !"

D.Va giggled as she recorded Rupee's face. "Doesn't it feel so big? Kissing your womb?"

"Yes!" Rupee groaned out. "I – I can't believe – I thought that was only in porn –"

Weiss grunted, then husked out a laugh. "Oh, it's not just porn, baby girl..."

She couldn't help herself, really. Words spilled from her lips as she rolled her waist and withdrew that huge shaft from tight, squeezing insides, drawing herself out in a rush. She pulled back, drawing up, her cock grinding against those tight, rippling walls. She bent them out of shape, insides squelching and squishing, juices just churning about her meat haft, before she was able to re-align her hips and pound straight back down.

"…And you feel perfect around me," Weiss growled lustfully. "Forget the stream, if you need a girlfriend around twenty-four-seven, just hit me up…"

She hammered that powerful meat into Rupee's insides, drawing out another hoarse whine and a shuddering gasp. The blonde's entire chest bobbed at her touch, those plentiful mounds shaking out of shape as her body was taken. They were so big that they were vulnerable to the vibrations of sex, and they damned well vibrated as Weiss started to properly fuck her. bringing herself down and pounding her cock inside sent them into wobbles, and with D.Va so close, she recorded all of it.

"Oh, my God," D.Va purred. "Seeing those tits bounce? Hot AF."

Weiss focused on Rupee as she dropped her hips and pounded down, settling into a proper rhythm of fucking. She could not help herself, and had to enjoy it as best as she could. She felt nothing but lust pound between her ears as those tight, silky insides rubbed up all along her cock, grinding against the thickness of her meat in the most sensitive of places. It was just perfect, really, and as the first cock that pussy would ever taste, she had to do her job right: making sure that Rupee would never be satisfied by anyone else again.

"Isn't my GF just so amazing, Rupee?" D.Va asked excitedly. "I told you, she's the best on this island!"

"It's – so – oh, holy fuck!" Rupee whined out. "I – she's – I can't even - !"

The girl was too inexperienced to offer words, and each time Weiss dropped her hips, she just sort of gasped. D.Va laughed with delight and recorded her gasping face, then her hands, which were tugging and pulling at the bedsheets – then down to her tits, watching them bounce and shape. Weiss sent them wobbling as she thrust down, causing that entire body to compress and quiver. Flesh shook out of shape, with those breasts being the most vulnerable of all. They just quivered with fleshy momentum, like mountains of gelatine that couldn't stop shaking.

"Gorgeous," Weiss growled out.

D.Va recorded it all. She circled around them, taking a good vantage point from behind to record as Weiss's cock so unceremoniously smashed into Rupee's tightness. The lingerie stream turned into a straight-on porno shoot, but that was fine – Weiss didn't care. If she became a scandal for the SDC, it would be so worth it to fuck a babe like Rupee. As it was, D.Va seemed entirely content to show off that massive, nine-inch rod of meat working its way up and down, cramming deep into those tight pussy folds and stretching lips so wide they were locked snug.

She recorded Weiss's balls thudding against her cunt and pelvis smashing against upturned thighs, compressing them flat. The mating press offered her full motion and range, and when she dropped her weight, she clapped against those pillowy, upturned thighs. She made Rupee's legs bounce, to her pleasure. She worked herself up and down enthusiastically, just pounding the blonde in that mating press, nailing her pussy as it deserved to be nailed – and all the while, stared rapaciously at the blonde's mewling expression.

"So – fuck – good," Rupee gasped, but she was barely able to talk coherently. "I – oh, shit – you're – so – that's – big - !"

Weiss chuckled with pleasure. "I know, baby. I know. Just enjoy it…"

"This is so fucking hot," D.Va whined, her camera recording it all. "Mhm, Weiss, fuck her brains out! Just like that!"

Weiss did not need to be told that: she just did it. She ached up with lust, lowered her face, and did what she wanted to do: smashed her face in between Rupee's cleavage. She buried herself into those wobbling mounds, to the sounds of D.Va's sloppy cheering. The Heiress started to kiss and suckle at perfect skin, enjoying the way it all squished against her. it was all so nice and heady and she simply could not resist it, not as she kept on moving and kept on suckling at whatever was in reach. She practically gave her hickeys, but just didn't think twice.

"Fuck her harder, Weiss," D.Va urged. "I want her to, like, totally feel it!"

Weiss moved her hips hard and fast, practically melting Rupee's brains into the bunny she was. While the girl gasped, Weiss kissed her tits – but not for long, but until she brought herself up, tore the cups of her leotard down, and freed her tits. Of course, it barely made a difference beyond showing off her stiff, rosy nipples, but that was enough. For the moment, the white-haired girl grinned, grabbed those tits in her hands, and hefted them up with total, utter glee.

They were as heavy as she taught and as plush as she imagined. She could squeeze her fingers down into them and bury herself up to the knuckles, to her glee. She dug down hard accordingly, squeezing at that softness, bending it out of shape with lustful enthusiasm. She squeezed and kneaded at those fat, doughy tits, shaping them however she wanted, and listened to Rupee's whimpers the entire time. She offered weak, gasping words, but it sounded as if, just a few minutes in, she was already overloaded by the pleasure.

"You – fuck!" the blonde whined, her bunny-ear-head flung back hard. "A-ah! So – you're -fuck! So good! Nnnngh!"

Weiss breathed out. She dove down again, and while her one hand played with a fat, doughy breast, the other one hefted the entire fleshy mass up to show off a nipple. She quickly clamped her lips down around it and suckled it into her mouth, and with gleeful lust, began to suckle and slurp at it. She teased it with the hard edge of her teeth, then swirled against it with the softness of her tongue. She bathed the nipple in wetness while clamping her lips down tight, then squeezed it with rippling pressure whilst suckling hard.

Rupee moaned even more. She kept on trying to speak, but her mind seemed totally overloaded by Weiss's ministrations - and that made Weiss's ego soar. She was trying to make her feel good, after all. She wanted her to feel as good as possible, nothing more and nothing less. She really worked at her as she thrust down, dropping her weight and hammering her cock into the busty slut, taking her hard and fast and thorough. Every inch of her meat stuffed up her pussy until her womb was roughly pounded by the head of her shaft, then she did it again, and again, and again.

"Fuck her hard," D.Va cooed. "And play with those big tits! Gosh, chat, they look so good when they're bouncing, huh?"

They were bouncing a lot, no matter that Weiss suckled and played with them – but that made it hotter. Her hard slamming made them bounce like fleshy bags, and her one hand captured a fleshy mound to keep on kneading and digging down. She squeezed that flesh hard at some points, so much that it rippled out from between her fingers in sharp rolls, then pressed down and rolled it around like bread dough. The other tit, meanwhile, remained captured by her suckling lips, with her entire face nuzzling into it and just slurping.

She moved from nipple to areola, covering the entire thing with sloppy warmth. Then, she moved back to simply kiss along her entire tit, lathering it up in so much saliva it grew slick. She licked it, nuzzled into -her cleavage, and simply buried her face between it once more while rapidly, wildly hammering away. Each inch of her cock was slammed down greedily, each stroke hard and pronounced, sending loud thwaps and messy claps echoing out into the air -and thus, the camera.

"See, chat? This is why she's my GF. Can you all find yourself a girl that fucks your brains so hard you can't even speak?"

Weiss wrapped her lips around the other nipple and started to greedily slobber over that, too. She suckled and slurped on the other side of her fat titty with just as much lust as the first, showing it equal praise and attention. She worked it over with her mouth while her hand squeezed and kneaded at the other breast, this time clenching down so hard that Rupee could not help but wheeze. It was delightful, really. Weiss was making a girl spasm in total lust with her hands, mouth, and cock together, and it delighted her to no end.

"Look at her!" D.Va cheered. "Rupee's going, like, insane! Huh, Rupee? How is it?"

Rupee just moaned, unable to form coherent words.

"Incredible," D.Va groaned dreamily. "You'er fucking her so good, Weiss!"

Weiss was, because at that moment, Rupee tightened up and came around her cock – just like that. She squealed, she spasmed, and then she came, her insides tightening up hard. It was obvious just from the way the blonde's eyes rolled up and her body spasmed, much less how her fingers tightened. Her voice was hoarse from all the moaning, yet she kept on doing so as she was pounded into the mattress – a tit-bouncing, leg-flopping mess, utterly reamed out for dear life and then some besides. Weiss loved every last second of it, as did the chat.

But she was close. She was a machine, but she ran on stamina. She started to slow, if a bit, as she hammered down. Skin met in deepening thuds, the percussive blows much more noticeable. D.Va certainly did, given how she got in closer. She recorded it all as Weiss began to near her climax, and she got a close-up of tightening, swelling balls, and a grunting, reddening face. It was all so hot, so lustful, and so damned insane.

"Hey, babe," D.Va chirped smugly, "Are you close?"

"So close," Weiss grunted hard, her face red from exertion.

D.Va grinned. "Then… how about this?"

D.Va flipped her body around, got on her knees, and pointed the camera down in a selfie that caught Weiss's fucking in the background. "Chat! Here's my plan: Weiss is gonna pull out and cum all over Rupee's big, fat titties, okay? And we can all watch it together." Her grin widened. "Ooooorrr… if you guys reach the last donation goal for the stream, I'll let Weiss cum riiight inside Rupee here and give her a creampie for her first time."

Rupee gasped, but it was more like a moan of stress from having her cervix kissed over and over. Weiss just kept on going, letting her self-proclaimed girlfriend have her fun.

"So it's up to you guys!" D.Va said brightly. "Donate and sub, and maybe you all can get a front-row seat to Rupee being bred! This might be the exact moment where my gorgeous girlfriend dumps such a fat load into her that knocks her riiiight up – and you can be a part of it!"

Weiss thought it was crazy.

The chat thought it was hot as fuck.

"You guys wanna be a part of like, history? Make your mark on Rupee – oh!" D.Va laughed in delight. "You guys hit the goal already?! Wow, thanks for the support!" The girl immediately twisted around, looked at Weiss, and gave her a greedy thumbs-up. "you're good, babe! Fill that womb up and pump a baby in that oven, k?"

Weiss grunted out a breath. "With pleasure."

She slammed down hard, and that was that. She slammed down hard and came, blowing her load into Rupee's unprotected pussy. In an instant, rivers of white cream came pouring out, rushing into the length of her insides. She stuffed her up with a fat, gooey load all at once, a speed so fast that it was insane, pumping her up to the brim with her baby-batter.

That release stuffed and stained everything up all at once, rushing through her with thickness. Hot cum pumped out along inner walls, rushing through her with wet, lewd ease, drowning her cunt in heat. She stuffed her womb up with jets of baby-batter, pumping out that gooey mix as far as she could. She pumped Rupee up hard, cramming her fertile baby-maker with excitement.

Rupee squealed and came again as she took a hot, fertile load of seed right into her womb. She orgasmed around Weiss's cock, her mind practically going blank, the action so hard she was almost drooling. Watching all of that got Weiss's blood boiling, and she couldn't help but rake it all in with relish. She made the blonde cum around her cock and practically made her melt down into mush, all because she pumped her up with Schnee cum.

D.Va was still talking to the chat and recording the impregnation in perfect detail. Most of what she said glossed over Weiss's attention, barely noticeable. It didn't matter, not with lust pounding between her ears. The white-haired girl just sighed, groaned, and let her balls do their job for a few more seconds of enjoyment.

"Alright, guys," D.Va was saying, "I think we gotta call this one done, uh, Rupee's kinda out of action… but I'll be uploading a picture-set online, so make sure you all subscribe and hit the notification button!"

She looked back, then over again. "Oh, and remember, if you're not subscribed to my Onlyfans, now's the time! I'm going to have another live stream with Weiss soon, so be subscribed to my one-hundred-tier for access!" D.Va made a gesture with two fingers in front of one eye. "D.Va out!"

She clicked the camera off. By that point, Weiss had only sat up on her haunches and brought herself around. She stared down at the panting, wheezing Rupee, who looked lost in bliss.

"Fuck," Rupee panted. "Fuck…"

"Did you have a good time?" Weiss asked smugly.

"So fucking good," the blonde moaned out lewdly.

Weiss grinned.

"That was so hot," D.Va cooed from beside them. "We're gonna pop off! "

Rupee kept on painting, her slick tits bouncing with each deep breath. It made Weiss so horny, so aroused, and she couldn't help herself.

"You two are streamers, yes? In it for donations?" She asked, because she truly had to. "You like to shop and buy stuff?"

"Uh, yeah? Duh, " D.Va laughed. "Rupee here is a total shopaholic, like, if she didn't have simps throwing cash at her she'd be broke."

"Good." Weiss acted on instinct. "Then I'll make you a deal. I'm filthy rich, and my company is about to expand and acquire some streamers for our online service model." Why am I saying this? "I want you two to join in. You'll be paid seven-digits a month, free houses, all that stuff."

She was half-lying. The SDC had online division… not until she was in charge.

"W-what?!" Rupee gasped messily.

"Oh?" D.Va asked seductively.

"All I ask in return," Weiss husked, "is a few dates a week from both of you. I'll be your sponsor, and you girls just have to take care of my cock. Fair?"

"That sounds like an amazing arrangement," D.Va purred.

"That's amazing, " Rupee groaned, still half-delirious. "Yes! Totally!"

Weiss breathed out hard. "Perfect. I'll draft a contract as soon as I can…"

What am I even saying? Weiss thought internally. If I bring two E-thot streamers home, dad is going to - Ruby is going to kill me!

But then she looked at Rupee's tits again.

Well… at least I'll die happy…

Mash Kyrielight : we have to talk, Weiss.

Mash Kyrielight : meet us at the hotel bar? At 6?

That was the message Weiss got forty minutes ago. It was now six-thirty, and she was so deep in her drinks that she was sure to be walking all funny in a few hours time. Each time Mash explained something to her, she ordered another full glass of beer and drowned her face in it like a total alcoholic. Each time another girl chimed in, she filled her mouth and did a shot.

It made a good drinking game: whenever a girl spoke, she took a shot. Ereshikigal? Shot. Ishar? Shot. Mash? Shot. Raikou? Shot. Tomoe? Shot. Meltyrallis? Extra large shot. Rinse, repeat, over and over again. Shot after shot. Why not, after all? That was the only way she could make sense of the situation at hand: drinking it away. What else was she going to say? What else was she going to do? It was actually just ridiculous in all ways, really. She had to drink just to cope with the full weight of what she had done.

"Weiss," Mash started to protest. "Are you just going to keep on drinking?"

Weiss groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut to rub her temples, then opened them again. She was at a round table in the bar, surrounded by a series of lovely, beautiful girls: Eresh and Ishtar, the sisters, in bikini-dresses; Mash in a gorgeous stripped bikini; Raikou in something strangely scandalous; Tomoe in her one-piece of blue and white; Melty in her similar one-piece. None of it made sense. All of it confused her.

"This is hard to process," Weiss told her sadly. "Look… what. You're saying that… you're all under my command? "

"That's more or less correct," Mash explained nervously. "Due to… certain accidents… you're now a Master. Your connection is directly linked to these girls here."

Weiss took another shot. Then, after shoving the glass down, she raised her hand. "...And these tattoos…"

"The command seals," Mash supplied unhelpfully.

"These things," Weiss repeated, "let me control you guys?"

"As long as you have a seal, you can command a person to do things," Mash explained. "It's… got a lot of rules, actually. But that's about the gist, mhm."

Weiss breathed through her nose. "And you're all… literal gods and heroes? Is that also the gist of it? "

"Uhm…" Mash fidgeted.

"Yes," Ishtar spoke up proudly. "That's exactly right. Some of us are goddesses. "

She flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Weiss just stared. "I facefucked a goddess…"

Ishtar blushed furiously. "H-hey, now…!"

Weiss almost groaned. She had no idea what to make of it. She would never have predicted such a turn of events in her entire life, and being dropped that bombshell while surrounded by bombshells was terrible for her mental processes. Not only did she have to explain girlfriends and streamers away to her actual girlfriend, now she was saddled with things called Servants that lived to serve their master - her, Weiss Schnee.

As hot as it was to have that many beautiful women under her command, she knew that it was a very dangerous prospect. It made her strong, but she had no way to explain away her tattoos, the fact that she had people around her, or any of this 'mana' shit they all needed to survive. That sounded like a scandal waiting to happen, and she wasn't willing to go through that.

"I don't even know how I survived sleeping with all of you…" Weiss muttered.

"That's kinda Ishtar's fault," Eresh, her 'sister', who was actually basically her alternate self, said.

"Hey!" Ishtar huffed.

"She accidentally imparted a blessing on you," Eresh explained. "A fertility blessing. So…. yeah…"

"The only reason I can fuck like I have been is because of her, yes, yes," Weiss said bitterly. "I get it."

She tried to pour out another shot for herself, but her bottle was empty. She looked at it forlornly and sighed, now more tired than before.

"This is so messed up," Weiss lamented pitifully.

Mash fidgeted again. "U-uhm… Well, it's not… I mean, it's an accident, but trust us, it's not the end of the world. This stuff happens. There could be worse people to become a master! Honest."

Weiss glowered and sighed. "I just… I can't believe this is happening to me. Just when I convince myself this is all temporary, spring-break fun, it turns out permanent…"

Tomoe leaned forward to gently cup her hand. "Ah, don't fret, Master. Truly, it's not a big deal. Master - our other Master - can always summon more of us!"

You fucked me against a wall! Weiss groaned. "That makes no sense, either!"

Ereshkigal made a face. "Do you not want to be with us?"

Weiss looked at her and sighed. "That's not it - no, I am happy. It's fine, it's - it's just something that takes a lot to get around to." She gently rubbed her temples and sighed. "I mean… are you girls okay with this? Because this is pretty crazy to learn."

Eresh and Ishtar leaned forward. They were the ones sitting to either side of her, and so in the perfect position to slide together and lean against her. Tits pressed against her shoulders, making Weiss sigh gently.

"Oh, we're totally good with it," said the black haired 'twin'.

"Yeah!" Agreed the blonde. "It sounds fun! You're much more fun than Master. He's still busy being like, all lovely-lovey with the big-titted bimbo Servants -"

"-Hey-"

Weiss just sort of sighed.

"Look, I don't care one way or the other," Melt told her directly. Her entire expression was sour, though, as if she hated the place she was in - as if the bar was disgusting to her. "Let me do what I want, buy me nice things, and we're fine."

"I accidentally triggered a command seal and made you cum until you passed out," Weiss pointed out.

Melt flushed hard, then scowled even harder. "You shut your mouth."

Tomoe spoke up next. "Honestly, I don't like the idea of cheating on my husband… but he's not here and one Master is the same as any other, so I don't mind a little dalliance here and there."

Last was Raikou, and she was the one that seemed to be the most upset.

"I hate this," Raikou declared. She crossed her arms under her giant bustline, catching Weiss's eyes the wrong way. "However, you have more than enough command seals to compel me into reluctant obedience, so it is what it is."

That was true enough - Weiss had apparently used a command seal to bind her. Raikou was not exactly obedient, but she was still tethered to Weiss, now. Likewise, Mash had explained that Raikou couldn't actually get out of hand with so many other Servants protecting Weiss, so it was a catch-twenty-two situation for the berserker.

Berserker. The idea of a 'class' named as such made Weiss's skin crawl.

Still…

"I literally pounded you into the ground without them," Weiss told her. "I don't -"

The look Raikou gave her could freeze lava.

Weiss gulped, brushed her white hair, and looked around the table again. She stared at all the girls one by one, then turned back over to Mash. "What about you?"

"W-well," Mash fidgeted, "like I said, uhm, I'm not actually subject to Command Seals, technically… and not yours. So I'm not yours to command, and, well, I have obligations, so…"

She looked like a flushing, nervous mess, and that made Weiss smile. Mash remained the most level-headed of all the Servant girls. Ishtar and Eresh were almost airheaded, Melt looked ready to stab a bitch, Raikou was about to stab a bitch, and Tomoe was entirely indifferent. Weiss remained confused, honestly. It was just too hard to think about.

"So… you girls all belong to me, technically," Weiss said, trying to find a way to sum it up in her head, "and you've all got special powers and stuff. And you require mana to survive, which I can only offer through sex. Yes?"

Mash blushed. Tomoe blushed, too. The rest fidgeted a touch awkwardly, leaving it to Melt to speak up in a very clinical, very crisp tone of voice. "Yes. That's about correct."

Weiss licked her lips and snorted. "I suppose there are worse ways to go about this."

"Yes," Raikou drawled dryly, "how lucky for you."

Weiss shrugged. "I don't mean to take advantage of you - any of you. I just wanted to… have fun. Hookups. I didn't intend…"

She trailed off.

She sighed.

"That doesn't matter," Weiss amended. "I suppose… we should spend this time getting to know one another, yes?"

"I feel like we've done that a lot already," Tomoe said with a gentle laugh.

Weiss rolled her eyes. "I mean, get to know one another as people."

Ishtar frowned. " Not with your dick?"

" With words, " Weiss stressed, now exasperated. "If we're going to be together like this, I want to get to know you as people. Or whatever."

They all stared at her.

Weiss sighed and raised her hand. "Waiter? Another drink, please - yes, just bring the whole bottle -"

It was going to be a long evening.

How am I going to explain this to Ruby? Weiss limited. She wanted back to her hotel room in a glum sort of daze. The idea of having a bunch of hot babes at her beck and call, literally on a leash, was hot… but it was also a scandal waiting to happen, and explaining that to Ruby seemed hard. What was she going to say? How was she going to explain it? It didn't make sense.

I guess I could have them show off like gods or something, she thought. That might convince her…

But how did she explain the sex thing? It was all so crazy. It seemed like a phenomenally bad idea, and she wasn't sure how to tackle it yet. She needed to –

There was a crackle, and a sound like a boom. There was a sudden gush of static electricity, so intense she could feel it through the carpet. She smelled ozone, thick and dizzying. A second later, there was a sword sticking out in the air in front of her. Quite literally, there was the tip of a sword jutting out in front of her. it glowed purple, and in fact, looked to be made of purple light, or something of the sword. It was almost ephemeral looking, making it all the more bizarre that it was jutting out from a point in space that didn't exist.

It was just half a sword, sticking out from… nothing. At first, Wesis just stared, her jaw dropped, not sure what to make of it. It was just another note of craziness in the entire situation, another crazy thing on spring break, and not something to fixate on. She just knew that if she took another step, she would have stabbed herself. She –

The sword moved. It sliced downward in one decisive stroke, cutting the very air itself. In its path, it showed a brilliant, scintillating portal of purple energy, something so bright that it hurt the eyes and so intense that it hurt her senses. The sword cut, opening a broad, wide portal, and then retreated, swift as sin. A second later, or barely even that, the 'portal' widened, showing a pit of crackling electricity that smell so strong it made Weiss's nose ache.

What the fuck? She thought.

The portal swelled, and a suctioning force washed out. Weiss gasped as she was struck by something like a vacuum, and realized, then, that the portal was some sort of attack, some sort of power or Semblance, and it was sucking her inside.

Is this the work of an enemy S - !?

Weiss was abruptly sucked inside the portal. She was tugged straight into it, slurped up by the purple doorway, and then disappeared from view. The portal closed seconds later, sealing itself away, leaving the hallway she'd been traveling upon mercifully empty – no one to witness her disappearance, no one to mark her sudden vanishing. If she never appeared again, no one would ever know what had happened.

But Weiss did know: she was falling. She was falling through a hazy purple light, falling through space and time, riding currents of electricity, until –

- Until she slammed face-first into the ground in front of her. She hit a sandy floor that was nothing like beach sand, but something far-finer and more cultured. Huffing, Weiss brought herself up on her forearms and blew the dusty stuff out of her face. With her brow furrowed, she lifted her head and saw a barren expanse of nothingness around her. That was really it, truly.

It was just a field of sand that stretched on as far as the eye could see. There were strange gate-like structures in the distance, arched and all tall and made of lacquered purple wood. There was no sun or moon, but the sky was a strange combination of purple and pink, like certain Sakura trees. Everything around her seemed formless, almost indistinct, and it confused her to no end.

"What…?" Weiss breathed.

"It's customary," said a voice, "to kneel before a god."

Weiss brought her head up, then, and she saw her. There was a woman in front of her floating in the open air – quite literally floating a few meters above the ground. She had one leg crossed beneath her, as if in meditation, and the other hung down listlessly, just waving in the air. It was all tucked together by a tall, firm body, wrapped up in a very loose-fitting kimono of purple silk. All across the fabric were marks in the shape of lightning bolts, sakura petals, and curls symbols like a tri-bolt.

Purple eyes glared at her. Purple hair fluttered in the wind; long, well-kept, and braided. Her face was beautiful, with a mole beneath her left eye, but utterly uncompromising and unmerciful. She definitely did not seem happy right then, and that made Weiss nervous. All of it made her nervous. Strange world, strange person, a beautiful floating woman that looked like she wanted to stab her - it was not a great situation.

"Bow, darling," a voice cooed into her ear. "That's a god you're looking at."

Weiss shuddered. She turned to look over her shoulder, and she saw none other than Yae Miko, the foxy woman she had banged just the other day, right there beside her. That only made it even stranger, and she really had no idea what to think - but Yae seemed insistent, and the woman ahead of her seemed uncompromising. So, smoothly, Weiss dipped down into a quick bow.

The purple-haired woman kept on glaring.

"Oh, don't be so menacing, Ei," Miko purred all too suddenly. "You're going to scare the poor girl."

"I am appraising, " the god replied.

Miko giggled against Weiss's ear. "You're doing that thing again."

"I am doing nothing," the god sniffed. "I am simply looking at this character of yours."

"Goodness me, I didn't think this would be so difficult. " Miko offered a luxurious giggle and urged a confused, unknowing Weiss up to her feet. "Weiss, this here is Ei, the Almighty Shogun, god of lightning. She's been dying to meet you."

Ei, if that was her name, sniffed. "You exaggerate."

Miko grinned.

Weiss just sort of baulked. She couldn't handle yet more gods, honestly. "A-ah. Hello, Ms… god?"

Ei stared at her inscrutably.

"She's been so curious about you after I told her what a good fuck you were," Miko purred against her earlobe. "And my girlfriend is the jealous type, you see…"

"Ah…."

Weiss's mind paused.

Girlfriend.

God.

Jealous.

She paled.

Fuck me.

"Well, uhm, Miss God, ah…" Weiss wrangled her hands together. "I'm sorry for any, uhm…"

Ei kept on staring. "What did you see in this girl, again?"

"She has a good cock," Miko quipped. "And she used it pretty good. Easy eight out of ten."

Weiss fidgeted, then frowned. "Wait. Hey."

"She's not much to look at," Ei pointed out. "Not compared to you."

"Awwww… that's cute," the fox-girl purred.

"I… I'm sorry," Weiss spoke up, "but can one of you explain what's happening, here?" Then, belatedly, "With respect, of course."

The god and the girl Weiss had fucked exchanged looks.

"You're a god," Weiss said with a pointed finger, "And you're some babe I fucked on the beach. What the hell is going on?"

Ei raised a purple eyebrow.

Miko giggled. "That's so cute! Normally, if you talked to Ei like that, she'd get mad. "

Weiss tried not to pale.

"Now, for your answers… this here is Ei's Plane of Euthymia. It's her mental mindscape; she can influence it how she wishes. Right now, we're out of space, away from the material plane."

Weiss considered that. "Oh…"

"We're both on vacation, you see, so we're trying to take things chill." Miko stroked Weiss's spine. "And, well… the other day, I explained to Ei how this little human girl got me off. That made her curious."

Weiss swallowed hard.

"Normally, of course, she'd just kill however touched me, but in this instance, she's willing to try you out herself." Miko started to push Weiss forward. "So congratulations: you're about to receive an amazing gift."

"It kinda sounds like I'm on trial," Weiss squeaked, her eyes wide.

"You are," Ei said bluntly. "So impress me, or… don't. "

Weiss did not want to know what don't meant.

Miko pushed Weiss in front of Ei. Two things happened, then. For one, Ei sat up straight, then slipped off her floating 'shelf' to stand in front of her. She was tall, Weiss learned. So was Miko, but Ei was much taller than Weiss herself. She was also busty, given the cleavage jutted up into her face. It took her back, and it made her nervous as hell.

"Uhm…." Weiss cleared her throat. "What, exactly, is going on here?"

"I'm giving you a chance," Ei told her. "Fuck me as well as you did Miko, and I'll let you go with a mere warning."

Weiss stiffened. "Huh?"

"My darling Ei hasn't actually been nailed in a few centuries or so," Miko told Weiss. "I mean properly nailed, you see; with a cock. So she's giving it a shot, since it's spring break… and you're the lucky girl!"

"I don't feel lucky," Weiss muttered back.

At that moment, Ei pulled her obi off and withdrew her kimono. In an instant, the purple cloth fell to the ground around her, showing off a naked body that was incredibly voluptuous. Not like Ruppe, no, and not quite like girls like Kallen or Rhea, but definitely in the Yang realm of 'great curves and good fit muscle'. Ei looked like she could smother her or snap her in half, and neither option seemed particularly incredible.

It was also hot, though. Her thighs were soft, her tits were squishy-looking, her skin was perfect. She was nice and lean and curvy, perfect for getting fucked, perfect for dominating. Weiss wasn't sure whether to be excited or intimidated, but she had a naked woman in front of her that apparently wanted to get laid, so that was… something, really.

"If I may -" Weiss started to speak up, and then abruptly stopped speaking up with Yae Miko abruptly shoved her shorts down and whipped out her dick. Her hands were fast and clever, so in seconds, she stripped off Weiss's bottom half entirely and dragged out that thick, many-inch slab of Schnee fuckmeat that had dominated a tenth of the beach so far.

Weiss squeaked.

"Huh." Ei looked down. "I suppose it looks kind of big."

"It is big," Miko hummed. "It'll feel bigger inside of you…"

Weiss just sort of stared, lost in confusion. "I - you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," said Ei. "I do."

Weiss set her jaw and nodded. "I mean. Uhm." She looked over that curvy body again. "Sure, absolutely, sure. I can do that."

"Good girl," Ei said flatly. She then slipped herself backward, and once more, she began to 'sit' on the empty air - floating above the ground, but now at waist-level. It was like a girl sitting up onto a dresser or a vanity, but there was just nothing there. It was bizarre, but when Ei spread her thighs, showing off her cunt, and when she adjusted her shoulders to make her tits bounce, Weiss honestly couldn't say no.

"Go," Miko hummed, and pushed on Weiss's back.

"Come here," Ei told Weiss, her eyes still burning bright, "And fuck me well."

Weiss couldn't say no. She quickly scrambled forward, nudged herself between Ei's spread thighs, and took her place there. She got in as fast as she could, planted one hand on Ei's amazing hip, and then used the other to guide her cock forward. The fact that she was going o fuck a god - and there was no denying that Ei was a god, given everything Weiss had seen so far - was crazy, but she was eager to try.

Granted, Weiss had no idea how to handle a god, a real god, not a Servant – but she could try, surely. She could try and align her hips with Ei's entrance while she stared at her expectantly, and she could try and push herself into place. With a sigh, her cock hit the hooded area of Ei's clit, but the god barely shifted – or she did, but subtly, almost indifferent. She held something like anticipation in her eyes, as if she was expecting something good, but not much.

Weiss knew that Miko was staring at her smugly from nearby. Weiss resolved to actually make a difference, though. She wasn't going to just be some toy, but rather to rock the girl's socks off. Whether she could get there or not was debatable, but she was going to try – so she dragged her cock down properly, brushing the head against the entrance of her slit, and pressed inward. She arched her waist, she used her free hand or palm Ei's powerful hip line, and with that, she sent her cock delving down.

There was a hiss from Ei, little more than a release of noise. That was it, really, as Weiss pushed down from there, her cock sliding into the warm hungry embrace of Ei's snatch. The walls of pink flesh parted against her shaft as Wesis so suddenly and so firmly pushed herself down, feeding that hard girth down into her wet core. She pushed, and just like that, she was entering into the snatch of a god of thunder – someone with far more power than Weiss could ever comprehend.

Honestly, she did not even know how a god could exist in Remnant, but that didn't matter. The mental landscape, such as it was called, clearly did not adhere to mortal rules, so Wesis was just going to go with it – and if going with it involved sex, well, she could manage that pretty easily. She rolled her hips, she adjusted her waistline, and she pushed down, just like that. She pressed into that hot, hungry pussy ahead of her, giving Ei her first taste of dick.

Ei hissed, the sound soft, and watched with her glowing purple gaze as Weiss pushed down into her., Unlike her fucking with Yae Miko, she moved with far more deliberation, far more steady, stoic determination. She eased that hardness down into her cunt at a methodical sort of pace, making sure to jab the thick length down into her wet and exposed core. She moved down by the inch, and felt walls part around her all too willingly.

"Interesting," Ei breathed out, her eyes bright and keen. "Very interesting."

"I'll get more interesting than that, Ei," Weiss husked back, her voice tight and controlled.

"Shogun," said Ei. Her voice was like iron, almost uncompromising. "Id id not give you permission to use my name."

Weiss gulped. "Shogun, then."

She pushed with her hips, ignoring the steel In Ei's tone and the firmness in her eyes. She watched her face twist, if briefly, as her cunt was filled up with cock – hard, deft inches of dic, which pushed down to fill her right up. Walls folded and swelled around her, and that tight pussy squirmed as it was properly stretched out for the first time. Though Ei did not show it, even a woman as ironclad as her could not remain that stoic around it. Still, she did not show much not yet.

Still, Weiss was not going to take that laying down. She pushed down and rolled her hips, stirring up that hot, slick pussy around her. It was just wet enough for forward action, conducive for sexual motion, so she could easily press and gyrate. She shoved out walls to make them stretch, and she eased them out to peel them apart. She pushed in and rolled, just working at Ei to try and draw out some sort of reaction.

There wasn't much to be had beyond the parting of lips and the flinching of eyes. The woman made a noise, a gesture, but not much – still, Weiss latched onto it. She rolled her hips backward, her body moving easily, showing off her depth of sexual experience. Whether or not that experience could please a god was subjective, but it sure made Yae Miko happy, so that was a good thing. Weiss had something under her belt to show for her efforts, and she just had to prove herself.

She pulled back. She did it smoothly, her cock grinding every inch of the way. She rubbed at Ei's slit, stimulating it, working against her. she pulled, walls shuddering, the folds swelling, as Wesis drew away. Ei's noises were softer, more subtle, and mostly straightforward. Still, even she let out a louder hiss when Weiss pushed right back down, burying her thick dick straight back inside. The meat of it moved to pierce that sodden pussy and stretch it out, much to her own satisfaction.

"You're so tight," Weiss breathed out lustfully. "You feel perfect around my cock, Shogun."

Ei did not say anything, not at first. She just sort of made a noise as Weiss pushed into her cut, filling her up with rock-hard dick. The movement was not intense, and it was not rough. She did not just slam her way inside, but rather instead paced herself, moving with surefire purpose she made sure that it was tight, strong, and deliberate, to better stretch those tight walls out around her. She wanted Ei to really feel it, and as she slipped down, that was exactly what she did.

Ei sighed gently and curled her fingers. She kept her legs spread when Weiss's hands moved to caress her flat, fit stomach, cupping muscle and soft skin. She eased her way down, her hips moving almost independently of the rest of her. She rolled, she gyrated, and she tugged herself backward, drawing that thick dick free with a wet little squelch of enthusiasm. Walls parted and shuddered around her as she moved, the intensity of it clear and palpable.

"It's not a bad feeling," Ei breathed out after a moment. "Perhaps, there's something to it."

"Awwww," Yae Miko suddenly quipped. Before either of them knew it, she appeared right beside Ei and wrapped her arms around her neckline. "Don't be so stoic, darling. Come on, live a little…"

"Miko…" Ei breathed warningly.

Weiss just watched. She saw Miko's tits squishing into Ei's neck, almost letting her use it like a pillow. It was a gorgeous sight, and definitely something she could appreciate when her hips moved. She pulled, working walls out around her, insides swelling and stretching in the seconds before she tugged backward. She drew out, the thickness of her shaft moved back, pulling free with a wet slurp of enthusiasm. Walls parted, insides shuddering, as she moved.

She rolled, then drove herself right back down. She pierced her walls full of dickmeat, easing them out around her with lewd ease. She pushed into the heat of her pussy to fill her up, cramming her full in seconds. That hard, thick shaft really did just control Ei's pussy and stretch it all up, filling it with nothing but Schnee fuckmeat – and Weiss loved it. Ei's reactions were more subdued, but Miko seemed intent on letting her friend live a little and experience new things.

"Don't you like it?" Miko purred against Ei's ear. "Come now, Ei. Tell Weiss how much you like her big, fat cock…"

Ei grabbed Miko by the back of the head. The fox-girl yelped, her ears twitching, in the seconds before their lips smashed together. Weiss stared, blinking with surprise, at the baffling sight ahead of her. She was not sure what to make of it, but it was hot as hell. She would not complain, and instead watched as Ei bit Miko's lower lip or kiss her hard. She stared at them making out while pushing and thrusting, methodically going at that busty, curvy body.

She eased her cock in and out, not quite slamming, but definitely going fast and deep. She pushed all the way down to the base, pelvises thudding together, and then nudged herself backward. She pulled out, drawing free with a hot, wet slurp, the tightness of walls shuddering about her. She drew in and pulled out, working herself as best as her small body could handle. Inches and inches of stiff dick ground against those inner walls, rubbing against them just right.

The kiss broke. Ei pulled herself around, almost adjusting her torso, and offered a glance at Weiss. "Faster, girl."

Weiss bit her lip. "Of course, Shogun."

She tried not to say she was being subservient, but she basically followed the god as if she was on a leash. She was not sure what else there was to do, really, as she fucked away between her legs, driving her cock down smooth and steady. She worked the hardness of her shaft down, pounding into the depths of her hot pussy.w alls stretched and swelled out around her, accepting her hardness with each movement that she made – in and out, backward and forward again.

Tits wobbled and shook the harder and deeper she went at Ei. Those full, fleshy masses shook around, matching the gentle fluttering of purple hair – but the Shogun remained mostly composed as Weiss rutted into her. Still, her face flushed and her breath came out in hotter, huskier growls, the pleasure of it clearly taking hold. She licked her lips and stared at the white-haired girl rapaciously as she moved, observing every reaction as if committing it to memory.

"See?" Miko husked out. "It's good, right?"

"It's good enough," Ei relented. "I can see why you recommended her."

"This vacation is all about living for a bit!" Miko cheered. "New experiences!"

"Stop selling it to me," Ei sighed. "And just shut up and kiss me."

Again, Weiss got to stare at Ei and Miko making out. It was shocking, in its own way – but delightful to see. Two gorgeous babes, making out, locking lips and kissing frantically – what wasn't to love? She could stare and enjoy, and that was exactly what she did. She watched, she stared, and she admired the lewd sight without much thought. She just sort of sighed and shook her head at the perverse display, happy to take it all in.

Lips met and slurped together, showing off a very lewd kiss. At the same time, the pair's hands moved. Ei palmed Miko's breasts, squeezing and squishing those full mounds in her palms. At the other end, Miko's hand moved down to go straight for Ei's sex – and before We knew it, Miko was rubbing circles into Ei's clit, pleasuring her a bit more while a thick dick rutted into it. It left Ei sighing even more, to all their pleasure.

Weiss fucked forward, sliding between those full, athletic legs, while Miko worked her fingers down. It was a moment of rubbing, stimulating, and breast-squeezing, all perfectly luscious and indulgent. Weiss raked it all in, drinking in the sights, while moving her hips with hot gasps and lustful presses. Her dick drove down, pounding into her wet snatch, taking Ei and trying to make her feel good – and when she started to moan, the Heiress knew she was doing a good job.

"That's it," Miko moaned against Ei's lips, "Cum for her, Ei, cum around her fat fucking cock…"

Ei hissed, then kissed her harder. Honestly, they almost weren't paying attention to Weiss, but that was oddly hot in its own way. She was almost a living dildo, but that was okay – as long as she got to keep on moving, that was. She thrust in and out, working her dick backward and forward, fucking and sliding while Ei was almost fingered. Just a bit more and more, driving into that hot, slick embrace filling her right up to the brim and then some – and soon, she felt the rewards for her efforts.

Ei came around her cock. It was hard to tell the reason why, but thankfully, the reasons did not matter whatsoever. Weiss jerked her hips and slammed into that greedy, clenching hole, stretching it out even while it came around her. walls milked her shaft with immediate ferocity and juices surged out with ferocious heat, coating her over in thickness. Weiss could not help but groan at the feeling of it, honestly.

"F-fuck," Weiss swore. "Shit… Y-you're really liking it, huh, Shogun?"

But the Shogun was too busy with Miko to say anything. Weiss didn't need words, at the very least, not when she had a hole spasming and clenching around her. juices surged against her, washing around her cock, and offered yet more squelching when she thrust. Weiss kept on thrusting, too, burying that fat dick inside, pumping through the milking walls of a hungry cunt with pleasure. She thrust, and she thrust hard, her hips moving with endless enthusiasm.

Weiss breathed hot and heavy. She pumped her hips, but felt her climax approach rapidly. It was too fast, too hot, to resist, and she was not inclined to even try. Each movement she made brought more stress, made her feel more tired, and wore her down just that much more. She had to cum. She had to let go. She kept at it, though, for just a little bit longer, going for broke, trying to get the most out of that milking, spasming cunt as she could –

"Fuck!" Weiss groaned. She slammed down, her hips jerking unconsciously. A second later and she blew out her load, carelessly pumping the rich hotness of her seed out in velvet strings and gooey, dense rushes. Hot cum poured out at a rapid-fire pace, sloshing along the length of her fluttering quim. It bathed her in delicious warmth, surging along her walls in rich rushes, coating and plastering everything in reach and then some besides. Hot, gooey warmth plowed headlong into her silken furrow, gumming it all up with its immediate, delicious ferocity.

Cum poured out into Ei's hole, coating her up and filling her to the brim in seconds. There was just so much, as if Weiss was a backed-up stud. She wasn't, not entirely, but that didn't matter. She grunted, pushed down fitfully, and poured out her load into that hot tunnel of flesh. Cum poured out and rushed along, pouring out through the length of her. She stuffed Ei up with a hot, gooey creampie, making sure to let her really have it – to experience her first creampie properly.

But, though Ei had cum, and though she was now filled up, she was practically fixated on Miko. Which, when Weiss considered it, was not a bad thing, and more or less made sense given how pretty Miko was – but, still. The teenager stood there, breathing hard, while her cock spurted out the last of her load. She had fucked and filled a god up with her cum, and that god was acting very much distracted.

Bizarre.

Before Weiss knew it, she stumbled backward. Ei rather unceremoniously moved her legs, twisted, and pretty much kicked Weiss back. The girl landed on the ground with a thud, her mind confused, her eyes blinking rapidly. She stared up at Ei as she pulled herself out of her sitting, leaning pose, and unfolded herself back up to her full height. Voluptuous curves jiggled and lean muscles flexed as she stretched, seemingly impassive.

"Miko," Ei announced, "I'm in the mood for drinks and sweets."

Yae Miko offered a roguish sort of grin. "Of course, Almighty Shogun…"

Ei looked over at Weiss. "That wasn't bad. I understand what Miko saw in you."

"Uhm…" Weiss frowned. "Thanks…?"

"I judge you worthy to join my harem," Ei said bluntly, as if she was giving out an order at a restaurant. The words, though, made Weiss just sort of baulk.

Weiss had just come back from a meeting where she learned she owned heroes and gods. She had girlfriends. She'd fucked a dozen girls across the beach. She was the one that made harems, not a god like that. She was the one that collected girls, not the other way around. She was a Schnee, of the SDC. She wasn't someone else's leashed bitch, that was for sure. And, maybe it was the alcohol talking, but Weiss lifted herself or her feet, angry and upset, and released a defiant snarl.

"I am no one's bit –" She started to say.

Ei turned to look at her, hand cutting through the air decisively. Her eyes flashed and then burned with purple light. The sky around her, the Plane's atmosphere, darkened considerably, and storm clouds thickened in the air above. There was a boom of thunder, loud and echoing, so much so that Weiss swore it would give her hearing damage.s he saw lighting flick and lick across the clouds, tickling the heavy gray fluff with iridescent lilac.

"That sounds great," Weiss apologized an instant later. "Perfect, really. Mhm. Yes." She offered out her hand. "Shake on it?"

She was no one's bitch, that was for sure. But… a god was a god, and a god inclined to violence was probably a bit out of her league.

Ei reached out. She did not touch her hand, but instead planted her fingertips down on Weiss's bare hip. It was a common place for a girl to get a tattoo, and that was almost exactly what she happened. In a second, a strange symbol composed of three electric-like arcs marked her skin, stamped down there in deep purple ink. It was something close to a tattoo, and it marked her flesh rather keenly.

"That's my symbol," Ei told her. "You are now my property."

Weiss flinched, but kept on looking stoic. "G-great."

"It means you can access my realm whenever I desire your presence," Ei explained. "No matter where you might happen to be in reality, you will always be able to return."

Weiss gulped. Turns out, she wasn't even safe at home.

"Congratulations!" Miko cheered. She skipped cover, her ears flicking around, and planted her arms on Weiss's shoulders. "Looks like you've been officially inducted into Ei's inner circle of sluts."

"Uh…" Weiss frowned. "…Uhm. Thanks?"

Miko giggled and waved her hand. "I look forward to having a lot more fun with you, Weiss… Personally, of course…"

Weiss glanced at Ei, then back again. "Of course."

"Miko," Ei sniffed demanding. "Sweets. Do you think they have dango here?"

"We'll find out," Miko purred in response. She slipped away from Weiss, and –

There was a bright flash of light, just like before. There was a sensation of falling through time and space and then, before she knew it, she was back in reality – some ten feet above the ground. She yelled, she fell, and she hit the sandy beach with a thud. As pain shot up her spine, she stared up at the clear, not-lightning-clouded sky, and wondered just what the fuck had happened.

Was that a dream? She thought. A glance at her new 'electro' tattoo confirmed that it had not been. What the fuck was that… what the fuck is my life anymore…

Weiss laid back for a long, long moment. Then, sighing, she brought herself up into a sitting position and began to shuck the sand away from her skin. She was on the south end of the beach, which meant she was very far away from her hotel room. Minutes ago, she'd been basically in the hallway outside of it. Now, she was at least half an hour away.

She could have dropped me off closer, Weiss grumbled. Damnit…

All the while, she considered the day's events, what had happened, who she had committed herself to, and above all, how the fuck she was going to explain that all away to her girlfriend back home.

She was going to need to figure out a good way to sell it to her, and then she was going to need a lot of practice to execute it perfectly.

Thankfully, she had most of spring break to figure it out – just a week or so left, after all, and then she would be back home, in Ruby's arms.

As Weiss cleaned herself off and started to leave that end of the beach she had been so unceremoniously dumped on, she totally, entirely missed the strange, purple-haired girl watching her from the tanning beds.

Chapter 9: The Ninth Day: Viper, D.Va, Silver Wolf, and

Summary:

his chapter features: Viper from Nikke, Silver Wolf from Honkai: Star Rail, D.Va from Overwatch, and a silly little unimportant who is that Kouhai.

Chapter Text

Weiss Schnee was worried. She was pacing around her hotel room, moving around in circles. She bit her lip, brushed her hair, and fumbled with herself. She was well-slept, freshly-showered, yet still entirely, totally nervous. She had on a very elegant, slinky, low-cut top she'd tied up just around her navel, and then a pair of little shorts around her hips. She looked elegant, but felt like a nervous wreck.

Just hit the button, Weiss, she told herself. You've done way worse before. Just hit it!

Weiss's foot hit something instead, and she stumbled. Hissing, she looked down and found that she'd stepped into a bra, catching her feet and nearly tripping her. Who the hell - ?

It was yellow, and that made Weiss flinch even more. She knew who that belonged to. She didn't remember the last time she'd had a quickie with Yang Xiao Long, sure, but she'd clearly left a bra here in the last few days when she had. That made Weiss felt awkward; not for the bra, which she picked up and tossed aside onto her arm chair - a chair that now had four bras and six bikini tops on it, each belonging to a different girl - it was the fact that it was Yang's.

Yang, her roommate; Yang, the sister of Ruby Rose; the older sister of Weiss's girlfriend, Ruby Rose. The girl whose contact was on Weiss's scroll, with her thumb over the call button. The situation with the bra was part and parcel of the entire situation: Weiss had fucked Ruby's sister behind her back. In fact, she'd been fucking many girls behind her back.

The bras and bikinis left behind in Weiss's room were just a small tally of all the girls she'd banged across that time, over the nine days of Spring Break. She'd been cheating forever, and each day, a tiny little nugget of guilt had bothered her. She'd texted Ruby, sure, but she had not even called her. Weiss, being a properly raised girl of Atlesian high nobility, couldn't let something like that stand.

But she'd been trying to call her for an hour now. She just kept on getting cold feet, struggling to hit the button. Each time she did so, she would think about what new babe she'd banged, or she'd get a text on her Scroll from some slut that wanted a hit, and she would falter and flinch. It was silly, really. It was aggravating, yet there it remained, guilt buried in her throat.

hey bby, came a message from Cammie Wanna meet up?

Weiss scowled and swiped left. Weiss, be a proper woman. Call your girlfriend. Don't be a - don't be a Whitley.

She mustered up her courage, gathered all of it together, and stabbed her thumb against the call button. Her first hit missed, though, with the touch screen shivering. Again, she dragged down, and then hit the button properly. Her Scroll began to vibrate as she called Ruby, and now, Weiss put all of her concentration on what would be a nerve-rattling Scrollcall.

She held her breath, though, as she waited for the call to be answered. It took several rings, which was strange; Ruby was very fast and very snappy to answer her phone, especially from her girlfriend. That was strange, and she knew it was instantly. Still, she was undeterred, if totally confused, her throat thick, her heart pounding with angst.

Weiss looked down at the queue card in her other hand - the one where she'd written out her entire speech about cheating and being sorry and all that sort of thing. She prepared to read it over one last time, just to make sure she had her lines right and that they sounded proper. She -

"Weiss? Hey."

The voice that answered the voice was low, rattling, and rather husky. It was definitely not Ruby, and very distinctly Blake Belladonna, Yang's girlfriend and their final team member.

"Uhm…. Blake! Hey?" Weiss frowned and cocked her head. She lifted the Scroll up to her head and tilted it, adjusting to the flat screen. "I didn't expect you to answer."

"And I'm surprised that you're not dead," Blake said with her usual dry wit, making Weiss roll her eyes. "You haven't called all week. We started to think you'd gotten too much sun and died."

"No one dies from too much sun - ugh." Weiss sighed and shook her head. "Yes, I know, I've been really out of touch. I'm really very sorry about that."

"Apologizing, too? You must be drunk," Blake chuckled over the line.

"I-It's too early to drink," Weiss scoffed off-handedly. "And - and yes. I am sorry for not being in contact. Things have been… hectic. That's no excuse, but uh. My brain has been all over the place."

"Mhm. Ruby's gonna be glad to hear that…"

Weiss nibbled on her lip. She sat down on her bed, then adjusted herself. "Speaking of, where is Ruby? Why are you answering her Scroll?"

"Ruby's in the washroom, forgot her Scroll outside."

Weiss nodded in understanding. "I see."

"She's trying on new clothes," Blake then said a bit suggestively. "We went shopping. I found a few outfits that I'm pretty sure you're gonna love…"

Weiss blinked in total confusion. "Oh. Ah. Really? I wouldn't expect something like that?"

"Oh, look at that, there she is -" Weiss heard the Scroll shuffle around. "Hey, Ruby. Whoa, you're looking good…"

Distantly, Weiss heard her girlfriend. "Oh, thanks! It isn't like, too tight, right?"

"Nah, it's just good -"

"-But like, what about -"

"Forget that, look - Weiss is on the line -"

Weiss flinched when she heard a squeal. "Really!?"

"Yeah. Here, throw it on facecam and let her get the first look at that -"

"-Mhm! Sure!"

The Scroll's video camera clicked on, and at first, Weiss had a view of her dorm back at Beacon: barren, somewhat empty now when it was missing two out of the four girls, but still dominated by bunkbeds. There was a heap of clothes on Ruby's bed, and all were in blacks and reds. Weiss saw all of that in a single, whipping second, until, finally, she was looking down at Ruby Rose from a high-up angle.

It was not the usual Ruby Rose. For one, her hair had been cut and gelled in a slightly different, spikier sort of fashion. Not much of a difference, but a small one. The real difference was the clothes Ruby was wearing, and that was something that absolutely floored Weiss. What she saw was, essentially, a coressette. It was a tight-fitting black outfit that hugged her torso, her waist, and most importantly, her tits, and was contained with a series of criss-crossing laces up and down her front.

Ruby's waist and stomach had never looked curvier or more appealing, and her tits had never looked bigger. The corsette hugged them, propped them up, and cupped them about the halfway mark; it offered a vision of rounded slopes, curving white flesh, and compressed, squishy cleavage. Ruby's typically average breasts looked meaty and plump, and Weiss was almost drooling.

That led down to a skirt that was even shorter than the usual, offering a gorgeous glimpses of soft thighs. She still wore stockings, but they went up to her thighs to keep a good 'thigh gap' present between knee and skirt. It was the most suggestive outfit Weiss had ever seen her girlfriend in, and it looked so fucking lewd compared to her usual clothing. It was, in a word, absolutely stunning, and Weiss's dick engorged with desire.

Weiss loved her girlfriend, but she had never before wanted to shove her face into her tits so fucking bad. It looked so good and so damned surprising that she nearly dropped her phone, and only barely kept her grip.

Blake I'm going to buy you tuna for the rest of your life, Weiss told herself. This is the best gift ever.

"H-Hey, Weiss!" Ruby almost stammered shyly. Very shy, in fact. Her face was red, clearly showing that she was nervous about the look. "H-how do I look?"

Weiss had pretty much lost all her composure and was outright drooling. She actually did not say anything, but through the videocall, she was outright staring at Ruby: ogling her, drooling over her, just shamelessly eye-fucking her girlfriend. Shy thought Ruby was, she was not inexperienced or stupid; she noticed the lack of a response, and then laughed out loud for it.

"You're such a dork, Weiss," Ruby laughed, and that snapped Weiss out of her shameless staring.

Weiss, though, was still red in the face and blushing with confusion, so she shook her head and said, "W-well, when you drop something this good on me, what do you expect?"

"Oh? So you like it?" Ruby then cooed, almost forcing Weiss to nod enthusiastically.

"I love it," Weiss told her honestly.

Ruby giggled shyly, yet pleasantly. "Thank Blake for it, then. She convinced me to get it!"

"I will," Weiss promised. "I swear I will." she cleared her throat and leaned in, practically rubbing her nose against the Scroll. "It's so good to see you again, Ruby. I've been really missing you."

"Awwww." Ruby grinned and did the same thing, almost nuzzling her phone. "I really missed you, too! It's been way too long since, uh, since you called."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Weiss apologized. "Things got out of hand."

"You're here now," Ruby said with fluttering lashes, "And that's all that matters."

"You two are such dorks," Blake then said from somewhere else in the room. Ruby pouted and rolled her eyes, drawing a chuckle from somewhere around her. "I'm going to head out for a bit, Ruby. I might as well call Yang, too."

"Sure - see you later!"

Weiss shuffled. "I'm going to have to buy her something really nice for this treat, honestly."

Ruby laughed at the screen. "You really like it, huh?"

"You look stunning," Weiss told her honestly, "It's an amazing makeover."

Ruby laughed. "It's just some clothes. And look! You're just staring at my chest."

Weiss laughed, too. "It's a very nice chest."

"You think so?"

"I know so," Weiss said with drawling confidence. "So… makeovers, new outfits… tell me, what else have you been getting up to this last week?"

"Oh, same old, same old. I mean, there are no classes, so we're all kinda just on vacay. I went back home for a bit, then Blake and I have been like, exploring the city. It's been fun -"

"Is that so?" Weiss asked - and then kept on asking questions. She pointedly asked Ruby about her life back in Vale, about what she had been doing over the course of those eight-and-almost-nine days. She asked about friends, family, events, how the school was, who was still there, and anything except for addressing the whole reason she'd wanted to call in the first place.

That was, until Ruby laughed and shook off her question about the teachers of Beacon to instead say, "Hey, that's enough about me! I'm dying to know how your first spring break is going, Weiss!"

Weiss went red.

Ruby leaned into the phone eagerly, her silver eyes wide with interest. "Like, how is it going? I see you're a bit more tanned - did you get some sun? How is it with Yang? Is she bothering you and stuff? Causing trouble? Did you make friends? Meet any cool people? Oh, is the room nice? And -"

Ruby's rapid-fire questions came out one after the other, making Weiss flustered. But, soon, she was simply sweating bullets with the realization that she had to finally admit the reasons for her call, what she'd been doing, and what had happened. It might be the moment she ruined things for herself and for Ruby. Or, maybe Yang would be accurate, and Ruby wouldn't' care about shameless hoes on break.

She decided to rip the bandaid right off and spurted out, "I'm sorry, Ruby!"

Ruby stopped talking and cocked her head. "Hah?"

"I am so sorry," Weiss said, and bowed her entire head in ashamed dismay. "But I've been 'cheating' on you for all of spring break!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Ruby chirped. "What? Like… what?"

Weiss spurted out her words in a rush. "Look I've been here and everyone's been really shameless and horny and I've been getting really drunk thanks to Yang but it's not her fault and I've been pulled into bed with a bunch of girls but it's not really an accident and I've been really enjoying myself because they're all such sluts but actually I've been doing it on purpose because the girls are seriously hot - but not as hot as you, sure, but I'm really sorry, and I've been fucking them a lot, like non-stop, day after day, and that's why I wasn't calling and I've been a really shitty girlfriend and I'm so sorry for cheating on you and -"

Her words, in hindsight, came out in a horrible rush, a giant paragraph without time to breathe or steady her voice. Compared to the queue card she'd prepared, which was poignant and elegant with time-stamps and spots for take a rest and let Ruby yell at her, she had become a mess. She was as eloquent as Jaune, which was an abysmal fate for anyone.

And worse, Ruby was quiet the entire time that Weiss had her head down. She said nothing as Weiss explained her cheating, getting more and more in detail with each word, until she was spitting out names and times of when she'd banged and who she had banged. Still, her girlfriend said nothing, and since Weiss had her head bowed the entire time, she could not see her expression.

That was, until Weiss, still sweating bullets and practically crying, stopped talking and simply breathed.

"Uhm." Ruby cleared her throat. "So… what are you sorry for?"

What? Weiss looked at her queue card. She'd written out most common answers to cheating the back, copied out all the most common answers off the internet, and then highlighted the ones Ruby was most likely to use. Not one of them said 'what are you sorry for?', and she double checked to make sure.

"Uh…" Weiss frowned and looked up. "For… cheating…? Because I fully expect you to hate me now? And never forgive me?"

"Oh. Is that it?" Ruby cocked her head. Her face looked… unimpressed, and almost confused. "I forgive you?"

Weiss stared, stunned, confused, at her blank girlfriend. "...Ruby, aren't you supposed to be mad at me? Screaming at me? For… cheating? Literally sleeping with women that are not you? Getting their numbers? Cheating???"

Ruby just sort of rubbed the back of her head and laughed awkwardly. "Uh, Weiss… Like…Yang already told me?"

Weiss went blank. She felt her heart give out. "What?"

"Yeah. She asked me for permission before you guys left?" Ruby shrugged. "I felt bad about not going, and Yang pointed out you'd be lonely and kinda horny, so I said it was okay. And like, she's texted me some pics and stuff."

Weiss wanted to faint. "Hah?"

"That vid with you guys and the, uhm, the aunt and the girl, in the hottub? The blue-haired-girl, one had green hair? I think? That was hot."

Weiss felt back on her bed, totally floored, as if she'd just gotten the life beat out of her. Her Aura, her literal Aura, a magical shield that protected her from harm, flickered, as if she'd taken a direct blow.

"H-Honestly!" Ruby stammered as she saw her girlfriend nearly pass out, "I'm actually super impressed that you managed to land so many babes! You're like, mega-awkward. I kinda thought it would be like, one or two people, not uh. Like. A few dozen babes."

Mega awkward. Weiss laughed faintly, but remained shocked. Totally, brain-dead shocked. "Y-yeah. Is that… so…"

"A-and hey, if it helps, I wouldn't mind some pics!" Ruby offered her a thumb's up. "Or a vid! Those would be nice. I like hot girls too, you know?"

Weiss was floored. Stupendous. It was like she'd been rug pulled. Yang had told her it was okay to cheat, but she'd already asked permission from the start. Not only that, she was telling Ruby already. Her girlfriend knew, and Yang had said nothing, like the little shit she was. Weiss had panicked, turned to the internet, dreaded that moment, all for some dumbass prank.

All she could say was, "I might have some pictures…"

Ruby looked flustered that she had basically knocked-out Weiss, and so stammered out a few words. "Honestly, the only thing I'm mad about is space! Uhm - I dunno how we're gonna like, fit your new harem at Beacon, eh?"

"...Harem…?"

"We might have to ask Headmaster Ozpin to make an entire new wing just for you!" Ruby joked. "Maybe the Schnee fam will sign off on it, huh?"

Weiss just stared and marveled. "Ruby… are you actually okay with this? You can't be serious...?"

Ruby laughed it right off. "I am! Honest. I don't care. Like, if you didn't like me, you'd just break up. I'm not there, so someone else has to make sure you're not lonely and grump!"

Weiss's heart swelled. "That's…"

"Honestly, if you bring me home a girl as a personal souvenir that I can have fun with, I'd forgive you for life," Ruby joked.

Weiss laughed faintly. "Just tell me a cup size."

"Make it a surprise!"

Weiss laughed and shook her head in disbelief. She was not sure what to say or do. "How did I get so lucky to land someone like you?"

"By being yourself," Ruby chirped in response. "Oh! That reminds me - I missed the stream yesterday, but I heard that, like, D.Va is on the island? Did you meet her yet?!"

D.Va, Ruby's favourite streamer and e-girl. Weiss could only nod. "Yeah, I did. I… fucked her, actually, aaaaand we're technically dating, technically, actually. That was… something I wanted to bring up, so -"

"YOU'RE DATING D.VA?!" Ruby roared with excitement. "OH MY GOD, TELL ME ALL THE DEETS PLEASE - "

And so, Weiss did. She explained to her in very, very clear detail how she had met Ruby's favourite egirl, how she'd gone with her to get Ruby an autograph, how she'd nailed her, promised to date her, then went on a stream with her to boot, all while Ruby cooed and celebrated it. She did not care that she was listening to Weiss talk about how she was fucking another woman, or promised to date another woman. She only cared about the cool details about her favourite GF paired with her favourite E-thot.

"I'm so sad I missed yesterday's stream, then!" Ruby whined. "I love those ones!"

"The…" Weiss distinctly recalled how NSFW it had been. "You… do?"

"Yeah! The lewd stretch goal ones!"

Weiss baulked. "...you do?"

"I use your card on it all the time!"

Weiss blanked. "You use my card?"

"The black one!"

Weiss literally was going to faint.

"They're so fun…. D.Va always brings on one of her cute friends on the breeding-streams…"

Weiss couldn't believe what she was hearing. "The breeding streams?'

"Yeah - stretch goals, then like, creampies? Like, over half of her friends have gone on and been knocked up on stream for some money. Crazy stuff. And you were on it!"

Weiss wasn't sure what was more mortifying: that D.Va got a bunch of her friends knocked up on stream, or that Ruby acknowledged that Weiss had been on a stream where girls regularly got bred. She had to understand the connections, but Ruby was all starry-eyed about it.

"You gotta get me some deets!"

"I… have a lot of deets, actually…"

Weiss and Ruby talked for a bit longer. Really, it was more excited questions from Ruby about Spring Break, and Weiss answering her. She was honestly in a bit of a fog, in a haze of confusion, really not understanding how something that should have gone so wrong was going so right. It was actually irrational how well it was going, how fine Ruby was with it all, how apparently content she was with that status quo.

I have the best girlfriend ever, Weiss thought faintly.

Their talk went on for a good thirty or so minutes, until Weiss's scroll buzzed with a notification from Yang. Still chatting, she looked it over with a glance.

Xiao-Long I guess all is good with Rubes, eh?

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Xiao Long hurry up tho there's an open air concert downstrs lots of hotties to hit up

Weiss bit her lip. "Ruby, I gotta go. Your sister wants to do something, but - but we'll talk later? Tomorrow morning?"

"Oh! Sure!" Ruby grinned and winked. "Hey, send me some pics though later on, okay? I wanna see the girls you've been sleeping with!"

"I - I will. I promise." Weiss gulped. "Love you."

"Love you too!"

Weiss clicked her Scroll off.

She sat there, flat on her back.

She stood up, in a listless daze.

She answered Yang. Be right there.

She immediately tripped over another bikini and slammed into the ground, listless, face-first, in a fucking daze.

A moment later, she texted Yang again.

I've fallen and I need help getting up, she wrote. My brain isn't working anymore.

Xiao-Long Told you Ruby wouldn't mind ;)

Weiss Schnee STFU.

All in all, things went pretty well.

The open air concert was pretty okay. It was just a band singing and doing rock stuff, which was fine. It was not exactly Weiss's style, but she had gotten used to those sorts of things, so it was fine to parade around in. Yang was far more bombastic and far more jovial, despite the fact that Weiss had decked her so hard she'd hit the pavement - all because of the whole Ruby Fiasco, as it was starting to be known.

"WHY?!" Weiss had shouted.

"Because otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten you out of your shell!" Yang laughed at her. "And hey - it worked out, right?"

Since Weiss could say no more to that, they willingly went to the concert to celebrate - and it really was celebrating. Weiss was honestly on cloud nine. Her biggest worry, Ruby, had finally resolved itself, and it turned out she was panicking over nothing. She was supportive. She was excited and eager. Weiss had permission to drink, fuck, and have as much fun as she wanted, with no repercussions, as long as she took pictures and got Ruby some girl-toy to enjoy later on.

I'm so lucky! Weiss cheered internally. She might have been pissed at Yang, too, but she could smash her brains out later or something in recompense. As it was, for the moment, she turned all of her attention to celebrating as hard as she could. Within the first half hour, Yang and Weiss were smashing back drinks like there was no tomorrow, outright drowning themselves in alcohol like they had iron livers.

Weiss was celebrating the fact that Ruby was okay with it all, that she had no problems with her girlfriend sticking her dick in any babe that looked her way. The sheer, shameless enthusiasm of her good mood was so infectious that Weiss couldn't help but bob to the music, bounce like an idiot, and drink an unhealthy amount of alcohol, until it left her brain buzzing and wriggling around in her skull like an overactive puppy.

She basically just slapped down her AtlasPlatinum() credit card down on the bar counter itself and turned it into an open bar for the entire crowd. At that point during Spring Break, Weiss had already separated all of her cards by colour and design: black for buying stuff, white for alcohol, blue for supplies, etcetera, etcetera - and without a dent on her personal wealth, she was able to freely buy drinks for everyone at the bar like there was no tomorrow.

And there wouldn't be a tomorrow, if everyone kept on drinking so heavily. As it was, Weiss earned herself high fives and friendly claps from all the fratdudes, and she had girls sliding up to her and cooing in delight over her treat. She got herself four or five new numbers to jam into her Scroll or written out on her arm, which meant about four or five new chicks to nail. At one point, as she was buying another round, she even had some slut sucking her off in public - and she just didn't care.

With girls looking to get into her pants and drinks to have, Weiss was happily celebrating her girlfriend. Quite literally, at one point, while getting sucked off, she toasted, "My girlfriend is the best!" and had received toasts - even from the girl on her knees in front of her.

A good, crazy day. And, after about an hour of hammering back so many drinks, cans, and bottles that Weiss was both at severe risk of alcohol poisoning and in need of a visit to the doctor to flush out her liver and her kidneys, she started to do what she did best: hunt for a girl to get into the pants of and fuck. Thankfully, there were infinite options of girls looking to fuck her. Weiss's next issue was just finding the best one to nail.

So many options, Weiss lamented, but I can only pick one to four of them. Ah, first world problems…

Her search did not last long. It was, rather poignantly, interrupted. Namely, there was a voice that hummed out beside her ear, close enough to make her spine shiver.

"Heyyyyy, sweetie," said the voice, "Is this seat taken?"

Weiss looked over. Her eyes widened. She looked upon a lovely, incredibly slutty girl with a very, very short white skirt, and a very, very tight halter-like top of white and pink wrapped around her body. It was an incredible body, with a figure that was all rolling hips, narrow waist, and then huge melon like tits that were in the upper range for sure - E's, probably, in a way that was evocative to Rupee from just yesterday.

Her tits were massive for sure, and stretched out against a pure, snow-white outfit with lots of little marks on it: zippers across the very front for easy cleavage-access, and then a pink strap beneath the bustline to secure those giant melons in place. It might have been sleeveless, but a pink, slinky jacket made it impossible to discern; it was distinctly a halter, however, and was capped off with a choker that looked like a collar.

Below the bust, it was an open field of white skin and the dimp of a pretty navel. It went to that very low, very short skirt, which left very little to the imagination. Soft, thicc skin went from stomach to thigh, which was cupped in something like white, sheer, thin fishnet stockings, purely for show and not for any serious protection.

Her face was gorgeous, too. Her hair was a pale colour, like a shimmering blonde or silver, something very, very light; it matched her pale skin and her almost pinkish eyes. She even had a face-mask tucked below her chin, making for a highly enticing view. She was just super pretty and super slutty, and Weiss was into all of it.

"This seat?" Weiss smirked. "It's definitely free."

"Hey, great!" The girl said, and then swung her short skirt around, practically flashing her ass - and avoided the empty seat to Weiss's left and plopped herself down into Weiss's lap, instead. She flinched, then yelped softly, as a soft, fat ass hit her lap, and rested itself down on the bulge of her cock - a clear, hard thing that had swollen up from the amount of alcohol and the amount of hot girls that had grinded against her.

"Well, hey," Weiss breathed out, "You're friendly."

The girl giggled. She looked over her shoulder and arched her back, pressing her ass down rather firmly into Weiss's lap. It made her sigh with enjoyment to have yet another slut grinding down against her, rubbing away at her overactive dick.

"What's your name, cutie?" The girl asked first, to Weiss's pleasure.

"Weiss Schnee," She answered.

"Nice, elegant name," said the pale-haired stranger. "Sounds important."

"I am," Weiss said confidently. As the girl rubbed her ass against Weiss's lap, she found herself even more aroused than ever.

"My name is Viper," purred the stranger, her voice rolling and cute, almost bubbly in quality.

"Viper?" Weiss raised an eyebrow. "What a… unique name."

Viper laughed a bit. She arched her spine and pushed back, really just going down on Weiss's covered, hidden, but incredibly bulging, dick. "I've been admiring you all morning, you know. You really caught my interest."

"Is that so?" Weiss was a bit at a loss for words. She had a girl that just sat in her lap and started grinding, which kind of put her on the back foot - but she couldn't lose her cool just from that. "I can safely say you have my interest right now, Viper…"

Viper looked over her shoulder a bit more and smiled. She was very, very pretty, and with her ass plopped down in Weiss's lap, moving and rubbing, it got her very hard, very fast. She rolled her waist just right and pressed down hard, making Weiss sigh quite happily. Her ass felt really nice on her dick, and her dick was very sensitive right then.

"I'm always looking for interesting people," Viper said rather innocently, despite the lack of innocence in her actions. "What brings someone like you out on spring break?"

"Just enjoying my time, my vacation," Weiss purred. She reached out and planted her hands on Viper's waist, resting there firmly. "Enjoying the sight, and the company…"

"Have you lots of good company, sweetie?" Asked Viper gently.

"I have, but I'm always looking for someone nice to spend my time and attention with," Weiss replied easily.

"Gosh, must be nice," Viper sighed a bit dramatically. "I haven't been on a good date in ages. Everyone is so stiff, so uptight… doesn't know how to treat a girl right."

"That's a shame," Weiss said sympathetically. "I would never leave a girl feeling lonely like that."

Viper hummed and rolled her hips, really just grinding down on Weiss's cock, now - getting her hyped up. Weiss happily ran her hands along those wide hips, fondling bare skin, slipping against the waistband of a skirt. She got into it really quickly, and was heedless and ignorant of the fact that it was some random stranger that had just sat in her lap with likely ulterior motives.

"Do you enjoy helping girls out, babe?" Viper asked gently.

"I do," Weiss affirmed. "There's nothing I love more."

"That's great." Viper fluttered her lashes. "I was hoping you could help me out a bit? Offer an opinion?"

Weiss bit her lip, yet smiled freely. "I'd love to. I'm always ready to lend a strange a helping hand…"

"Thanks, sweetie!" Viper cooed. She held up something- her Scroll, her phone, whatever it was, and brought it up. She flicked the screen on, flicked her finger over it a few elegant times, and then brought up a picture. It was a screen of lingerie, showing a display from some online store or other: elegant, high-class lingerie of a soft pink colour, lots of sheer fabric, and plenty of accessories.

The bra was low and curt, and connected not by a strap in the middle, but with a platinum loop. Strings arched around where the breasts would be, then down under the bra's wire, like fine little chains. The same went for the bottoms, which had arcing strings that would go around the hips, also connected with platinum loops and rings to tuck the strings together; more lashes ran across the pelvis, like the chains of a belly dancer's outfit.

"Oh." So that's how it is, Weiss thought. "That's very nice…"

"Isn't it cute?" Viper asked in a gentle, cute voice.

"It's very cute," Weiss assured her. She would happily go along with anything, honestly. Her hands moved along that waistline and up around the flat of Viper's stomach, now trailing fingers around her belly button. "I think that would look excellent on you."

"You think?" Viper flashed her lashes and pushed down hard against Weiss's dick. The Schnee Heiress wanted nothing more than to flip up that skirt and just go to town, fucking Viper as soon as she could.

"I'm very experienced with this sort of thing," Weiss assured her. She pulled Viper back firmly and sat up straight, making contact with her spine. She tucked her chin into her shoulder to look at her phone, now getting very intimate. "I think it would be stunning."

"You're so nice, sweetie," Viper chirped. "Then I guess this is what I gotta save up for next."

Weiss raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I can't, like, afford it right now," the beautiful stranger said sadly. "It's just too expensive, you know?"

Weiss smirked. I see. So this girl saw me flashing my credit card around, decided to rile me up with some innuendos and touching, and wants me to buy something for her. Classic… but frankly, I don't care.

"Put the order in," Weiss said eagerly. "I'll happily give you my card right now…"

Viper brightened up. "Awwww, babe - !"

"...Under one condition," Weiss said huskily. "You have to let me see you wear it."

Viper handed Weiss her phone. "Deal."

Weiss took the object and tapped in her card's details, then let Viper finalize the order. She noted the price, which was something like five hundred, but she did not know what that was in Lien - it was some other currency. It didn't matter. She didn't care. That small dent, in exchange for seeing Viper in that lingerie, was more than worth it.

"Done!" Viper purred a second later. "Wow, guess you are a big spender, huh, sweetie?"

"For the right girl, sure," Weiss hummed innocently, but was still fondling Viper's bare stomach. "And with the right incentives…."

"Gosh, Weiss, you're so kind," Viper said readily and eagerly. She leaned over and kissed Weiss on the cheek, making Weiss flush and harden. "Maybe, you'd be willing to help me out a bit more…?"

Weiss pulled a bit more on Viper. Now, the girl was laying out against her, back to chest, her head angled into Weiss's shoulder. She could see all of her tits, now, and it was beautiful. "Like what, gorgeous?"

Viper pouted, her eyes wide and almost teary. "Well, you see, baby, my hotel suite is just soooo crappy. It's like, the worst one around here, because I couldn't afford anything more than a cheap little motel…"

"That sucks," Weiss agreed softly, her eyes mesmerized.

"It totes does," Viper said seriously. "So, maybe you would be sweet enough to use that card to rent me a nicer suite…? I was thinking, you know, from the dazzling crystal hotel?"

Weiss looked up. The Spring Break strip had several hotels; the Dazzling Crystal, as it was known, was the one that Miranda was the manager of, the one that Weiss stayed at, and thus, the most expensive there. The student trip had free tickets, and most people were staying at one of the normal, average hotels around the area; Weiss, simply, had afforded the much better rooms at the bigger floors.

"The most expensive hotel, huh?" Weiss chuckled.

"Maaaaybe the penthouse suite?" Viper asked with fluttering lashes. "For the rest of the trip?"

Weiss smirked. "Expensive… Especially for just one girl."

Viper leaned back and pressed her lips against the edge of Weiss's ear. Her voice, when she spoke, came out in a low, soft whisper. "If you do, maybe we could spend the rest of the day breaking in my new bed…?"

Weiss smiled at her. She said nothing. She simply removed her Scroll from her pocket, pulled open the number for Miranda Lawson, the hotel manager, and started to call her.

"Schnee, what is it?" Miranda sighed instantly. "I'm working."

"Ms. Lawson, I happen to be calling because I believe you can expedite what I need," Weiss drawled, "And what I need is one of the penthouse suites of your hotel, for the rest of the trip."

"...Credit card first, then we'll talk."

Viper cooed and rubbed Weiss's cock with her ass the entire time that the two of them talked. She pressed down and grinded on her while Weiss talked, rented, paid for, and bought the suite for her. She seemed smug the entire time, as if she was some predator that had caught herself a tasty snack. She didn't understand that the money was a drop in the pond for Weiss, the richest girl in Remnant.

"I love new prey," Viper purred seductively not even a second later.

"It's room three-five-six-nine," Miranda said over the line. "Pick up your keycard at the front desk. Pleasure doing business, Ms. Schnee."

Weiss smirked and closed her scroll. "Would you like to go up right now?"

"Absolutely," Viper husked seductively. "Though.. I might need a bit of help carrying my luggage…."

"Sure thing," Weiss said eagerly. "My two hands can handle it."

Viper grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up to her feet, then started to lead her through the area. "Then follow me, babe… and keep those eyes on me…"

Weiss chuckled. "Of course; I can't look away."

"Oh, wow!" Viper cooed. She jumped right up onto the big, four-poster bed, and bounced onto it eagerly. She crashed down and sank into the plush, silk sheets, clearly in love. "Wow! This is so soft! So amazing!"

The room was immeasurably plush and impossibly lush. It was an expensive room, and it showed. It had a great, panoramic view of the entire strip, and it was a great view. It was big enough for a family to live comfortable, with rooms separated by silky gauze dividers. There was a living room with sky-blue couches, oak-wood flooring, and a giant screened television, and then a huge, open-space shower fit for a harem.

The bed was massive, beautiful, and stunning. The furniture was gorgeous. The chandelier was crystal, the minifridge was stocked, and there was even a bar filled with bottles that Weiss could smash in about a day. The carpet was fur, and the sheets were of silk. It was way better than her own room, and it definitely fit the price she had paid for it - but for a beautiful girl like Viper, she'd spend that cash just for a chance at her pussy.

"Isn't this place just amazing?!" Viper cooed happily.

Weiss grunted. "I think I'll be moving in here by the end of the day, actually. Better than mine…"

Viper giggled. "Oh, I don't mind that…"

Yet, Weiss was way too busy to actually admire it. Rather, she was, with one hand, struggling to yank in a bus-boy trolley into the room, one that was laden with giant suitcases, a multitude of purses and bags, and then other paraphernalia like coats and hoodies; in the other hand, she was carrying another huge suitcase of pink velvet, which matched the three bags she held on her right shoulder. Her left shoulder, meanwhile, had a heavy sack that held a vaguely gun-like shape. Vaguely.

Hopefully.

"By the Four Maidens," Weiss wheezed. "How… the hell… Do you have so much luggage?!"

Viper held up her hand. With the other, she took pictures of her room with her phone, then took selfies of herself on the bed, too. "Uhmmmm so actually it's because I've got a lot of clothes for some events I'll be doing with people!"

Weiss sighed. She released all of her bags, smacking them against the floor, and grunted. She smacked the door closed, then turned back around again. She rolled her sore shoulders, wrung out her sore hands, and whined, "are all these clothes really necessary? Like - how did you even get these on the plane?"

Viper held up one finger as if to shush her. With the other, she tapped on her phone and took a few more selfies.

"...What are you doing?" Weiss asked.

"Texting a friend," Viper hummed. "She'll, like, totes wanna see this in person, ONG."

"...ong…?"

Weiss waited. Then, after a moment, Viper skipped off the bed in a way that made her tits jiggle, brought herself up, and danced forward on easy feet. "Annnnnyyyway, yup! All these clothes are super necessary. For example…."

Viper looked at her luggage, pointed with her fingers as if counting eggs, and then reached into a pink suitcase. She reached in, she dug in, and then she pulled out a slip of pink fabric - a tiny, tiny little thing of slinky, almost latex-like pink. Next came a pair of white fishnet stockings, thick and sheer; then, a tie; then, cufflinks; then, bunny ears and a bunny tail. Soon, Viper was holding up a pink and white casino bunny outfit, showing it off to Weiss's stunned eyes.

"...This one! I call it, toxic rabbit." Viper grinned. "What do you think?"

"Yeah, that's absolutely necessary," Weiss said thickly, her mouth positively drooling.

Viper giggled. She spun herself around, her skirt flashing around her thighs, and turned back to her bed. She held the outfit up and walked forward, clearly playing it coy and smug. Weiss had been with more than enough girls now to know what was going on. Viper really thought she had Weiss wrapped around her finger, clearly. She thought she had some hapless girl who was desperate for a fuck, someone that would buy her stuff, carry her luggage, and do nice things for her, on the assumed promise of more.

"You know, sweetie… if you're a good little girl for me, maybe I'll just put it on for you, hm?" Viper cooed while walking away innocently.

Weiss did not do 'vague promises'.

She stepped forward very abruptly and she reached out. In a second, she slipped in behind Viper and abruptly grabbed her from behind. She reached around and clasped those huge tits in her hands, and right through Viper's clothing, and clamped down hard. Viper gasped when Weiss squeezed her tits hard, bending them around in her palms. She was effortlessly firm and totally in control.

"Oh!" Viper exclaimed.

Weiss squeezed those fat tits and yanked herself in. She shoved Viper against her, and then equally pressed her dick up against the curve of Viper's scantily-clad ass. She got in close and kneaded at her chest right through her clothes, shameless in the entirety. Her hips rolled, unsubtly grinding against her, moving like two shameless girls at a club. Utterly, totally, and entirely shameless.

"How about we cut to the chase and skip to the part where we break in your bed?" Weiss said huskily, her voice thick with desire. She shoved herself up against Viper's ass and squished her tits, making the pale-haired beauty giggle.

"You're so impatient," Viper sighed in a pleasant voice. "But… I'm willing to let you have your way with me…"

Weiss grinned. At the same time as that, she began to pull on Viper's zipper, drawing it down and over her giant tits. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw those amazing slopes of squishy, wobbling cleavage pop up and out, bouncing into life as the pressure of her outfit was released. Staring at all that doughy breastflesh had Weiss somehow even harder, like a steel sword.

"...So long as you agree to keep on buying me stuff," Viper chirped.

"I'll buy you whatever you want, whenever you want," Weiss told her. She stripped off Viper's shirt, then planted her hands on those huge tits. Feeling them in her hands, pressing down against them, filled her with lust and pressure at the same time. Squeezing them made her moan loudly and thickly. "As long as I get to hit this, I'm happy to."

"Deal," Viper sang out. "Thank you for your support, sweetie."

Grinning, Weiss released those huge, doughy tits, and began to strip Viper down. Viper giggled every step of the way, happy to let Weiss do all the work. She didn't mind if Weiss groped her tits, or if she kissed her shoulders. She definitely didn't mind it when Weiss pulled down her skirt, then all of her straps, ready to pull both underwear and stockings aside as fast as she could.

"Someone's eager," Viper hummed out pleasantly. "Who knew you were such a horndog?"

Weiss kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her thighs, fondling that squishy girl eagerly. "You knew that. It's why you approached me."

Viper laughed. "That's true, that's true… always the easiest marks."

"Talking about easy…" Weiss pushed Viper onto the bed. She did so shamelessly. As much as she wanted to worship that body, she could do that later. Right now, her dick was hard as a fucking rock, so she shoved the girl down and she whipped her dick out of her shorts as fast as she could. Dickmeat plopped out in an unsteady rush, a trembling pillar of throbbing flesh that was waiting - begging - to be plowed into soft female flesh.

"Oh, wow." Viper grinned broadly. "Look at that. What a cock."

She started to pull herself up on the bed with her tits jiggling, but Weiss was faster. She pulled Viper right down to the edge of it, making her giggle, and then rolled her on her side, so that she was perpendicular to Weiss. Eagerly, the white-haired girl pulled one thicc leg up, and then curled the other one around her waist, while mounting Viper from ahead - a corkscrew pose, as it was.

She sent her cock thudding down against soft, female flesh in the next second. She was already grinding herself forward, ready to get toward that pussy up ahead. It was clear, marked out by folds, and Weiss was stiff as a damned rock. She had to fuck. She wanted to. Viper was too hot, too coy, to pass up on. Alcohol and lust fueled Weiss, making her insatiable.

With her cock poised ahead, Weiss had no care in the world. Viper was way too fucking hot to resist, and she was now hard as a rock. She had pussy ahead of her; she had a cunt to take, enjoy, and abuse. She had a total, gorgeous slut of a woman ahead of her, and Weiss had long since blown past any position where she was going to hold back with a girl. Busty, curvy, teasing as hell, coy, and with broad, fluttering lashes. There was no way she wasn't going ot just ram her fucking brains out.

"Mmmmm," Viper purred at her, lashes still fluttering, her body still braced in that corkscrew pose. "Are you gonna fuck me with that big, hard cock, Weiss?"

Weiss grinned, if just for a second. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

Honestly, Weiss could only consider just how lucky she was as a chick to get intoxicated by so many hot girls she was scoring hour after goddamned hour, and she was in love with it. So it was, with really just brutal finesse, that she rammed her hips forward, using only one hand to brace her cock. She happily, and downright easily, sent that thick meat slamming forward into Viper's pussy, right at that very second. Not a preamble, not an ounce of hesitation, just firmness.

Raw, unyielding firmness. Her cock rammed forward, and in an instant, the bulbous, rubbery tip was penetrating another hot, glorious pussy. In an instant, heat surrounded her. A second later, tightness followed. The squish of a perfect pussy rolled against her shaft as the slim girl bore her hips forward, happily and effortlessly impaling it around her length. The pleasure was instantaneous; the satisfaction was simultaneous.

She had a gorgeous cunt wrapped around her cock, and as Weiss eagerly buried herself inside, she could only groan over it. She sighed in happy, delirious pleasure as she bore herself forward, slamming ahead into that soft and wet pussy. Her cock easily impaled it, for Viper, though tight as sin, was clearly not too tight and not too dry for her to fuck her. She was eager in her own way, and prepared for a good dicking, even if she didn't expect it to be so sudden and so brutal.

"Oh!" Viper gasped out loud, her voice leaving her in a sudden, fitful rush. "Oh, wait a sec - !"

Weiss hammered forward. She crashed into that tight pussy, and she sent her slim hips pounding against Viper's curled-up, spread legs. Flesh pounded against flesh as Weiss over-actively pounded her dick inside, drilling it into those soft, clamping folds. Thick meat speared it all out around her very, very easily, making it clear that no matter how tight a girl like Viper was, she could not compete or compare to Weiss's huge bitchbreaker of a dick.

"Dust," Weiss swore happily. "You're just as tight as I hoped you would be."

She reached forward. One arm hooked around Viper to brace against her hip, and the other moved around to plant itself on one of those big, fat, plump breasts ahead. She pushed her hand down in a sudden, clawing gesture, digging fingers into that soft and plentiful meat. The titty wobbled around in her hand for a brief moment as she clamped down, squeezing it just right. The satisfaction it brought her was just as pleasurable, just as intense, and she rather well adored it.

"Wow, you're really just going for it," Viper said in a sudden, breathy tone of voice. "H-hey, didn't know you had that in you, sweetie."

Her sing-song voice was one of pleasure. Viper was happy, in her own way, and it showed with how she twisted and how her face contorted. It was something that was pretty to look at, and Weiss really liked pretty things. She also really loved big tits and good pussy, and it was great that Viper had all of that going for her. Granted, she would be banging her regardless, but it was just a really big enjoyment for her to be in that kind of situation with someone so damned hot.

"With a body like yours," Weiss groaned, "How can I resist?"

"Mffgh!" Viper mewled with lewd exaggeration when Weiss rolled her hips around. Though slim, Weiss had been fucking for literal days on end, sometimes without even stopping to just live her life normally. Not only were her hips experienced with sex and other sexual movements, her body was becoming a bit more lean, tight, and athletic – not much, granted, but her entire diet consisted of: alcohol, bar snacks, occasional lunches, food stands, and sex.

She didn't drink enough to stay healthy. She didn't eat enough good food to put on weight. She fucked so much that she was actively losing weight and trimming herself down, on an already slender body. It was, really, just about normal for her stomach to crunch a bit smoother as she rolled her waist, and for her muscles to flex a bit harder when she pulled back. It was full-on, full-body workout routine, practically.

Damn, she thought to herself, I should make a self-help-workout guide when I get back home…

She rolled her hips back, pulling her big, fat dick free of Viper's clamping insides. She drew back, and as she did so, watched those soft folds hug and grip her cock so beautifully. For the moment, it was utterly astounding. She felt the joy and the enjoyment of it readily, enthusiastically, and couldn't get enough of the sight of her big, huge dick pulling out of a girl's insides. Of course, pulling out only made her want to immediately shove it back inside, which was another thing entirely.

"Oh, baby," Viper giggled pleasantly, though her voice was hot and warm. "That dick is almost better than money! Mhm!"

Weiss grinned. She squeezed one of those huge tits and slammed forward, her hips lurching without conscious thought. She didn't have to think or plan ahead about what she was doing; she just had to let her body, and her dick, move on autopilot. It was the easiest thing in the world for her to send that fat slab of meat pounding forward, burying itself into Viper's sodden quim. It took her less than half a second to impale that busty beauty with her shaft, the very head kissing those deepest of spots.

"Oh, fuck!" Viper moaned when Weiss slammed in just right. "Nnngh… you're definitely… really good with that thing, sweetie...!"

"Is that so?" Weiss teased happily. She squeezed that big, jiggling tit in her hand, and marveled at how amazing it felt. She would pay anything to own a pair of tits like that forever, really. "A big dick to match a big wallet."

"Mfhg, yes," Viper sighed. She fluttered her lashes even more and nibbled on her pretty lower lip, making for a real show. "Gosh, I could date a girl like you all the time and not get tired…"

"That's the point," Weiss laughed down at her. "See, Viper, I play for keeps."

She pulled her hips back again. She was moving quite powerfully, but for her, that was about the norm. she tugged herself back very quickly, her shaft pulling out of those warm, snug folds. She drew away as fast as she could, sawing outward in a delicious pull. Walls rubbed against her, making Weiss's spine tingle from top to bottom. It really was just grade-A pussy, some of the best she'd experienced. She was in love with Viper's body, just as much as half the girls on Spring Break.

"The fuck me," Viper purred out in a soft pant, "Like you own me."

"That's what I'm doing," Weiss said huskily. Again, she rammed down, forcing every last inch of that throbbing Schnee fuckmeat deep into sodden, squishy pussy olds. That fat, virile shaft of meat, potent and deadly, claimed yet another woman and added to its fearsome talley. Weiss could mark up an entire bedpost with sexual encounters now, and her cock happily added to it. It was an insatiable beast, and Weiss was happy to let it run wild.

Hammering into a delectable snatch was just beautiful. It felt so good around her cock, so wonderful to her mind. It was tight, and it was warm. Soft and squishy flesh wrapped around her like a glove, holding her nice and steady. She could not help but moan out as she killed herself deep inside, burying herself in up to the hilt. Cockmeat impaled Viper and filled her to the brim, until balls thudded against her wet slit and hips plowed up against thicc-set thighs.

"Fuck, Weiss!" Viper moaned out on the next hard shove. "S-shit – where do they grow dicks like yours, huh? Fuck!"

"People ask me that a lot," Weiss chuckled wetly. "And you know what? I truly, honestly don't know."

She rammed forward, then pulled backward. She moved hard and fast, her movements broad and deep. She was way too happy to he fucking that tight pussy, and she could not contain herself. Having a woman like that half on her side, her hips curled around, her one leg up, the other around her waist -well, Weiss was indulging in it all. She happily, fervently hammered forward, crashing bodies together with slick thumps, plowing flesh together with messy thwaps.

"Mhm!" Viper moaned out loudly. "Damn, sweetie – you've got m-more than anyone else I've e-ever even heard of - !"

Weiss smirked and laid into Viper. She swept forward hard and fast, smashing her dick ahead without containment. She met plump flesh and thicc skin, causing it to clap and to thud out of place legs rocked and wobbled with fervency as she drilled herself inside, making it all the more enjoyable. Just past all of Viper's squish, though, there was a layer of hardness. it was a bit strange, almost like she was clapping cheeks just to end up against a bulletproof vest.

But Weiss didn't focus on that, only on her words. "Then break up with them, Viper. You only need one boyfrie – er, girlfriend, and that's me."

"You're right, you're like, so right, babe," Viper moaned out. She grasped at the sheets beside her and looked at Weiss all heavy-like, but each time Weiss plowed into her soft cunt, those proud eyes winced and flinched. "I only need to keep you around, right? Fuck, right?"

"Absolutely," Weiss husked. Down she went, swinging her waist and plowing forward with reckless, rapacious intensity. She fucked Viper with loud, skin-clapping thuds, making her skin shift and clap out of shape. Viper's outstretched hand clawed at Weiss's spine while she dug into the bed, pulling on the sheets. Her tits jiggled and shook each time that Weiss powered forward, so that one of those huge, melon-like mounds was bouncing away lewdly. The other, however, remained contained, and in the perfect position for squeezing.

Viper husked and gasped and purred out her alluring words each time that Weiss pounded forward, but it was not hard to see that she was being steadily overwhelmed by all that rapid, messy slamming. Each time, that soft cunt was stretched to the brim. Each time, Viper gasped and flinched, her lips parting and her tongue curling out, before she bit her lip and steadied herself. She was clearly getting fucked harder than she ever had before, and Weiss loved that.

"Hey," Weiss said thickly, "Hey, have you ever been fucked this hard before?"

"Mmmmfgh – no," Viper groaned in admission. "I've never been fucked before period!"

Weiss blinked. She did not expect that. "...What? Really?"

"No one... ever had the balls for it," Viper breathed out hard. It made Weiss grin possessively.

"Good – I like that." Weiss squeezed her tit, then pawed at her waist even harder. She used that grip to pull herself forward, ramming her shaft away with delicious intensity. "I don't take second place to anyone, you understand?

"I do!" Viper moaned. "Fuck, fuck, I feel it –"

Weiss rocked her hips and moved hungrily. She plowed Viper's pussy, and the woman herself, senseless. She fucked her across the bed in that slutty pose, steadily wearing down her senses and her nerves. Each ramming stroke made the girl gasp more and more thickly, with increasing strain and passion, and that just made it hotter. Weiss loved to see it. An amazingly beautiful girl with pale hair, near-silver, big tits, a gorgeous face, and an even better body – what was not to love?

She fucked hungrily. She plowed her hard. She left Viper moaning, and the girl, clearly having bitten off more than she could chew, was just panting there, struggling to hold on. Weiss loved that. She could not get enough of it, and worked her hips harder and faster for it. Her legs were a bit unsteady, though. Being in that positon made it a bit awkward for her, and she was fucking more than hard enough for her sore body to feel even more sore.

Still, she kept on going. She had no reason to slow yet. Her balls might have been tightening up and her cock might have been swelling out, but she did not need to think about that at all. She could happily bury herself inside, fucking away, plowing ahead with remorseless lewdness. She drilled in, and she drew back. She made tits bounce, thighs clap, and a beautiful face contort, all in the throes of pleasure.

"Fuck, Sweetie," Viper moaned, "Shit, baby, you're gonna make me cum!"

"So am I," Weiss breathed out after a long, over-eager moment of slamming. "And I don't have any intention of pulling out, Viper. Not after all that much money."

Viper just laughed, quick and horny though it was. "For what you paid, you can cum raw all day, I don't care!"

"Then that is exactly what I'm going to do," Weiss groaned. "And hey, think about it this way – the child support payments you might get will probably be worth a shopping mall of your own."

"Fuck!" Viper cried out as Weiss slammed down hard. She buried her shaft in up to the hilt again, then again, really working her hips. It was not at all long in coming for Viper; she came not even a second later, her insides twisting and spasming in orgasmic bliss around Weiss's fat shaft of meat. Her insides tightened up very tough, though. They clenched down like a machine, wringing the life out of her throbbing dick in an inhuman, almost android-like fashion.

Weiss gasped. "D-Dust!"

She slammed down hard, lost to the milking pull of Viper's insides. Though she had planned for going a bit longer – no point passing up every last second with that glorious pussy – the climax proved to be too much. It pulled her in, and so the breeding-bull of a girl did the next best thing: slam in balls-deep and let her cock go. Instantaneously, the relief of pleasure rushed through her. the bliss of satisfaction washed over her. a drool-worthy rush of pleasure crashed down, and it left her sighing throatily.

She came right into that tight pussy, instantly flooding it with her potent baby-batter. Weiss pumped out a veritable flood of the stuff into Viper, and did it both recklessly and with purpose. The fact was, she didn't care one bit if she knocked her up. She might even be happy for it, because then she could take responsibility for her and her hot body. And if not – well, she was rich, and she could afford the child support payments. Either way, it was hot as all hell.

Down she went, pouring out her load into that climaxing, shivering pussy. She drowned it in layers of spunk, in waves of seed, bursting out a fat load into that pussy. Almost hilariously, it felt like Viper's womb was guzzling it down like some android, drawing it in and suckling it away. Weiss poured out gushes and ropes and strings to paint that cunt over in white, and every droplet found a home in her breedable body – to both of their pleasures.

Viper's face was a haze of pleasure, all happy, contorted, and flushing red. She wheezed and clawed at the bed for a second, her magnificent curves trembling, as she got off hard on the feeling of cum spurting through her. Weiss happily held herself there, too, simply enjoying the squeeze, squish, and pull of it all – the total and utter satisfaction of yet another conquest to add to her long list of babes.

"…Damn," Weiss whined out after a long, hot moment. "That was good. That's what I've been waiting for since I met you…"

Viper moaned, too, her voice throaty and thick. "Oh, man. Oh, wow. That was – I can't even remember the last time anyone's made me cum…"

Weiss purred out a breath. She shook her head, waving around her braid of white hair, and sighed. "That's a shame, Viper. You should always feel good during sex."

"There's feeling good, and then there's feeling good," The girl panted hotly. "You're amazing."

Weiss's ego could not get any bigger, really.

"You know… I think I'm gonna keep you," Viper hummed, her lashes fluttering despite her watery eyes. "No need for another BF, right?"

"Absolutely not," Weiss said, and began to pump her hips. She worked her dick in and out of that strangely unfilled pussy, not feeling very much cum at all as she jerked and shifted her hips. But, still, the thrusting was all that mattered, and feeling Viper around her was pleasurable. "To cement our new relationship… how about we go for round two?"

Viper smirked. "Are you going to stop at only round two, babe…?"

"No," Weiss admitted with a grin.

Viper smirked, too. "Then keep on fucking me until neither of us can keep going, ok?"

"With pleasure," Weiss breathed, and –

There was a knock on the door. Both of them blinked, and Weiss jerked her head back.

"Uh," the rich girl said. "Did I mess up with the rental?"

"Oh, nah, she's just gotta be here early," Viper then chimed in, prompting Weiss to blink again.

"her?"

"My friend? I told you I texted her." Viper quickly pulled herself forward and tried to escape Weiss's grip. "Hey, get the door, yeah? My legs are like, totally shaking right now, FR FR."

"Uhm… Okay." Weiss shook her head, but pulled out of that soft pussy anyhow. She quickly looked around, grabbed her shirt, and then just awkwardly wrapped it around her waist to hide her dick. She hastily went for the door and yanked it open, just to get it over with and get back to the fucking. She really did not want to wait, honestly, and answering the door was pretty annoying. She did not care about friends, really, because who the hell was as hot as Viper?

"Hello –" Weiss said, and looked forward.

Tits.

That was what she saw.

Boobs.

Boobage.

Fat, heavy, glorious breasts, wrapped up in a leopard print bikini top, which was, in turn, tucked into a skimpy blouse that had been tied into a knot. Huge, heavy, sun-kissed breasts that were super familiar to Weiss, because she was pretty damned sure she could see hickeys in the shape of her own mouth over one of them. She started to drool, her cock stirring, as she realized that the cleavage, and tits around it, were totally familiar to her.

"Rupee?" She said without even looking up. Of course, then she did look up, and found that those ten out of ten tits led up to a ten out of ten face with a beaming, snaggle-toothed grin, heavy eyes, makeup, and gorgeous blonde hair tucked up into a ponytail. "Rupee!"

"Sweetie!" Rupee cooed. Though her arms were laden with bags, Rupee instantly latched onto Weiss and pulled her into a hug that smothered her face with plump, doughy cleavage. "Ohmygosh, like, I didn't like, know you would be here!"

"I – I didn't either?!" Weiss stammered while nuzzling into soft boobs. Her hands planted themselves on Rupee's waist, simply to fondle them. "Uh – uh. Why are you here? Like? At all?"

Ruppe pulled up from the hug, if just a bit. "I'm looking for my friend, Viper? She, like, texted me this –"

She looked over Weiss's shoulder to see her naked, well-fucked friend on the bed. Her face lit up in a ditzy sort of way, and flashed a white grin. "Heeyyyyyyyy, babe!"

"Hey-hey," Viper greeted with a grin. "Look at you girls, being all familiar with each other…"

"This is my sweetie!" Rupee exclaimed. She twisted Weiss around like she was a toy, but since Weiss had a big dick and was beside a gorgeous slut of a girl, she really had no problems whatsoever. Sure, she was surprised that Rupee was so strong, and there was something weird about her iron-clad grip, but what did Weiss know? "We're like, dating!"

"Oh? Oh. You are, huh?" Viper raised her eyebrows. "Well, I'll have you know that I'm dating her, actually."

Weiss blinked. Wait, this could be bad…

Rupee, however, just giggled like a ditz. "Actually, like, sweetie offered me like a totes dope deal? She's gonna take me back home and set me up with a shopping stream gig! Totally all-expenses paid." Ruppe leaned forward and mimicked a blowjob. "Just a bit of dating, you know, a few times a week, maaaaybe a bun or two in the oven…"

"Ohhh. You've got set up for life with a sugar-daddy, huh?" Viper cooed as she got up from the bed. She walked over to Rupee, who was still hugging Weiss.

And, well, Weiss was short, and she was small. The girls were not that tall or big either, but compared to her, they were. And now, Weiss was sandwiched between two giant sets of tits, two gorgeous, lovely women, and that was making her both hard and drooling.

This is the best, she thought. I love this place. I love girls. Amazing.

"Yeap!" Rupee cooed, and flashed a two-finger salute. "Isn't it great?"

"Sounds like a great deal," Viper purred in return. "You know, sounds like the kind of deal I could get in on…"

"Yeah?" The blonde giggled.

"Oh?" Weiss said quickly. She – and her cock – perked up instantly. "Is that so?"

"Yup,' Viper agreed. "I need a nice, rich sugar daddy. How about It, Weissy, baby? Can you handle two of us?"

Weiss cleared her throat. "It's more of a matter if you can handle me, actually."

The two girls cooed and giggled, lashes fluttering and tits wobbling.

Weiss stood straight and looked at Viper in the eyes. "I sponsor you. All expenses paid, black card for each month, allowances. In return, dates with me twice a week, and sex whenever I ask. Fair?"

Viper grabbed her face and kissed her full on the lips, making her moan.

In return, Rupee happily clapped her hands together and giggled. "Oh, Viper, this is such a great idea I can plan out soooo much stuff to show my fans like we'll do shopping sprees a few times a week have an NSFW steam and we can –"

"We'll talk it over later, hun," Viper drawled as she pulled back. "Right now – you, me, Weiss, shower, threesome?"

Rupee nodded, making her blonde hair bounce. "Like, totes!"

"For real for real," Viper said sagely, her head also nodding.

"Two of you?" Weiss chuckled breathlessly. "I can spare the next few hours, for sure. Seal the deal, as it were."

Honestly with two girls now on her literal payroll as her girlfriends, Weiss was going to be very, very damned happy when she got back home.

"Make sure you're getting the cameras right!"

"I - I am!" Weiss stammered as she fidgeted with the cameras.

"Make sure number four gets a real good look at my ass, too!"

"L-look, I don't think that is an issue!" Weiss then protested. Still, she complied with the demands and fidgeted with the cameras, despite not really knowing how to handle any of that sort of thing. Granted, she was also terribly distracted, because fuck, D.Va looked really damned good in a micro bikini.

It was blue. It was slinky. It had a little pink rabbit across one nipple, and then that was basically it. A small, flimsy bikini, more strings than straps, that covered her modest, yet sexy, body. She looked really good. Her heart-shaped ass looked great. Even her tits looked nice, despite not being too big. She was a cutie, with her hair long and straight, her makeup perfect, and her demeanour proud and haughty.

Weiss was very happy that Hana Song had called her out to help her with her 'VIP buy-in, high-tier subscriber hot tub stream.' The place looked great. It was a nice white hot tub in an area of clean wood and nice composite flooring, surrounded by sheets and with several streaming cameras set up to surround it all.

Weiss might not have known what the stream entailed, but she did not care. She was in a bikini, and her cock was already pretty semi stiff. D.Va was in a bikini, and she looked like a slut. The cameras were set up, the tub was bubbling, and the atmosphere - still early afternoon - was simmering. The sun was bright, there was a salty breeze on the wind, and it was just perfect for whatever scheme the infamous streamer had cooked up for herself.

D.Va turned to look at her. She noticed, again, that Weiss was staring like a horny bitch, and she let out a laugh. "You're staring again, Weiss."

"Sorry," Weiss apologized, but did not necessarily stop.

"You've tapped this all before - what gives?" D.Va cocked her head and continued to smile. "What's put you in such a good mood?"

"Ah - well." Weiss finished with her camera and rolled her shoulders to stand up straighter. "I had a rather good talk with my girlfriend this morning, so things are looking… well, good."

"The mysterious girlfriend," D.Va hummed. She scrunched up her nose and did something with her laptop; perhaps, setting up the stream. "The big fan, eh?"

Weiss nodded. "Huge."

"Guess I gotta meet her soon, right?" D.Va winked and worked on her laptop. "Glad whatever-it-is got you in a good mood, at least."

"For sure - oh, that's right." Weiss walked around the hot, bubbling tub. "My girlfriend, Ruby, she's very eager to meet you, too. Maybe we could arrange a friendly hangout, and some…. Merch, I guess? Autographs?"

D.Va winked. "Hey, for you, I'd be happy to do anything."

"Great. Wonderful." Weiss nodded twice. "That's great."

D.Va, for a moment, concentrated hard on her laptop, and tapped away. It left Weiss awkwardly standing for a few seconds, but that was only for a few seconds. "K, we're live soon."

"Er - really?" Weiss jutted a thumb at herself. "Both of us?"

"Yeah, yeah." D.Va waved her hand. "Get in the hot tub!"

"Inside?"

"It's a hot tub stream! That means in the hot tub."

"Right - oh, right -"

A few moments later, the two of them were in the hot tub, bikinis wet with water, surrounded by cameras. Sooner still, the stream was up, and D.Va became all grins and smiles and two-finger salutes. She was a bright, bubbly media personality, and it really showed.

"Hey-hey!" D.Va cooed. "D.Va here, in for our high-tier sub VIP stream!"

Weiss fidgeted awkwardly. D.Va, however, threw an arm around her side and leaned in smoothly. "First things first, I wanted to introduce our special stream guest, my new GF, Weiss! Say Hiiiii, Weiss!"

"H-Hello," Weiss said a bit awkwardly. She waved her hand a moment later. "Hello. It's me. Weiss. With a W."

D.Va laughed, leaned over, and kissed her on the cheek. "Don't be so stiff, Weiss! Look, we've got - wow, like, sixty-K views so far, nice! Good going, guys!"

D.Va looped an arm around her neck, and Weiss could not help but lean into it a bit more, too. She wrapped her arm around her waist to fondle soft skin, and she roped the girl into her side a bit more, too. She drew her inward, and she leaned in to kiss her pink-marked cheek. She then dusted the area around her ear with a kiss, then down against her jawline, then toward her neck, getting a bit more excited by the second.

Until D.Va pushed her away and laughed again. "Hey, calm down, now. That stuff comes later."

She winked and pulled away, making Weiss pout. D.Va, however, started to talk and chat to her stream, using her hands to make eager gestures, and pointing things out with her fingers. She was a good talker, great at keeping them hooked, even if Weiss only understood a third of what she was saying. Four minutes were filled up with just D.Va being D.Va, and Weiss appreciated that.

"So!" D.Va clapped her hands together. "I bet you all are wondering what's so special about this stream, huh? After all, it's not the first time I've been in a hot tub in a skimpy little bikini for you guys, and definitely not the first time we've had some hung guest star, right?"

The chat, now with another ten thousand viewers, scrolled fast.

"Assss you can see from the sub goals that should pop up riiiight now… yup, there it is! Basically, this is a no-holds-barred donation stream - to my wallet, of course - where you guys get to dictate what I do." D.Va leaned in a bit more. "Of course, the end goal, for those clever-eyed fans that have already spotted it, is baby making time."

There was a pause of verification before the chat exploded. Weiss exploded too - or, rather, her dick practically popped out of her bikini.

"If you guys hit that final goal, then today, live on stream, is gonna be the time where I finally get knocked up," D.Va said proudly. She shoved her hand onto Weiss's lap, outlining her big bulge despite the hot and bubbling water. "I'm off all my birth control pills, and I've taken stuff to make me like, super in the mood. Basically! Today is the least safe day of my life, and Weiss has the biggest, most virile dick I've ever seen in my life."

Weiss gulped hard. What?

"If you guys want to see Weiss plow my womb with this big, hard, fat cock of hers, then hit that endgoal!" D.Va said cheerfully. "I know it's suuuuper big, but trust me, I'll need a mil to raise the baby this absolute stud is gonna put in my tummy!"

Weiss looked at D.Va and not the wildly exploding chat. Her cock was hard as a rock - no, more than that - with a desire to knock her up, that was for sure. Hell, she'd pay the donations herself, if she could.

"Consider it a kickstarter!" D.Va looked like Yang when she had a pun tucked away. "A start to the kicking I'm gonna get in nine months!"

The chat would have groaned if they weren't so excited. Everyone was in happy shock, even Weiss, who was stunned, floored, and so fucking horny.

"So - oh, wow!" D.Va let out a laugh. "Well, the first goal is gone, nice! That means it's time for me and you to strip, Weiss." She turned and winked at her. "Let's get naked in the tub…"

The stream pinged again, making D.Va laugh. "Oooor, uh. We're onto the part where you eat my pussy, Weiss. Nice! The chat is going fa - hey wait Weiss they didn't pay for that yet -"

Weiss, however, happily shoved the woman down anyhow. She pushed D.Va against the rim of the hot tub and ran her mouth against her neck, along her chest, and across her shoulders. She started to plant hot and wet kisses against her skin just to taste, to feel, and to enjoy it all. She could not help herself. She just had to go for it.

"W-Weiss, geez -" D.Va groaned. "Breast sucking isn't - h-hey, thanks for the uh, sub and donation, StudMuffin5G -"

Weiss palmed and squeezed D.Va's wide hips white pulling a nipple into her mouth. She suckled it right up, drawing out a wine and a little, trembling gasp of enthusiasm. She pulled on it and applied pressure while manhandling the girl through the hot tub, making hot water slosh and roll around. She pushed her against the wall and sucked on her breast, pushing her bikini aside shamelessly to make more room.

"Weiss, hey, we gotta take this as it comes in - oh." D.Va looked around. "Thanks, KiriKiriKitsune for the - wait, Kiriko? Girl, no, I'm not hogging any cock, hop off Brigitte's shlong and we'll talk - suck? Shit, okay -"

Weiss pushed down. She popped off of D.Va's nipples and drew down, her lips rolling between those breasts, then down along the flatness of her stomach in soft, eager little kisses. She suckled at the white flesh, moving along her belly, over her navel, over the area of her womb, where a Schnee would soon be planted. Weiss was ravenous. She was drooling. It did not matter if she had just left banging both Viper and Rupee; she needed more.

"Weiss, it's time for me to suck your cock," D.Va laughed. She pulled back, trying to escape Weiss's lustful grip. "Come on - ! oh!"

Weiss simply yanked D.Va up. She connected their lips in a hot, eager kiss as, and slammed her hands down into the fat, plump curve of D.Va's ass. The camera she had positioned earlier got a perfect view of it, thankfully. D.Va squealed into her mouth as Weiss's hands clapped her cheeks hard, then dug in even harder, squishing all that plentiful, doughy meat around in her fingers - a hot and eager squish.

She kissed the girl hard, shoved her tongue into her mouth, and made her mewl. She dragged her in close until their tits were rubbing, and while doing so, clamped down on her ass and squeezed. She bent it around until flesh bulged in her fingers, then reached back to smack it with a hard, meaty-sounding thud. It rocked against her palm, making her libido rise up and curl - a fat, thick pillar that pressed against D.Va's stomach and hit her belly button.

But it was quick. Weiss pulled back, saliva leaking from her mouth, and drew away. She left a flushing D.Va in her wake, and again, rose down to attack her neck, her face, her tits; just going at her. The streamer groaned and shook her head, then looked back at the stream frantically, as if confused by how it was all just falling apart before her damned eyes.

"No, Weiss, wait - wait - I'm supposed to suck your cock - no, wait, we're at deepthroating now - ah, shit. Guys, you're donating too fast!" D.Va shook her head frantically. "I'm losing track of the stretch goals! Uhm - uhm - okay, boobjob? Thighfuck? We're past that, damnit- "

"The audience has spoken," Weiss chuckled as she squeezed D.Va's tantalizing flesh. "Who needs foreplay?"

"They're paying for it!" D.Va whined out. "That's - fuck, six-hundred? S-seven!? You guys are going crazy - "

Weiss pushed on D.Va and started to peel off her bikini buttons, drawing on the strings and straps and just plucking them right off. She stripped the beautiful, flustered streamer down naked, all while she continued to be a mess simply because she underestimated herself. Her itinerary, well-planned and thought out, had not survived contact with the enemy. Everything she had planned was thrown out the window by a fanbase that wanted to see D.Va waddling in a few months.

"Guys, at this rate - whoa. That much?! G-Geez, thanks, uh, what is this - RealestRubyRose!"

Weiss snorted. She whipped her head over to the screen of the laptop, only to see Ruby Rose's nametag, her girlfriend's online handle, flash across the screen. It was accompanied by a ludicrous donation courtesy of Weiss's spare card, and had a single message attached to it: Do it already, Weiss! Knock her up!

Weiss had not told D.Va her real girlfriend's name. For all she knew, some random had pushed them over the edge, getting them to the final hurdle: Pregnancy. Weiss knew, though. Her girlfriend, a longtime viewer to D.Va, was on the stream. Watching it. She approved of it. She was giving her legit permission to fuck and knock up another girl, live on camera.

Weiss could not possibly resist it, and started to pull D.Va out of the hot tub. "Sorry, babe, but the chat has spoken - they just reached the final goal.

"B-but we didn't do anything else yet!" D.Va whined out as she was plopped against the edge, in full view of all the cameras.

"Later," Weiss promised. She whipped her huge, fat cock out, tugging on it like a weapon. "Right now, it's time to get you pregnant."

"F-fine!" D.Va stammered. She huffed and spread her legs out wide, right for the cameras - and an invitation to Weiss. "Then you'd better fuck me as good as Ruppe, you hear me, babe? Don't hold back!"

"Trust me," Weiss chuckled as she slapped her dick against D.Va's wet pussy. She prodded the entrance without waiting, ready to impale that pussy in a fucking heartbeat. "I won't."

"Okay, then do your - holy fucking shit, baby!"

D.Va moaned out nearly at the top of her lungs as Weiss so suddenly, so hungrily slammed forward, sheathing half of her cock in all at once. That first, spearing stroke nailed into her pussy, cramming in so nice and deep into it. She got down, and then rolled her hips to roll herself around again, intent on pushing down harder. "Look at how eager you guys made her! She's already going for broke!"

The dick plunged down as Weiss hissed, huffed, and pressed herself down so hard and so smoothly. Dickmeat plunged into that wet and sopping hearth, happily impaling it just that much more. Snug pussyflesh rolled and rocked against her, eagerly accepting her inside. That cunt tugged Weiss's hardness right up, clearly just as happy and just as excited to get impaled as the rest of her – and that was a gorgeous thing indeed for someone like Weiss.

With a hungry grunt, she jerked her hips and pounded forward. She rammed and rocked forward, making sure to bury her shaft inside with feverish intention. She was way too horny, way too riled up, to even think about stopping. She knew she was going to leave D.Va pregnant. She was going to do it publically. Her girlfriend told her to do it, using her credit card. It was way too hot, and she was going for it actively and eagerly

"You guys turned her into a total breeding bull!" D.Va moaned out with lewd exaggeration, her hands grasping at sun-warmed flesh. "Look at her go!"

Cockmeat buried itself in up to the damned hilt, crashing right up against D.Va's cervix in no time at all. That hard and thick impact made the slender girl wobble, her eastern-like face twitching and contorting into a sudden wriggle of pleasure. She moaned out, her lips parting, and her spine trembling in glee. It was a quick, furtive moment, but that near-orgasmic face was a sure intention of what would happen very soon – and Weiss wanted more of it.

"F-fuck, babe," D.Va moaned out a bit lewdly, a bit whorishly, and definitely desperately. "You don't pull any punches, do you?"

"Why would I?" Weiss purred as she mercilessly rolled her hips forward, stirring up that hot and sloppy cunt around her shaft. "You're in need of breeding, D.Va. Your viewers paid for it."

She grabbed the girl's hips and clenched down hard. She moved her own, pulling that hard, fast slab of meat out of that tight and wet inside in a rush of contact, in a fraction-filled sweep of movement. To see D.Va's sudden contortions, the way her almond-shaped eyes twitched in pleasure, was a true and honest delight. Pulling out, drawing back, was a sharp note of glee for the white-haired stud, who was far and away too happy to be the one to irresponsibly put a baby into a bare twenty year old's stomach.

"And I'm not in the habit of wasting people's money," Weiss told her directly. At the same time, she roughly swung her hips back around, happily and enthusiastically pounding cockmeat into those tight, silky, delicious depths. That fat slab of meat rammed down fast and hard, easily and effortlessly impaling her snug pussy around her meat. In an instant, in a second, she was ramming the daylights out of D.Va, and she loved it.

"Mmmmfgh!" D.Va moaned with exaggeration, her spine curving so nicely and so sharply. Her breasts pushed up into the air magnificently, looking lewd beyond belief. "Fuck, Weiss!"

Weiss husked as she thundered down, burying her dick in up to the hilt. Her fat, swollen balls thudded against D.Va's slit, making her body wriggle. She pushed inward, her flat stomach curling and her breasts wobbling. She tettered uncertainty, but she simply stretched out her legs, curled her toes, and adjusted herself. She braced her body in place, and she pushed in with remorseless intent. She made full contact with that womb, and she swore she felt it pulsate against her.

"I gotta admit," Weiss said with breathless excitement, "I'm really going to enjoy breeding this gorgeous pussy."

She rolled her hips a second later, pulling back hard and fast. She drew out of that hot snatch, pulling and dragging with hard intensity. She tugged herself out, to the sounds of moans and gasps. Weiss's hands adjusted themselves, making her tattoos wriggle along her hand. Cockmeat drew out of those tight, clamping folds, withdrawing inch by inch, with a wonderful squish and grip on it all – a beautiful tightness she simply adored.

The chat, too, seemed to love it, given that it was scrolling fast – breed her!, said many, or fuck the slut!, said others. There were lots of words, with most of them focusing on just how happy the chat was to finally, finally get to be there for that huge buy-in and see the stream where Hana Song finally got a baby pumped into her flat stomach, propelled into slutty pregnancy, just to earn some cash for some horny online perverts. Weiss was the lucky girl to do it, ready to lend her incredible Schnee genetics or some other girl's family line.

"Mmm, fuck!" D.Va moaned lewdly. "I can feel just how eager you are to breed me, babe!"

D.Va's hands clenched down on Weiss's arms, which continued to hold her up. Hips moved and rolled around, slamming that fat shaft of meat right back into squishy, wet pussyflesh. Inches and inches of that hardness crashed inside, until Weiss's Electro-tattoo-marked-hips pounded against flesh again. Every last inch of her massive cock was hilted inside, and done so with a feverish fervency that bordered on totally depraved.

D.Va gasped, her head flinging back. She cried out loudly, for the camera's sake, and the camera, in turn, got a delicious view of her being fucked. Really, honestly fucked. No punches pulled, no waiting and no delaying. Weiss simply pulled, and she moved with reckless, unabashed intent. She swung herself around and buried herself forward in a tight, swinging arc of motion, slamming away into that hot and tight cunt ahead of her. inches of her hardness buried inside, and each bit of it made the famous streamer moan.

"Fuck – fuck, guys," D.Va moaned at the camera. "Wiess – Wiess has turned into a total stud horse! I'm not getting out of this without a white-haired kid!"

Weiss chuckled at how Hana was playing it up to her audience. She did not mind it, though, and she definitely was not wrong. Weiss, like the sex machine she was, swung her hips forward and slammed into that tight, delicious cunt. She rammed down and thundered into that wet core, making D.Va gasp, spine arching. Her hands curled hard and her shoulders pushed up, making her breasts bounce beautifully. They weren't big, but Weiss could still enjoy their lewdness.

She pumped her hips eagerly and actively, burying herself into snug, grade-A e-thot pussy. Inches of dick smashed down hungrily and happily, burrowing inside nicely. The cams, and thus, the stream, got a good view of D.Va's divine pussy getting smashed-fucked totally raw. No condoms, no protection, not a hint nor an ounce of any sort of safety in sight. Nothing, as it were, but pure, shameless breeding-sex. As simple, and as easy, as that, she went for it.

"Maybe," D.Va moaned out, then gasped hard as her body clenched up. "H-hah – fuck. Maybe I-I'll put up a poll for baby-names? H-hey, hey, we'll do a buy-in, right, for a dollar, y'all can throw in a vote on what my baby's name is going to be –"

Weiss slammed down even harder, making D.Va squeal. Hard cockflesh pounded into the silky glove of her cunt, stretching it all out around her. the head of the shaft pounded right up against her womb, hitting it so hard that tears spring to pretty brown eyes. The girl moaned and spasmed as she was impaled again, and done so with truly enjoyable intensity. The movements were broad and swinging, purely pleasurable and entirely lewd, as it was meant to be – and they excelled in it.

"Oh, Weiss!" D.Va moaned a few moments later. "You're going so hard!"

Cockmeat drilled down with lewd, rapacious intensity. It plunged in and stuffed silky folds out wide, then rolled around to do it again, and again. Weiss grunted and worked her tattooed hips like the sex machine she was meant to be, fully intent on doing her lewd work. She might have made a dozen kids across the beach already… or maybe, she had made zero. Now, though, she would absolutely, totally leave a chick pregnant, with surety and finality.

"Guys – guys, fuck, she's fucking me so good," D.Va whined out, "I'm gonna – she's gonna make me cum around her huge fucking cock!"

Weiss hammered down and chuckled. "Don't just talk big, D.Va. Cum for me, beautiful."

D.Va squealed. She did exactly that: she came around that thrusting pillar of cockmeat. Her insides spasmed with heat, and her walls milked with churning release. She whined as Weiss fucked her into a climax, and kept on moaning as Weiss kept on going. Dickmeat sent juices churning and slurping, bubbling out around her thrusting pillar of sun-kissed meat. Hips pounded and clapped all the while, making it lewder and lewder.

D.Va writhed with motion. Her spine arched, her head flung back, and her hands curled. She lifted them from Weiss's arms to instead smack against her flat, yet somehow tone, stomach, and pressed against her – but to no avail, since Weiss would not stop. She kept on thrusting, kept on battering away at that womb like a siege engine at a castle's gates. Her breasts bobbed and her white hair fluttered as she nailed the teasing streamer for all it was worth and then some.

She used every last inch of fuckmeat to the best of her abilities. The bitchbreaker attached to her hips continually slammed down, totally and utterly stuffing her pussy up to the hilt. Her balls swung and clapped as she remorselessly drove herself down, all for the singular intention of utterly fucking the woman's brains out. She nailed her, careened into her, and plowed her senseless. She reduced her to a quivering, mewling mess, and did so in a total breeding fugue that could not be contained.

"Fuck – fuck!" D.Va wheezed. "Fuck that baby into me, you damned exotic stud!"

Weiss grunted happily. "That's the plan. Get ready, D.Va, because you're gonna be carrying a few extra pounds for the next nine months!"

she sawed in and out, pounding down again and again. Harsh claps and heavy thuds echoed out through the area as she rocked herself inside time and time again, really pounding the woman. For a few minutes, it was nothing but a pure frenzy of action, each thrust long and deep and heavy. She buried her shaft inside so hard and fast, and with each second, she throbbed more and more. Her cock swelled, it thickened, and it rose up, becoming more powerful, more intense, with each passing second, getting her right to the cups.

"She's throbbing so much!" D.Va gasped dizzily, her voice and her head a daze as Weiss utterly railed her brains out. "I-It's c-coming - !"

"Get that recording ready," Weiss said to anyone that was listening, "This si the moment that D.Va gets totally bred!"

Weiss slammed down in that very next second, bringing bodies together with thunderous intensity. She crashed into her, making sure all of her cock was buried inside; her tensing, twitching balls shoved up against her slit, and her shivering cockhead up along her womb. There was a single moment of waiting, where her orgasm swept over her and trembled down – one long moment, perhaps, but then, it came pouring out, the floodgates opened right there on steam

.

All they truly saw was two bodies smashed together so close they could make nothing more out. They caught sight of curling fingers, then a gasping, lolling mouth. At the same time that balls tensed up and twitched powerfully on cam, D.Va's head flung backward in pleasure. That was the moment where baby-batter came plowing out into her, ready to attack that defenseless pussy and ravage an unprotected womb. Hyper-fertile Schnee seed was launched out like attack dogs, ready to smash into that cunt and ravenously impregnate it with as many babies as was possible.

D.Va spasmed hard and came again, but at that point, Weiss did not care. She grabbed her body and held her dangerously still as her cum smashed out, plowing into her pussy. It did so in curling waves of heat, in rushes of silky baby-batter. The silky seed rushed around in gooey sweeps and swells, trying to cram into every line of that wet pussy all at once. Every pink membrane was smothered. Every nook and cranny was utterly ravaged, as if her cum had the same mind as Wesiss herself.

It was like her seed was sentient, and knew it had a defenseless, unprotected pussy to impregnate. That shivering, twitching dick moved like a firehose and happily kept on pumping out ropes and strings of pure virility. Dense baby-batter slammed right against a cervix, and then rushed up to drown a womb itself. Each pump made D.Va moan. Each throb made her gasp. It did not matter at all. Her cunt soaked it all in, totally overwhelming her.

Her pussy was stuffed in seconds. It was drowned. It was utterly flooded. Jet-like hoses of cum washed through her and left toes curling and quivering, and then it started to backflow, simply because D.Va's baby-maker could not take more. She was utterly, ravenously impregnated, her eggs smothered, all because of her lack of control. For a simple amount of money on a stream, she had sold out her womb and nine months of her time, carrying a baby just for internet fame.

And Weiss was happy to help. She pumped that baby into her with total assurance, and did so with pleasure. She moaned in satisfaction she'd never before quite felt, and was totally happy in her breeding fugue. She creampied that pussy three times over, until it overflowed. Still, she held herself down to stuff it all up, letting her balls empty themselves until she had nothing left to give – and then slumped back and moaned in total, utter pleasure.

"Fuck…" She panted. "Fuck, that was good. That was so good."

D.Va merely wheezed hard. She was panting and heaving, clearly blissed out of her mind as she was bred. Chuckling, Weiss patted her stomach and turned to the chat to say, "You're welcome, guys. You just saw D.Va become a mother."

She pulled out with a wet slurp, allowing cum to waterfall out. The stream had a good view of that sloppy, well-fucked, and totally creampied cunt, to their pleasure. It was at that moment that D.Va looked up, and still looking blissed out, offered her audience a peace-sign - dizzy and dazed though it was, her signature pose was almost an absolute.

"T-thanks, g-guys…" She whined. "That was… amazing… getting bred… is amazing…"

Weiss chuckled and shook her head. "I think D.Va is a bit out of it, and frankly, I am not a good streamer."

She looked over at the laptop, saw the scrolling, swirling chat, but brushed past it all.

"So, I hope you can bear with me as I try to run this stream for you guys," Weiss said proudly. "I can't run it as well as D.Va, but I can promise I'll spend the rest of the stream's duration plowing her brains out across this hot tub."

Weiss rolled her shoulders and cracked her fingers. "So - which position first?" Then, she looked off to the side, and she sighed. "And no, guys, we are not naming the baby Cthulhu 69."

It was about an hour later that the stream finally ended. It was a hot, sultry time, with several sex positions and lewd acts along the way: downward dog, pronebone, bouncing, mating press; all kinds of sexual acts for the benefit of the stream. However, in the third half of it, the entire thing devolved into a hot-tube talk-stream, where D.Va tried to rest and relax and just chit-chat to make people happy.

Weiss was just her guest, her bystander, her breeder, and her cock. She wasn't there to do much more than just be a guest; D.Va was the personality of the stream. And, so, when that personality's phone buzzed with a particular ringtone; and when she started to grimace, Weiss knew something was up. When she abruptly ended the stream accordingly, Weiss could only furrow her brow.

"Sorry, guys!" D.Va said with faux-cheer. "D.Va, out - !"

Weiss watched D.Va start to scramble around, pulling herself out of the tub and begging to shut everything down. She watched blankly, with confusion, because she simply didn't get it. One moment, they were having fun; the next, they were just… done.

"What's wrong?" She voiced curiously.

"I got a text from someone," D.Va huffed. "I'll have to take a rain check on this…"

"Sounds like a problem," Weiss then said cautiously. "Is it something I can help with?"

"It's just a pest," D.Va repeated. "And I owe her, so I can't get out of it. Again. But, this time… It'll be the last time for sure."

Weiss sat up straighter. "I don't enjoy the idea of leaving you alone in such a situation."

Hana frowned. "It isn't really a situation, per se…"

"I'll come with," Weiss offered.

D.Va looked at her. Then, she just sort of sighed and dipped her head. "Weiss, honestly, it's just sorta… a… streamer rivalry thing? You don't have to worry…"

Weiss grabbed D.Va's hand and squeezed. "You're my - well, only of my - girlfriends. I have to worry."

D.Va cocked her head. "That's sweet, buuuuut you're gonna regret it."

"I won't," Weiss assured her. "I promise."

An hour later, Weiss was really regretting it.

They'd met up with D.Va's friend and rival, a short girl named Silver Wolf - which was probably about as much of a real name as much as D.Va was, really. She was short, even shorter than the already short Weiss, and with a similar head of pale, almost-white hair. She was tiny and cute with beautiful lines to her face, and a decent body, the same as Hana's, tucked away in skimpy short-shorts and a tight-fitting halter-top of sultry design.

She had a few sticker-like tats, several bandages, and other markings across her pale skin. Her eyes were heavily lidded and her gaze was smug, when she wasn't staring at a phone or handheld console. She constantly worked at a piece of bubblegum, and seemed entirely too happy with herself. There had been, really, very few words between them when Weiss tagged along, for she was a mere third wheel to their debacle.

And their debacle was games. Quite literally, Weiss had been dragged to an arcade, and that had been that.

D.Va met Silver Wolf. "Ready to lose?"

Silver Wolf squared up to D.Va. "Ready to get what I'm owed."

The two squared up to some arcade fighting game machine, something with buttons and levers and a joystick, and… it was that. Just that. The two selected their characters and began to play against one another for the next hour. An hour straight, playing a match that just kept on going, and going, and damned well going. All Weiss had to do was stand there, leaning against an iron bar, bored out of her skull, while a crowd steadily grew.

She didn't know that D.Va had meant something like that. She had figured something different, or a more personal altercation. Instead, the two gamers were… gaming. At an arcade. It was not even a modern game, they were just fighting it out. They were evenly matched, too, or at least so Weiss's limited understanding of video games told her. They were beat for beat, not giving an inch, for nearly sixty-two minutes.

"Yes!" D.Va exclaimed.

Weiss looked over with faint confusion, but a bit of happiness. D.Va sounded happy, which was good, she supposed.

"Urk!" Silver Wolf groaned.

Weiss raised an eyebrow.

The bystanders also all groaned out, too.

D.Va spun around and flashed a finger at Silver Wolf - like a pretend gun. "I'm better, told you so!"

Silver Wolf scowled. Both girls were short, but she really was short. "I gave myself a handicap, you absolute cucumber."

"Is that what they call a skill issue?" D.Va asked, hand on her chin.

"Cope, loser," Silver Wolf spat. "You've still got a negative WR."

"Sounds like you're seething, too."

"It's just a Diff," Silver Wolf then said smugly. "You and I aren't the same."

"You lost," the brunette pointed out.

The white-haired girl snorted. "Fine, then I want a second round. All or nothing."

Weiss groaned. Oh, hell, no. Please…

"All or nothing?" D.Va snorted. "You already owe me!"

"Then we'll bet on it," Silver Wolf huffed. "Up the ante."

"Yeah?" D.Va thought for a moment, then grinned viciously. "Fine, if I win again, you have to delete all your gacha accounts."

Silver Wolf gasped from deep in her throat. "What - what - t-that's - !"

She looked panicked, scared, and flustered, as if someone had told her to jump on a grenade. Weiss did not really get it, but it sounded, and seemed, serious.

"That's the deal," D.Va said in a smug, sing-song tone of voice.

Silver Wolf ground her teeth together. For a moment, she looked furious and angry - but only for a moment, because in the next, her gray eyes wandered. She looked at Weiss, made eye-contact, and then turned back again, now somehow more confidant.

"Fine," spat Silver Wolf. "Then if I win, your new girl toy belongs to me."

Weiss's eyebrows rose into her skull. "Uhm, excuse me? I'm not part of some bargain - "

"Deal," D.Va accepted with a gloating smile.

Weiss gasped in surprise. "Hello???"

Silver Wolf thrust out her hand. "Good. I needed a new toy."

Hana accepted the handshake. "You won't get one."

Weiss interjected. "Excuse me, but -"

D.Va turned to look at her. She smiled, she winked, and she said, "Hey, relax, Weiss. It'll be okay, you know? I got this."

Weiss stared at D.Va for a long, long moment, and then groaned in acceptance. "Fine. But win this one, please… for me."

"I've got this," D.Va repeated with a smirk and a wink.

She did not have this.

She lost, actually, in about thirty minutes.

Silver Wolf won the final game, and was, at that point, gloating and happy. She bounced back, threw her arms up, and cheered to herself while spinning. A furious, upset D.Va stared at the screen before smashing her hands against it in anger. While she whined in protest. Silver Wolf hollered out and shoved a new piece of gum into her mouth.

"Take that, cope-for-brains."

"You totally cheated!" D.Va argued. "That last move was so bull!"

"What's that?" Silver Wolf held her hand up to her ears. "I can't hear you over the W L Ratio."

"S-Screw you!" D.Va huffed. She turned and crossed her arms over her chest, her face now red. Of course, it was far worse for Weiss, who now hung her head and groaned in total annoyance. "I - I don't accept this. That was cheating, plain and simple."

"Uh, no one likes a sore loser," Silver Wolf drawled out. She flicked her fingers at D.Va, then turned to give Weiss a long, good, appraising look. She popped her gum, then, and said, "You're a decent prize. Not the best, not the worse. You'll do fine."

She snapped her fingers. "Come along, now. I'm bored of all these games."

"...Excuse me?" Weiss said slowly. She could easily ignore Silver Wolf's commands, for she had never even agreed to such a thing in the first place. She looked over at D.Va, who appeared stricken; she even mouthed out a sorry.

"You can totally not listen, but then I'll just take something more valuable from D.Va," Silver Wolf said in a sing-song tune. She started to walk forward, but that was the moment that Weiss realized something important: the white-haired teen was strutting. Her hips were sashaying. Not just moving; she was swaying her hips with exaggeration, and damn, what hips she had.

In her short-shorts, capped with some fishnet webbing, she had really nice hips and a really plump ass. Weiss noticed that in an instant. She bit her lip and stared at those super tight, practically painted-on short-shorts. A few things occurred to her at that moment: one, Silver Wolf had a great ass; two, Weiss could spend the day with her and try to get in those shorts; three, she could save D.Va from a worse fate; and four, D.Va deserved some punishment for putting Weiss up as collateral.

So, Weiss shrugged. "You're lucky you're cute, kiddo. Lead the way, I guess."

"Hey, hey," Silver Wolf said bitterly. She turned around and held out her hand. "I'm twenty-one, Kid. You're the child here."

"I'm eighte - ah, whatever." She looked at Silver Wolf's hand. "What do you want?"

"Your credit card, duh," Silver Wolf sighed. "What else?"

"My…" Weiss sighed. She shook her head, took out her black card, and held it out. "Fine."

Silver Wolf smirked. She looked Weiss up and down, over and over, really checking her out. "You're not really my type, but let's see what kind of piggy bank you are."

I really hope this is worth it after, Weiss sighed internally. I can already feel myself losing brain cells.

With one last look at the apologetic D.Va, Weiss was gone.

If Weiss expected things to get better from there, they did not. In fact, the next two hours proved to be one of the most annoying situations of Weiss's entire life. As cute as Silver Wolf was, as amazing as her hips swayed and as good as her ass looked in her little shorts, the girl had no intentions of being a tease. She was a tease, and she knew what Weiss was interested in, but unlike Viper, such things were entirely secondary.

Silver Wolf was entirely self-centered, and it showed. She had Weiss escorting her around from spot to spot, taking her from the arcade into a proper games store, then forcing Weiss to buy her several copies of new games that had come out, or even older accessories that were in limited stock. She pulled her around to various stores, shopping around like she was Viper, yet with a solitary, electronic focus.

"That's a rare piece," Silver Wolf said when they were in the hardware store. "I need that, too."

"T-that's nearly three thousand Lien for a piece of metal?" Weiss huffed. "It looks like a brick!"

"It's the latest GPU, you buffoon," Silver Wolf sighed. "And I need it."

"Then what are these?" Weiss huffed as she held up the packs of 'sticks' in her hands.

"That's RAM, you white-haired bimbo. They're not even the same."

Weiss just scoffed. She had to keep pulling out her card to bankroll Silver Wolf's shopping spree, which was quickly growing more out of hand than what Weiss had just done with Viper. She was funding her habits, between shopping for games, or for computer parts, or for merchandise for her stuff; she bought Silver Wolf lunch, paid for her drinks and her snacks, and escorted her around while carrying her bags.

More than once, they would have to stop when Silver Wolf demandingly held out her hand for Weiss's card. Each time, Weiss would groan, "Again? Seriously?"

And Silver Wolf would simply look up over her shoulder and arch a brow. "I need to pull this character. Nearly got pity."

Weiss, therefore, could only watch in horror as Silver Wolf spent insane money on her gacha game rolls, whaling out to unlock her favourite characters, and then boost their potential with multiple copies. It might have been a drop in the bucket for her, but it was the most frivolously and uselessly she had spent her money in the entirety of her life - and that said a lot.

Weiss honestly would have ditched her far sooner, had Silver Wolf not been a hot, teasing minx. Not like Viper, no, but she was definitely showing the fuck off. She waved her ass left and right as she reached for things on the 'top shelf', very clearly and very obviously pushing her ass back against Weiss when she tried to 'help'.

Having that ass grinding against her cock for a few subtle seconds was more than enough to make Weiss huff in aggravated, aroused annoyance. That was one thing, but Silver Wolf was very clearly rubbing her ass against her whenever she could. More than just as she rose up and shoved herself back, she would happily stop walking and force Weiss to bump into her, or then smoosh against her, or outright grind when they were just waiting.

Anytime they sat down, Silver Wolf would sit in her lap itself and start rubbing. She was like an unruly brat, an annoying tease, and it frustrated Weiss. Normally, that would mean nothing. The problem was, Weiss had just come off of a breeding session, then fucked two babes in the morning, during nine full of days of only thinking with her dick itself.

All she wanted to do was fuck. She was not used to think rationally anymore. Having a hot little brat wriggle her ass left and right, sway to the beat, bringing her hips around in arcs that left Weiss staring, was a lot. Feeling her grind and press and sit in her lap, rubbing her big dick, got her annoyed and horny. She could not resist herself. She wanted more, but going over it for hours, being her slave, left her angry.

"Are… you just gonna sit there?" Weiss found herself asking impatiently as the girl sat in her lap, rubbing her dick, while playing on her phone. She was gaming and just sitting there in an empty picnic table around a forgotten section of boardwalk; they were basically alone, except for a few passersby.

"I'm finishing this level," Silver Wolf said impassively. Her hips rolled all the while, still grinding down on the bulge of her cock. Rubbing, sliding, pressing against her, grinding down while playing. On a whim, and with frustration, Weiss reached forward to grab those hips and cup them to -

"Who said you could touch?" Silver Wolf snapped, and Weiss melted back with a grunt.

Weiss huffed. She bit her lip and waited as hips rolled and shoved against her, still grinding and rubbing and pushing down against her shaft. She had to remain there for minutes, waiting for the girl to finish. She had to take in her scent, smell, without feeling her - as if it was a lapdance. That frustrated and infuriated her. Weiss got sex for free, now. She would pay for it, too. Now, she was being teased.

It lasted for about three minutes before Silver Wolf clicked off her game and rose up with a little snap. "Ok! Time to move on -"

This time, however, Weiss could not take it anymore. She had enough. She reached out, grabbed those hips, and shoved Silver Wolf back down onto her lap, making the girl yelp. At the same time, Weiss leaned in, pressed her lips against her ear, and said, "You're a bratty tease, Silver Wolf."

"So?" Silver Wolf shrugged. "Your chick lost the bet, not me."

"Come on," Weiss almost begged. "At least let me hit it."

"Aeons, are you that desperate?" Silver Wolf smirked and stood up, dragging herself out of Weiss's lap. "You want to hit it?"

"Yes," Weiss almost begged. She, too, stood up, rising up behind the coy slut. "Come on. We've been doing this all day, and you're teasing me. Just let me smash, at least once."

"Need I remind you that I'm in charge?" Silver Wolf said coyly.

"You are," Weiss huffed. "But…"

"Hmmmmm…" Silver Wolf turned to face her. She planted her hands on her hips and smirked haughtily. "Maybe I'll give you a chance."

"Please," Weiss groaned out of pure frustration, her cock basically trying to split open her shorts.

Silver Wolf, still smirking, started to play with her shorts. "...But only if you make a bet with me."

"A bet?" Weiss swallowed. "Anything."

Silver Wolf smirked as she started to pull on her shorts, revealing more sacred skin. "Yeah. Here's how it's gonna go: if you can handle not cumming before I do, then you'll be my pet from now on."

Weiss just raised her eyebrows in amusement.

"And if I don't cum, you also have to be my pet," Silver Wolf said proudly. "From here on out, you're going to buy me stuff, carry my stuff, and do whatever I want… and you won't get to fuck me."

That… is an easy bet, Weiss thought. She planted a smug grin over her face and said, "And when I win?"

"You won't, because no one makes me cum," Silver Wolf laughed. "But if you did, somehow, then I'll be your pet." she waved her hand. "You can call me for a hit whenever you wanna smash, or whatever."

Weiss laughed eagerly. "Fine by me."

"Good. I need a new money-slave," Silver Wolf mocked. She pulled her pants right down, dropping them to reveal her thick little thighs and her soft-looking pussy. At the same time, Weiss whipped down her pants, and she sent her cock flopping out - a massive spear that lashed out into the air, reached between the gaps of their bodies, and thudded against Silver Wolf's navel.

In an instant, her smile turned nervous, her eyes went wide, and a flustered blush ran across her cheeks. She looked at the cock hesitantly, as if very surprised and shocked by how big it was. She stared at the thick dick pressing against her tummy from ten inches past, then offered a bit of a gulp.

"Too big for you?" Weiss said smugly, for she could see Silver Wolf's fluster instantly.

"H-hah, it's big, b-but size isn't all that matters," Silver Wolf stammered, still trying to act tough. "I-it's all about skill."

"Right - skill issue, you said." Weiss reached forward, grabbed Silver Wof, and spun her around. "Let's see how that works out for you."

"H-hey - ooof!"

Weiss was not wasting time. She was not looking for a way to relax. She was going to get off and fix Silver Wolf's bratty attitude with her cock, and she was going to do it her way. If the girl wanted to get fucked and cum first, Weiss would happily oblige. It was why she grabbed her by the hips, then yanked her into the air, abusing her small weight to the fullest advantage she had.

"What the heck!" The girl spat, but there was no stopping Weiss from lifting her into her arms, nor from hefting on her legs. She grabbed her, pulled on her, and lifted her legs with a single powerful tug. She hefted them up into the air, then sent them bouncing over her elbows, locking Silver Wolf into nothing less than a sloppy full nelson. "W-what is this - !"

"Something-something, cope," Weiss laughed. "Come on, don't get overwhelmed too quickly, now…"

Weiss urged herself up, and she sent sliding up against the cunt above. She had to use her hand to do it, and that took her a second, but she hefted that big, fat prick up against those tight and squishy folds. She poised herself for entry, shoved herself right up against her, ready for penetration and sex.

"L-Let's see if I'll even feel - OH FUCK!" Silver Wolf cried out loudly. "S-shit!"

She instantly came as Weiss crashed her down onto her cock. Silver Wolf might have been a cocky, smug, confidant excuse for a girl, totally happy with herself and absolutely self-assured in her prowess at games, but she lacked any and all experience to handle the ten-and-something inches of rock-hard, dense, and fat cock that Weiss was packing. Having all of that so suddenly, so brutally slammed into her pussy was absolutely enough to send her into immediate contractions, all of which Weiss savoured.

She came instantly, simply because all those many inches of fat cockmeat plunged into her wet, squishy folds, ramming up into her cunt in a second. She writhed because she'd never before felt a cock's head kiss her womb like that; never had something so big and powerful and virile smash her baby-maker as if wanted to impregnate her by touch alone. Her pussy had never been so full that her toes were left trembling, or that her fingers were left spasming.

It was all known to her, totally out of the blue, and thus, she was incapable of handling it. All of her teasing, all of her joking, fell apart as Weiss's powerful dick laid claim to her pussy in that one sharp motion of full-nelson fucking. Walls spasmed, and they clenched; they tightened up around her shaft and hugged it close. Juices came spurting out to wash over her dick, flooding her with liquid arousal. Weiss purred, instantly adoring the submission of a beautiful girl around her cock.

"Did you already cum from me just putting it in?" Weiss teased, her voice husky against Silver Wolf's ear. "Gosh. I guess that makes you my pet forever, huh?"

Weiss rolled her waist, making Silver Wolf whine and spasm. The girl was already lost in the pleasure of the moment, and Weiss loved that. Yes, she adored her own superiority and her own skills, and her ego was high – but her ego was only that high because she was so good at making girls feel good. There was not a bone of cruelty in her body. It was all about pleasure, and making people cum their brains out at the hands of her dick.

So, when she rolled her hips and made Silver Wolf quiver, she felt good about it. She pulled back, adjusting her body, drawing her fat shaft out of that tight, and clamping hole of flesh. Juices squelched around her and insides wriggled about her shaft in a hot, lurid massage of pleasure. She could not get enough of it, really. It felt amazing, and that was a beautiful thing indeed. Pussy really did just feel the best, honestly.

"You know what? Maybe I'll give you a second try – a second life," Weiss chuckled against Silver Wolf's ear. "I don't want this to be too unfair for you, after all."

She hefted on that slender, pert body, and lifted it in her arms. She brought it up and drew it against her cock, making the gamer squirm and whine. Her voice was a whimpering rush of overstimulation, for she had never felt those sensations before. She truly did not know how to handle them, and it was, for Weiss, just as easy as that. Dickmeat was pulled out of those tight, snug folds, and worked free in a quick and needy rush of action.

"So how about this: If you cum twice, I'll let you go," Weiss purred. She knew that Silver Wolf was not really listening, however. She was grimacing and trying to control her body, her insides shifting and rolling against that fat slab of meat. Her insides quivered and her toes shivered, locked in the throes of lurid, and bizarre, delight. Weiss, though, was only getting started, and she was not going to hold back.

After all, Silver Wolf was the easiest, lightest girl she had ever pulled into a full nelson before. It was totally easy to pull her body around, abusing her light weight to lift her up on her shaft – up to the tip, poised there easily.. of course, that meant that the next crashing thrust smashed some nine inches of dickmeat inside all at once, plowing her fat shaft of meat right up through that squishy pussy. Utterly impaled, Silver Wolf could only spasm and wobble in pleasure.

"OH!" Silver Wolf gasped at the top of her lungs. "holy fucking hell!"

Weiss chuckled. She leaned in, nuzzled against the white-haired girl's neck, and hummed. "Oh? Too much for you, Silver Wolf?"

The woman squealed and spasmed. She gasped, her eyes watering, and her gaze unsteady. Her arms were limb around Weiss, now, practically flopping. Her entire chest just sort of doubled over, her stomach curling in the throes of impossibly intense, toe-curling pleasure. That made it entirely easy for Weiss to pull on her and draw her up, pulling her on that fat slab of meat. She drew her against her body, tugging on her weight easily. Weiss was not strong, but with someone like that, she did not have to be that strong – she just had to move.

Cock ground against those tight folds. They squished against her, pressed in tightly. They wriggled against her shaft, cupping her fat dick pleasantly. It was a tight, wet press of stroking, clenching muscle that pleased Weiss very much indeed. Pulling herself back and out made her sigh, because Silver Wolf was very, very tight, and very, very narrow – not at all suited for a cock of Weiss's size, that was for sure.

"Shit, you're tight, though," Weiss breathed out tightly. "It's like you're trying to suck my dick off."

That probably did not make sense, but Weiss was not looking to be rational right then. Rather, she lifted that body up her fat slab of meat, pulling her up at a powerful, fast pace. She whipped her up, drawing her around, and then instantly curling her waist. Dickmeat smashed up into a hot, squishy pussy, wedging walls out around her hardness. inches and inches smashed inside, which was made all the more powerful when Weiss pushed down on that slender body.

"It's like a vice – like a glove," Weiss husked out hotly. "Have you never been stretched out before?"

Silver Wolf merely gasped. Compared to the rest of her teasing and her cockiness over the course of the late afternoon, she was not merely doubled over and breathless, lost to Weiss's remorseless intensity. The pleasure and the strain had washed over Silver Wolf entirely, leaving her breath dazed and her body wheezing. She could bear it or handle herself any more than she already was, and so she was lost to whatever Weiss wanted.

The white-haired stud had full control, and she proceeded to use it well. Hse pulled on that fleshy body easily, drawing that slender form around, and pulled on her readily. She drew her up, rolled her hips, and worked it around. Her cunt rolled around Weiss's dick, making her moan. Those soft, spongy insides clenched and roiled around her filled her with delight and satisfaction, making her moan out rather hotly.

"Well, it doesn't matter," Weiss breathed out. "The only cock you actually need is mine, gorgeous…"

She rolled her hips and speared her shaft around. Silver Wolf squealed with the last dregs of air in her lungs, which was not that much altogether. She gasped and whined and shivered as cockmeat pulled out of her tight, snug folds, making her toes curl. Her hands were limp, unable to do anything as Weiss took control and ran with it. The pleasures were hot, the satisfaction hotter, and she could not control herself.

She rocked her hips, rolled them around, and slammed up once more – spearing tint to that hot, and toot-tight, glove of flesh. She drilled in deeply, hammering away at her pussy with lewd intensity. Dickmeat plunged in up to the hilt, her girth nailing her and reaming her out, until the bulbous head crashed and thumped against her womb – a solid, heavy impact, that hit her just right and left her gasping.

"Ah!" Silver Wolf wheezed. "Fuck!"

Weiss swung her hips and pounded upward, her body moving and her stomach flexing. She rammed upward and nailed into her soft, wet snatch, plowing her in a senseless frenzy of motion. She was moving hotter, going harder her pace picking up as she adjusted to the weight of a full nelson and the tightness of a soft cunt. She angled her body around, groaned, and clenched on those legs; she felt them flop over her arms and brace themselves there, nice and steady.

"That's so good," Weiss sighed, "S nice and tight, shit…"

She moved in harder, and she thrust in faster. Her girldick swung up in time with her pelvis, offering thuds as she hit that plump, heart-shaped ass of Silver Wolf's. Those breedable hips shivered as Weiss swung up and nailed her so hard and so deep, plowing her pussy with shameless, lewd intensity. She crashed into her snatch, and she plowed into her nice and deep – screaming her out, as it were, with each deep press and thrust of pure and utter enthusiasm.

Her pace was rough. Her angle was powerful. She was smashing that soft pussy, nailing her and crashing into her powerfully and eagerly. In and out, going down into her snatch, and crashing away at her core – slamming, nailing, and going over and over again. Weiss husked, slamming in hard and fast; her body increasing in speed, In intensity, to easily swing her hips around and thrust up. She was outright plowing Silver Wolf senseless, and the girl could only bounce, rock, and wheeze in Weiss's arms.

"Mmmfgh!" Silver Wolf cried out, her head looking back against Weiss's shoulder. "Nnnngh!"

There were no words when she came again; she simply came again as Weiss thrust up, hammering into her tight, squeezing snatch. She plowed in and up, ramming into her tight snatch and against her womb with body-shaking intent. That was more than enough to draw another orgasm out of Silver Wolf, who cried out in ecstasy as her body was railed. Juices urged once more and insides and tightened up, but Weiss kept on shamelessly pounding and plowing.

"Oh, no," Weiss sighed with loving intent. "Well… third time's a charm, perhaps?"

crying out and whimpering, Silver Wolf rocked and bounced and shifted around as she was fucked, slammed into, and impaled with reckless intensity. In and out, again and again, slamming up into her snatch and crashing away at her wet pussy. Dickmeat hammered through her pussy, working along her tight, squishy folds, cramming in so nice and deep each and every time.

But there was no 'third time' for Silver Wolf – any chance of holding out was a ruinous, laughable thing for her, where Silver Wolf's folds were utterly stuffed up to the very aching brim with hardened dickmeat. She came for a third time around that hard shaft, her insides stuffed up and impaled. Her insides spasmed, squished, and clenched up, milking intensely at that point.

Weiss kept on fucking. She plowed away, grunting and huffing with every movement. Silver Wolf rocked in her arms, wheezing out hot, over-strained breaths with every single movement. She whined and wheezed and gasped out loud as she was taken and impaled, her walls claimed with that dense dick. Silver Wolf was beyond comprehension – she had been fucked silly instantly, and that only continued with every passing second and moment.

"Maybe," Weiss breathed out, "You can last before I cum, huh?"

She nuzzled into the girl's neck and lifted her body. She slammed up into her full-nelsoned body, moving hard and fast. She reamed out those soft, spasming folds, which quivered in orgasmic bliss moment by moment and second by second. She squirmed, she wheezed, and she cried out each time, with each movement that was made. Gasping, whining, and crying out, the girl took the utterly mind-breaking fucking.

She was a sharp take from the woman from before; she was not cocky, teasing, haughty, smug, smarmy, or controlling. She really was just lost to the shape of Weiss's dick, to the intensity of her fucking. Silver Wolf was a spasming, quivering, orgasmic mess, and Weiss, taking advantage of it, fucked her silly. She translated her annoyance, her aggravation, into the sloppy, juice-churning sex, going for as long as she could.

But that was not forever. Her movements slowed, but were still fierce enough to churn juices and liquids. It all slurped and squelched against her as the dick pushed up and back again, making liquids bubble up around her hot folds. It drooled and drizzled down, rushing over that white slab of meat. It plopped down, drizzling and drooling. In and out Weiss kept on going, burying herself into that sinful, indulgent tightness, until there was little more to give.

"If you don't like it," Weiss husked against her ear, "you'd better do something, because I'm about to cum inside – and if I take responsibility for the kid, well…."

She let her words trail off, but there was no point – Silver Wolf was spasming, shaking, and quivering in orgasmic, eye-rolling pleasure. There was nothing to stop Weiss from slamming upward, and nothing to prevent her from instantly unloading the contents of her too-full balls into that wet pussy above. In a second, in a moment, she was plowing out her load of cum into Silver Wolf, finally and successfully stuffing that hot girl up with her powerful seed.

Babybatter came rushing out to spatter and slurp against that womb, thanks to Weiss's size and depth. Seed slammed into her and curled out around her, bubbling and sliding and slurping with wet intensity. Weiss blew her thick load into Silver Wolf shamelessly, pumping her full of semen, and stuffing her pussy up to the brim. She did so for seconds and moments, until her balls were briefly empty and Silver Wolf was practically drooling in her arms.

"What's the saying?" Weiss panted. "Skill Diff?"

Silver Wolf kept on whining.

Weiss grinned. She felt good; she felt hot. She had won, fucked Silver Wolf silly, got her dick wet, and got herself a new pet. She was happy, but she was not even close to done yet.

"Just in case I didn't make you cum yet," Weiss husked against her ear, "I'm going to spend the rest of the evening fucking you silly. Ah - don't worry about telling me your room. I'll just rent the closest one and fuck you so silly you won't even remember."

Silver Wolf merely gurgled.

Night had fallen by the time that Weiss drained her eighth load into Silver Wolf's tight pussy. By that point, Weiss had basically been done with her latest slut; she texted D.Va from Silver Wolf's phone to let her know she was alright, but then more or less decided to call it a night. She was, really, parched; she was in need of a good drink.

The best way to end a great day was at the bar, everyone knew that. So, happily, and while humming, she made her way to the best bar right underneath her hotel, ready to get drunk and then go to sleep utterly plastered. She had enough sex already, so she didn't feel a need to get another lay for the night. She just wanted to celebrate her amazing ninth day of Spring Break.

Ruby's okay with it, I knocked up D.Va, nabbed another babe to bring home, and plowed that brat silly, Weiss sighed happily. What an amazing outcome.

She hummed and sang to herself as she walked through the nighttime air. She heard the sounds of partying all around. People were still going strong. From her position on the walkway, she could see at least two concerts on the beach, then three open-air parties, and a few bonfires. People were having fun like shameless individuals, and Weiss approved.

She was one herself, now. She happily strutted along, making her way to the bar. She looked left and right as she moved, simply taking it all in. basking in the colour, the sights, and the smells. It was all so familiar by now, like a second home. Soon, one day, she'd have to get back home; but it was only day nine, and she had a little bit longer to go.

"Hey, come with us?"

Weiss walked along, still humming. She heard lots of sounds and voices, most that washed right over her. She was carefree, light, and very, very content. She felt so good and buzzed, despite not being drunk yet. The sex, really, did that to her.

"Come on, hang out with us, baby…"

"Yeah, let's have some fun!"

Weiss yawned a bit. She stretched her arms over her head and did not give any words much thought at all. It was -

"No thanks," called out a more feminine voice. That, for the first time, caught her attention.

"We'll have some fun!"

"We've got drinks in our room…"

"No - hey, let go, creep!"

Weiss started up at that.

"Let go!"

Weiss did not take kindly to people assaulting girls - not at all. Sure, she herself was no longer altruistic, but she wasn't a damned rapist. No; she turned toward the sound and moved forward, and at a glance, saw the source of the sounds. There, in an alley between two buildings, was a purple-haired girl with sun-darkened skin, surrounded by a bunch of dudes who were grabbing her and trying to coerce her into going with them.

She clearly did not want to do so. She was fighting back, trying to pull out of their embrace. At a glance, the girl was curvy and busty, but that did not matter. The dudes, three of them, were bigger. Gangbangers, as it were, looking to all get their dicks wet and pass the girl around like a slut at a frat party. Gross stuff, as far as Weiss was concerned.

"Hey!" Weiss called out, and quickly strutted over to them. "What's going on over here!?"

The guys briefly panicked, though their expressions melted into amused relief when they saw it was just a small, tiny slip of a girl, thin and short, walking toward them. However, that time and that gap was just enough for the equally short purple-haired girl to start rushing forward, escaping their grip and all but rushing Weiss.

"Help!" The stranger shouted. "These people are -"

"-Creeps," Weiss finished saying. She was not sure why she did so. The sound was familiar, in a way. She felt like she knew what was going to happen, or maybe… she understood the situation implicitly. In some way, it tingled at her brain, at her memories, but then it was gone. "I got it."

"Look, we just wanna have some fun," the first dude said.

The second one smirked. "You can join us, whitey -"

"Dude, she's got a dick," pointed out the third.

"And? There's a slut, we pass her around. She's got holes. And hands. And shit."

Weiss stepped forward threateningly. "Look, I'm a bit drunk and I'm very tense right now. Leave now, or we'll have problems."

"Ey," said the first dude, "Fuck off, or else."

"Alright," Weiss said.

That was all she said. From then on, she was in pure defense mode. She flung out her hand; she did not need her sword to trigger her Semblance, for it was an inherent power to her as a person. She lashed out, and the first dude found himself knocked flat on his ass by a rapidly-summoned Glyph. It acted as a shield, causing him to be repelled rather violently.

The second man rushed her and punched her in the face. He just punched her. Yet, thankfully, Weiss's Aura was naturally up and naturally active, so all he did was hit that fizzling shield and make it buzz a bit. Weiss was more than capable of then spinning and really just punching him in the neck, making him go down like a light - the adam's apple being particularly vulnerable, naturally.

Weiss was not that strong. She was a small girl, after all. But, she was a trained Huntress, and she had both Aura and a Semblance. The people in front of her were almost normal, standard, average humans, without any sort of training. Weiss had long since stopped trying to even think about why they didn't have Auras, either.

The third one didn't take long to go down, either. As he rushed her, she grabbed his arm and formed a glyph with the other; it was awkward, hesitant, not quite skilled or well-formed, but it did not matter. The man flipped over like ice and smashed into the ground face-first, probably breaking his nose. Weiss did not care. Bastards like them deserved all that and more, so when she had two knocked out and one wheezing, that was enough.

That was that, and so she swiped her hands together, rolled her shoulder, and huffed. Her work was done, and all she had to do was take care of the girl she'd saved. Weiss turned to the stranger, and at the same time, said, "Hey, are you ok –"

Except, the stranger got to her first. She tackled her while shouting out her praise, offering a few giggling 'thank yous!' in the time it took to wrap arms around Weiss and pull her into a hug. It was, for her, really that simple. She tackled her in a hug and swept into her, really making full and squishy contact. Weiss felt soft, spongy flesh compress against her ribcage area; the tell-tale sensation of boobs that everyone would recognize.

Of course, these were a lot bigger than normal boobs typically felt. They felt huge against her skin, and she was aware that the girl had to be totally fucking stacked well before she even got a good look at her. But, then, she looked down, and Weiss really did realize just how stacked this stranger was: she had to be at least an E cup at a glance, but very likely much bigger than that. Hell, when Weiss really focused her gaze downward, she found that she was staring at a giant valley of cleavage.

"Hello there," Weiss breathed out.

Giggling, the stranger pulled herself back. She was a bit shorter than Weiss, which was impressive given how short Weiss was already – but she was a shortstack, to be sure. Her face was round and cute, really adorable, actually, like a fresh-faced college girl. Her body was utterly, entirely stacked, with giant curves everywhere Weiss looked. Her tits were massive, huge milkers, and her hips were wide and curvy things meant for holding onto during sex. Her waist was narrow, her legs thick, just busty and curvy all around like some hoe.

Her skin was tanned from the sun. not dark, but a nice, warm colour from the summer's heat. all of that was tucked away in a very skimpy purple bikini that looked positively salacious: tight bottoms, a very thin top around her giant tits, showing off way too much side boob and far too much of her sides. There were a few belts and buckles along the way, like convenient holsters for objects – or just to be extra seductive.

She had long thigh-highs and boots on, a mixture of practicality and seductiveness. The girl's outfit was seriously hot and the girl herself was seriously cute, making for a combination that had Weiss staring. Though, of course, that cleavage alone would do it—so big she could lose her head. She shook her head in pleasure at the sight, then licked her lips. She'd saved a real bombshell shortstack, so again, she prayed to whatever god existed there that was making her so lucky.

"…You saved my life, Senpai!" The girl cooed, then offered a salute with two fingers above her head.

"Senpai?" Weiss cocked her head, but kept on staring at those tits. "I don't know what that means."

But she did, in some way. A word came to her mind well before anything was spoken, so when the girl said the word, "upperclassman," it resonated with Weiss.

She blinked. "Oh."

"And what's your name, Senpai, my saviour?" The girl cooed, all fluttering lashes and rolling, drooling enthusiasm.

"Weiss Schnee," she replied a second later. Her eyes were still drinking in the sight of the girl's slutty, amazing body, which was just too addictive.

The girl giggled. She winked. "And I'm your cute Kouhai! It's a pleasure to be saved by someone as dashing as you…"

Weiss blinked. "That's… not really a name, is it? Kouhai?"

"Of course it is!" Kouhai chirped.

Weiss wasn't actually sure that the girl was as… afraid or worried as she should be. Yet, she had met plenty of weird people with weird names, some even with numbers in them, so that was unimportant. Instead, she shrugged. "No problem. Truly, the pleasure is mine, if only to meet you."

Kouhai giggled again, then bit her lip and smirked. She saw the angle of Weiss's eyes, where she was staring, and offered a purely knowing look. "Gosh, Senpai… are you a pervert?"

"Huh?" Weiss pulled her head back a bit. "I don't mean to stare, I promise. It's just…"

"Oh, I don't mind," Kouhai hummed. She rolled her shoulder, making her tits bounce and bob forward within her tight-fitting purple bikini. Her big, fat cleavage wobbled together in a gorgeous swell that made Weiss's blood pulsate in her veins. "I'm just noting. I mean, you're my savior, right? So you could totally feel my tits if you like!"

Weiss was nowhere near reserved enough on Spring Break to actually decline such an offer. Instead, she said, "Well, if you're offering, I'd be glad to."

Weiss reached forward like a shameless hoe. The schoolgirl-like person in front of her merely hummed as hands grabbed at her tits by their undersides, hefting them up in small, slender white hands. She offered a giggle as Weiss hefted them up, then groaned internally at their raw weight; so huge and so heavy that they made her wrists almost ache. It was an incredible touch that she simply adored, and hefting them up pleased her to no end.

"Wow," Weiss breathed. "Those are great. And they don't hurt your shoulders?"

Kouhai laughed. "Not for someone like me."

Weiss pushed into those soft, doughy mounds of flesh. Almost mesmerized, she squeezed on the sun-browned flesh, gently digging in and kneading. Through that bikini, she filled her hands with soft flesh, eagerly groping into them. Their feeling was astounding, and Weiss happily enjoyed them. She pushed in, squeezed, and squished in a very pleasant sort of way. She dug in, and she let out a happy sigh as she played with those big and fat titties.

"You're really liking them, huh?" Kouhai hummed innocently. "Gosh, you really are a perv, Senpai…"

"You have amazing tits," Weiss said honestly. She kept on groping them, squeezing them softly in her hands. She bent them and she squeezed them, shifting them around however she so wanted. She loved how they felt in her palms, and moving into them filled with pleasure. As far as a saviour-reward went, she really damned liked it.

Kouhai hummed even more throatily for it. "Sayyyy… Weiss?"

Weiss did not look up. "Mhm?"

"Do you think you can lead me to my hotel room?" The purple-haired girl asked, her lashes fluttering coquettishly. "I'm too scared to go myself."

Weiss didn't quite believe that, but she totally did not mind. Instead, she happily asked, "Lead the way."

Kouhai giggled. She swung herself back, pulling her boobs out of Weiss's hands, and then moved around to wrap her arms around Weiss's - and, thus, trap her bicep right in her cleavage. Weiss could not be happier, and her cock agreed. "Follow me…"

Kouhai started to lead Weiss through the area, up the boardwalk, and into the hotel. For the first little bit, Weiss just asked her some idle questions - where Kouhai came from, what she was doing, who she was with, and things like that. Mostly, she was staring down at those bouncing titties wrapped around her arm, her pleasure rather hot and enticing.

About halfway to their destination, she pulled her arm away from Kouhai's cleavage, wrapped it around her waist, and shoved her hand down. Shamelessly, she planted it experimentally on Kouhai's ass. The girl did nothing but hug her side even more, which made it easy for Weiss to start shamelessly groping her fat ass as they walked - outright leading her by the ass, her hand playing and toying with doughy, perfect flesh.

Quite a few people noticed. Only a third looked concerned, and most seemed approving. Weiss honestly didn't care. She groped a fat ass, pushing into doughy flesh, kneading it around in her hand while Kouhai pressed up against her. Occasional gropes of her tits and pressed against her body seemed to please her; she was enjoying it, and never once commented on how her saviour was feeling her up like a slice of meat.

Eventually, they made it to Kouhai's room. She unlocked the door easily and stepped inside, letting Weiss follow her. The room seemed almost empty, a bit threadbare, surprisingly. Of course, Weiss did not care past the fact that she was in another girl's room, and that girl was now taking her by the hand, twisting around, fluttering her lashes, leading her backward…

"Hey, hey, Senpai?" Kouhai grinned. "Lay down on the bed for me? I really wanna thank you for saving me."

"You know, that sounds good to me," Weiss chuckled. She bit her lip, slapped that fat ass, and then sauntered over to the bed. She shoved her pants down at the same time, pulling it down until her dick popped out. Already hard and thick, it bounce free and wobbled as the white-haired girl jumped onto the bed. She shoved herself back, then laid out flat on her back, eager to get right to the sex she knew had been coming.

She expected sex at that point, that was how used to it she was. Thankfully, that was exactly what she was getting, since Kouhai followed close behind and giggled as she jumped onto the bed. Her tits flopped magnificently for the few moments she moved, and then wobbled wonderfully when Kouhai tore her bikini off - not that it mattered very much. Her bottoms were more important, and seeing her pussy for the first time delighted Weiss.

"You're so big, Senpai!" Kouhai cooed. "Gosh… I knew I was lucky to see you…"

"Enjoy yourself," Weiss chuckled eagerly. "It's only fair to give your saviour a reward, after all."

Kouhai pressed the big, fat rod up against her pussy, filling Weiss with raw anticipation. She was always so horny when it came to girls. She was always ready to feel them slam up into her, impaling cunt with her thickness, filling up tight love-tunnels with her girth and just enjoying them. Anticipation, eagerness, anxiousness, desire, all of that was always present. Right then, though, Wesis was surprised to feel that her heart was palpitating, as if this was the hottest moment of her life.

Or as if she was in danger.

Kouhai offered a hot, wet giggle. "Mmmm… Should I stick it in?"

"Uh, please?" Weiss huffed, a frown on her face. "You said this was a reward, didn't you?"

"Look at you, being all snappy with your cute kouhai…" Kouhai licked her lips and flashed her teeth. "buuuut I guess I can allow it"

Weiss blinked a bit – and then looked at that hot, wet pussy, literally leaking juices down onto her cock, then past a flat, soft schoolgirl tummy, toward a giant pair of tanned tits. She felt a shudder of uncontrollable lust pass through her at the sight of that shortstack body, and let out a bit of a groan. Her hands fondled the thighs straddling her, gently squeezing a thick flesh, and was surprised by just how nice they felt.

"Please," Weiss said huskily.

"Please…" Kouhai grinned wickedly. "Goodness, I like the way you beg."

Weiss frowned for one single second, and that was all there was. Kouhai slammed down in the very next second, propelling her shortstacked body onto Weiss's incredible thickness, her girl-conquering shaft of meat that had plowed its way across a third of the Spring Break beaches. She dropped her weight with sudden, viscous force, and just like that, WEeiss was buried balls-deep into sinful pussy once more, taking enjoyment from yet another woman.

But instantly, Wiss gasped out loud, nearly at the top of her lungs it was more than just a moan of appreciation, or one of pleasure. It was something a bit more strained in quality, like a hint of a wheeze that came from the depths of her throat. As that soft, spongey pussy surrounded her, she became aware of a few things: one, the dick was more than just tight, it was a squeezing vice; yet, it did not feel like it was trying to stroke her dick off, and more like a mercilessly milking, squeezing hand.

It was as if the pussy was rippling around her, roiling with muscular, massaging finesse, stroking her dick already. The second thing was just how honey-thick it felt, like an enveloping warp of juices. It squelched against her, making her moan uncontrollably. It felt so wet, and so thick beside that, like a nice lotion or lube. That, combined with the third thing, was a lot to stand: it was silky-smooth, as plush as Viper and Rupee, as inhuman as Ei, like it wasn't – well, human.

"Oh, fuck," Weiss groaned out as Kouhai slammed her way down onto the cock – and really did just slam her way down, because she propelled her small body onto all ten or something inches of pure, rock-hard Schnee breeding-meat and impaled herself in a single rush. Her weight propelled itself down in a way that made her tits bounce upward with a gorgeous jiggle, and in just that one motion, she was utterly, entirely impaled. Dickmeat rammed up against her cervix, and then skin thudded against her pelvis.

"Wow," Kouhai husked as she dropped down, mashing her pelvis against Weiss's flat skin – leaking fluids there, too, in a wet sort of way. "This cock… it really is stud-cock, isn't it?"

"Fucking – Dust," Weiss swore freely, her hands grasping at those smooth thighs. Though floored on that first drop, her body wriggling with the sensations of trying to handle grade-A pusy, she was not going to let herself be taken on the back foot that badly. "You're way more wild than I thought you'd be!"

"Wild?" Kouhai grinned. She pressed down against Weiss's pelvis, clasping her hips with her thick thighs. "Me? Cute little me? No, no, I'm just a good little Kouhai, you know?"

Weiss looked up at the gorgeous little sexpot she'd managed to nab. Her pelvis and her hips were swallowed up by dark, sun-tanned flesh so thick that it engulfed her. Hips were wide and fuckable, enough to trigger anyone's urge to breed. Her waist was narrow, her stomach flat, and yet led up to utterly massive, E or F cup tits that could compete with the likes of even Raikou, maybe. A cute face with almost pearly, lilac-hair was the icing on top.

"You don't look like a good little girl at all," Weiss joked, then winked. "Don't let your daddy know what you're doing out here, yeah?"

"I've only got one daddy," Kouhai purred, "And that's you, little Weiss."

Weiss chuckled. "Damn, this is so hot…"

Kouhai pressed forward with her hips, making Weiss whimper and groan. Those wide swells bucked on top of her shaft, rolling forward with merciless intent. That squeezing, massaging cunt stroked her shaft off In very physical, very palpable ways that made Weiss gasp out loud. It wrapped around her, clung to her, and stroked her with merciless intensity, and that felt awesome. It was definitely a lot more than she expected, but it felt real, really good, and she loved it.

She groaned out loud for it. Kouhai stared at her with wide, eager eyes, as if drinking it all in. She did not seem surprised at all by her reactions, and the look on her face was knowing and smug – but Weiss didn't mind. She did not care if that coy schoolgirl was some sort of sexual predator or anything. What would she care? It was her first fuck with that top-of-the-line pussy, and she was going to enjoy it. What else was there for her to think, really, other than how good it was?"

"Move those hips for me, Kouhai," Weiss groaned. "I have to feel that pussy bounce."

"Mmmm…" Kouhai licked her plump lips – lips that Weiss, for a moment, almost remembered wrapped around her cock, blowing her into a few messy orgasms. But, just for a moment. "Since you asked so nicely…"

Kouhai bucked, shoved herself forward, and then brought herself up a second later. She pulled herself upward, her body rising and sliding, drawing up along the length of that hard shaft of meat. She pulled with a sudden sweep, an intense movement that drew her cunt across inches and inches of that rock-hard shaft. Weiss could only moan at the delectable, amazing feeling of a cunt rolling around her shaft, making her gasp so throatily. It felt good, honestly. It made her want to whine.

"Oh," Weiss groaned powerfully, her fingers digging into thicc, squishy thighs. She squeezed firmly as Bb brought herself up across all ten throbbing inches of meat, stroking it off with her natural tightness. her pussy was rolling against Weiss, clinging to her in very palpable ways; she could see the pink of flesh rolling alongside pussy folds, desperately hugging her cock like a second mouth. "Fuck…."

"I know you like that, Senpai," Kouhai giggled. She bit her lip and rolled her shoulders, making her breasts bounce and pop. For the moment, her hands were light on Weiss's stomach, just teasing, and not doing much more. "I know you like how my pussy feels…"

"Of course I do," Weiss groaned out happily. "It's actually so, so good. I could fuck this all day and not get tired."

"Glad to hear it," Kouhai purred out, her eyes almost glowing. "That's what I love to hear."

The girl brought her hips down again, and she pounded onto Weiss's shaft in one hard, brutal motion. She rammed cockmeat up into her hot, silken depths without hesitation and without remorse, propelling herself down like a weight. Her fat ass smacked against Weiss's thighs in a way that made her feel a bit tingly and sore, but that was unimportant. That glove of pussy wrapped around her cock all at once, and as she was impaled up into it, Weiss could only buck her hips and moan.

"Fuck, yes," Weiss gasped out, her head spinning. "That's amazing, Kouhai."

Kouhai giggled. She pressed forward. She smooshed her hips against Weiss's pelvis, grinding the dick right up against her womb – and that sent shudders through them both. Big, full titties jiggled up top, bouncing around so lewdly and so messily. Weiss loved that, too. Kouhai had some of the biggest tits she'd ever seen on an eighteen-year-old, and they caught her eyes in all the best ways.

Dust, she swore internally, those tits could feed an entire school of babies….

Kouhai rolled her waist, and then drew herself up again. She moved with fast, eager power, the grin on her lips nothing short of smug. She stared down at Weiss with hot, possessive eyes as she bucked herself, ready and willing to bounce in that hot and lurid cowgirl action. Her titties bobbed up and jumped on her chest as she drew herself upward, sliding across inch after inch of rock-hard, stiff meat. She drew to the tip, climbing across that entire shaft as if it was nothing, and stared down teasingly.

"Down I go," Kouhai cooed, and slammed down hard. She rammed herself onto the shaft, making Wesis gasp, pump her hips up recklessly, and shiver in pleasure. Her head spun with the pleasant sensations, yet all Kouhai did was coo and giggle pleasantly. "Ohhh, Senpai… you like that?"

"I love it," Weiss groaned out happily. "It's so good."

"I don't want you to cum too quickly," Kouhai purred lovingly. "Don't be one of those pump and dumps, Senpair…"

"I won't cum that quickly," Weiss assured her, but she still felt her cock shivering. Kouhai felt unnaturally amazing, as if her pussy had quite literally been designed just to milk Weiss's dick it actually did not feel normal at all, but what did she know? She had only started banging girls that week. She could not care about that sort of thing. She just enjoyed it, loving the way that the busy slut of a schoolgirl brought her body around in a lusty arc of motion.

She rose up across almost the entire shaft of meat, drawing white flesh out of her tight and clapping indies. Honey-thick liquids drooled down, glazing her meat just that much more, before the next shameless, sloppy descent – and again, dickmeat was pounded up into her tightness. She was impaled in a single hard, messy stroke, leaving Wesis to gasp out in pleasure. Skin made hard, fleshy contact, to both of their pleasures.

"Mhm!" Kouhai cooed lovingly. "Gosh, I just love a big, fat cock so much…."

She brought herself down with a hard, clapping stroke, making Weiss's pelvis almost ache. Still, the raw pleasure of it was intense. She squeezed down on those schoolgirl thighs, digging into the brown flesh happily and willingly. She moaned out as Kouhai brought herself around so lovingly, spinning and rolling herself forward. Pussyflesh snugly roiled and massaged her fat prick, making for a truly loving sensation of excitement.

"Fuck," Weiss moaned out again. Kouhai rose up her cock with shameless enthusiasm, bringing herself right up as fast as she could. She was bouncing hard, moving her waist with unconscious skill, like she was a shameless slut. She was actually moving her waist and her body so much easier than Kouhai would have wanted or would have expected, like she was an experienced slut. Probably, she was. Everyone on Spring Break, male or female, dudebro or party girl, was a slut. "You're so good at this."

"Plenty of experience," Kouhai purred smugly. "Especially with nice cocks…"

She brought herself up and around, fucking herself down onto Weiss's cock. She would ram her way down and take it all inside, filling Weiss with pleasure. Each time, she would desperately buck her hips up in sympathy, as if trying to hump the needy slut above. Her hands pawed at the dark, tanned flesh, making for quite a show. It all felt so good around her dick, in her hands, that she was almost in love. The urge, the desires, were so much hotter and more intense than anything she'd felt before, though; they felt almost alien.

"This dick is so good...!" Kouhai moaned a second later, her face shining with happiness. "This is something I'll never get over…"

Weiss groaned and swore. She bit her lip as Bb bucked and bounced her body up and down, moving in sharp ascents and harsh descents she was hammering herself down onto her pelvis, her fat ass clapping with each stroke. As she hit Weiss's slim body, her tits wobbled and bounced obscenely, jiggling like an earthquake had passed through them. From the undersides they wriggled upward, trembling like plump gelatin.

They shivered from bottom to top in lurid, jiggling ways, to Weiss's pleasure. They wobbled around and clapped together like giant circles, moving like balloons, and that pleased her. seeing two tits bounce and bob was one thing; seeing those fat, heavy milkers press and squished together in wet thuds and hot claps made her downright drool. Her hands squeezed at those soft thighs as she stared at the entire lewd affair, loving every last second of it.

"You like that?" Kouhai purred down at her, clearly seeing what she was staring at. "Like my tits?"

For some reason, those words felt so… familiar. They made some part of Weiss's mind twist, as if she was trying to recall something - but then Kouhai slammed down again so nice and hard, and any of Wesis's concentration, bay of her thoughts, were wiped away in a fit of pleasure. She simply moaned, and Kouhai simply purred out lasciviously.

Weiss nodded happily. "Absolutely. They're incredible!"

"Enjoy your bouncing Kouai's tits," Kouhai giggled smugly, "And don't worry about anything else…"

That, too, was familiar. It evoked sensations of a dark room, sunless, the sky outside black like an eclipse; the scent of sex on the air, a haze of sweat so thick it was like a fog; used condoms in their hundreds, messes of wrappers around a body that was sore and dry; a bed that had snapped, the bedposts overwhelmed in strain, colliding with the ground; of a sore body, a tired cock, and endless, messy cockriding; of words and purrs and the promise of endless lovemaking, endless sex, and then a litter of babies that wouldn't stop –

Weiss snapped out of it and moaned. "Dust, Kouhai, just like that, fuck –"

She squeezed those thighs, and felt the pussy ripple around her. She stared up at perfect tits and watched them bounce as if nothing else mattered. That pusy rolled around her in mind-blowing ways, but it was oddly familiar to her, even then. It was strange; she almost felt like she knew it. Like she'd fucked it before, but she knew that was impossible. She knew, with certainty, she had never fucked a pussy as good as Kouhai's before. Yet, at the same time, she felt as though she'd been balls-deep in it before, too.

But, all she said was, "The grip of your pussy is insane, babe, fuck…!"

Kouhai laughed, then bit her lip and rolled her shoulders to make her tits bounce up. "You're lasting so long this time, Weissy. All that training did you soooo well!"

"W-What?" Weiss said awkwardly, not quite catching the words.

All Kouhai did was smirk proudly and cutely and rocked forward. "Mmmm... you're throbbing so much, Weiss…"

Weiss was, she realized. She was grunting and groaning as Kouhai slammed down, feverishly milking and stroking her dick. Each time the girl descended, she would awkwardly pump her hips up, feverishly humping into her for a final moment of pleasure. Her shaft was swelled, engorged, and thickened; she was lost in the pleasure-haze of the moment. She was being tugged along into the messiest cock-riding of her life, and she was adoring the cowgirl for all it was worth and then some besides.

"Are you going to cum?" Kouhai purred, and Weiss just helplessly held onto her hips and moaned.

"Fuck," she whimpered, "Yes - !"

Kouhai kept on riding, kept on slamming away, not caring one single bit what she did or how she did it. She recklessly, mercilessly rode Weiss's dick, her tits jumping and her ass clapping the entire time; a lewd symphony of perversion that really did not stop and did not end. It was purely obscene, absolutely messy and totally, entirely unhinged. It was beautiful, and Weiss, in her pleasure, could not stop herself from messily bucking her hips upward and jerking into that tight pussy.

A second later, she came, and she came hard. Weiss groaned, pumped her hips up, and started to shoot out her load into the sticky heat of Kouhai's tight little pussy. Cum shot out in quick, hot strings, and wet, gooey arcs of wetness; they crammed into her and stained her snatch in the white-hot release of potency. Baby-batter rushed out as if from a firehose, using Weiss's brand new, stud-like libido; happy to paint up another strange girl's cunt in her virile seed with baby-making intent.

Her hips pushed up too, practically pushing Kouhai up from the bed, as if lost in a breeding fugue. She pumped up seed as if desperate to impregnate, and clenched up her entire body to do so. Her fingers squeezed hard into tanned skin as she pumped out her load, drowning that snatch in gooey semen. Her entire cock pulsated and exploded, her balls tightening and rocking, all to knock that girl right up – and even if she did not succeed, she happily went at it more and more.

"Oh, Senpai," Kouhai purred lovingly. "You're really trying to knock me up with this one, huh?"

Weiss gasped. "Just take my – fuck, my load –"

She pumped out her cum. She pumped out her seed. Her balls tightened and spasmed, hopelessly spurting out her seed. She drowned Kouhai's pussy, and in doing so, let out the biggest climax of her life – or so it felt, oddly enough. The girl's pussy seemed to practically be milking her, pulling up her seed and guzzling it down so lewdly. It was honestly, incredibly intense. Really intense. Dizzyingly so, in fact. It made her whimper, and wheeze, and husk out breaths.

"Not afraid of putting a baby in me?" Kouhai said huskily.

"I'll take – responsibility," Weiss huffed weakly. Her cock twitched out a few more times, but she had emptied her balls out already. She had no more to give, and it felt so good she kind of just wanted to relax for a second.

"Good," Kouhai purred down at her lustfully. "Because we're not done yet, Weiss. Not even close."

"Not done?" Weiss let out a breath. Her cock was a bit more sore than usual, perhaps, but she didn't mind it too much. "Well, I have no issues with that…"

She reached up to stroke Kouhai's hips.

Kouhai smirked. "Good… because I'd be a bad girl if I didn't drain my saviour's balls, right?"

"Dust, you're so hot," Weiss husked. "And I absolutely agree."

"Then hold on, Senpai," the lilac-haired girl husked, "Let's blow your world."

"That was fun, Senpai!" Kouhai chirped. She flicked her hair out behind her, fluffing it back, and then adjusted her bikini around her curves. She delicately tied the straps around her waist, making sure everything was in place. She adjusted the back bottoms, making sure her ass was covered neatly.

Weiss normally would find the sight very arousing, but for the moment, her cock did not do much more than twitch. It was totally spent, soft against her thigh, totally satiated. That was definitely new for her; it hadn't happened in a while. Yet, somehow, five hours of sex, lasting up until basically midnight, had literally emptied out her balls for the first time in… forever.

Weiss was sweating, in fact. She was pretty tired, which she found really strange. She was not sure what was up with that; she hadn't been that tired in quite a while. Maybe, since Riakou and that whole debacle. Still, she stared at Kouhai as she dressed, just sort of wondering why the sex was so good and why the girl wasn't even sweaty yet. Weiss, a stud, was kind of widened. The girl she'd saved was… well, perfectly fine.

"We'll do that again sometime!" Kouhai chirped. "But for now, you should just relax. I don't want you to break or, like, anything!"

Weiss let out a sigh and tried to sit up, but was too tired to try. "Where are you going?"

Kouhai looked over her shoulder. "I have some stuff to take care of. Just rest up, K?"

Weiss frowned. "You're leaving? At this hour?"

Kouhai winked. "Don't worry about me. Take care of yourself!"

Weiss felt really weird about that, almost unsettled, but she could not say why. She was also really tired, and did not know what to do about it. She was not sure she could even move more. Hell, her Aura was even a bit drained, as if she had been in a fight. "Can't you at least give me your number?"

Kouhai laughed. "Don't worry about that."

Weiss huffed. "How about your name, at least? Your real name. This was way too good for a one-night stand."

Kouhai winked at her one final time and moved out the door. "Don't worry, Weiss. We'll definitely see each other again."

The girl opened the door, but paused in the doorway, framed as it was by the moon. "Rest up and relax, Weiss. I'm sure the owner of this room won't be back for a while."

"The - wait, what? Who?" Weiss blinked, but then Kouhai was gone, having closed the door.

Weiss then slumped back. She had no idea at all what that was, what the hell had just gone on, or why it was so confusing. It was weird, but she felt way too satisfied to think very hard about it. She was really just disappointed that she had not gotten her real name or her number to fuck her again, which was a waste.

She was also very surprised about how tired she felt, how drained she was. She'd really not felt like that before, except in the most vague of senses: Raikou, when she'd been compelled to go all out, and then on the first day, before the accidental Servant-fertility thing had transformed her into an inhuman fuck machine. Now, though… she felt normal again, as if Kouhai's pussy had milked her dry.

Weiss slumped back.

Well, who actually cares? She thought, and shrugged. She was hot, the sex was great, and I got pics of her for Ruby. doesn't really matter who she is, right? Plenty of fish in the sea, and all that.

And so Weiss went to sleep on what might have been the greatest day of Spring Break so far.