Another chapter! This time with a wee-bit of plot incoming as I work towards bringing Yang into the fold.
Still a lot of Summer goodness, though, and I do hope y'all enjoying it so far. Got some new tags to add, as we experiment with some new stuff.
Tags: Solo action, masturbation, edging
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Chapter 4
Summer spent the remainder of the week in a sex-charged haze.
He spent most of the time fucking her, forgoing even his training, which had been the reason for Summer's hiring in the first place. The only breaks Summer had been given were to periodically see to herself and her meals.
And she'd been only permitted one regular meal a day. After that, all she was permitted to eat was her master's cum.
Besides that, she was on her back, bent over the bed, or on her knees with her ass in the air as her master fucked in and out of her womb to put a baby in her.
Much like the first day, she'd cum herself into unconsciousness, screaming herself hoarse before blacking out. Some times, he'd keep her on the edge, overstimulated enough to leave her in a stupor but still able to respond a bit. She'd spent most of her time like that.
Days had passed with the only thing Summer could remember was the sensation of his large cock pulling and pushing at her insides as she was filled with enough cum that she could hardly remember what it was like to be empty. Her body was constantly warm, her skin constantly electrified, and her pussy stuffed full of Jaune's semen.
The bedroom had become her world. Cream damask the cliffs and ocean while the vaulted ceiling was the sky, not that she'd really paid them much attention.
No, instead most of her attention, when she was lucid enough to be able to focus on anything, was spent on squeezing her master's cock, thrusting her hips, running her hands over his shoulders, back, hair, and exalting his ability to ruin her.
Which was exactly the state she was in on the morning of Sunday, a day before she was slated to return to her home in the isle of Patch.
Summer was pressed against the headboard, her legs thrown over Jaune's shoulders as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. His mouth was wrapped around a nipple as he drank his breakfast from her while her arms were wrapped around his head in an embrace.
"Mmmβ¦ Ahβ¦ Masterβ¦"
The older woman writhed as Jaune went in and out of her, his pace far slower than what he'd subjected her to for most of the week. His cock entered in and out with large strokes, each one going from entrance to the back of her cum-packed womb. Summer shuddered whenever he'd bottom out, eyes clenching shut as the sensation overcame her.
"Is it good, master? Ahβ¦ Has my milk pleased you?β¦Mmmβ¦Hmmmmm!"
His mushroom-shaped cockhead pulled out from her womb, the shape of it dragging against her insides from uterus to cervix all the way out of her mound.
She keened as she gushed about his girth, her pussy walls cramping around his head just before he pushed himself back into her with an almost painful slowness.
"Gods! Ah! Godssssssss!"
By this point, her entire passage had been well-worked, now pliant to Jaune's movements. While it still felt like she was getting her insides pulled out each time he dragged his cock back to her entrance, the movement was much smoother now, and her cervix allowed him easy entry.
Hot milk squirted out of her tits as the orgasm hit her, her master's teeth biting down harder at the sensation while his other hand grabbed at her free tit and squeezed.
Jaune pulled himself back before drinking from Summer's other nipple. All the while he kept thrusting.
"Jaaaaaaune! Oh⦠Oh!⦠It's so good⦠So, so good."
Electricity came up from her tits as he drank from her, going up her spine and jolting her with each bite, with each squirt of her milk.
The thrusting had stopped, his pelvis up against her ass and his cockhead lodged inside her babyroom. Summer was full and she could feel how the skin around her abdomen was taut as it wrapped around his girth. She could feel the tightness of it, feel how it rearranged her insides.
But he no longer moved even as Summer continued to squeeze about him, pulsing as she squirmed in pleasure.
Oh but her tits. Oh gods, her tits.
Jaune moved back and forth between her nipples, biting and sucking at them as he drank his fill. Even with the constant drinking, her breasts felt full, felt tender.
Why did it feel so good?
"Master! Master! Please!"
Friction. She needed some friction. The cock inside her wasn't moving, and the pressure needed movement to be released. She pushed her hips against her master's.
She couldn't move. He had her crushed between himself and the headboard. Summer tried to pull herself up with her knees, but she couldn't get any leverage against his shoulders.
"Master?"
Her mouth was open. She was panting, drooling. Around her nipple, she felt his smile before he pulled away from it with a pop and a flash of sweet, sweet pain before he dove unto her other tit. Jaune's hand picked up the slack and made gentle circles around the wet, sensitive nubs.
It was exquisite, agonizing.
She tried to thrust against him again, but it was futile.
"Please, master! Ah!" she wailed. "Jaune!"
The buildup was still going. Her tits and pussy were aflame while he drank from her. His tongue ran over nipples while the pain from his teeth sent her into overdrive.
Summer clenched about his girth.
Eyes rolled back as she practically vibrated around her master's cock, girlcum and milk squirting from her as she orgasmed again, her poor, poor pussy spasming in both release and pain.
Only then did he start fucking her, dragging her down unto the bed and then ravaging her with thrusts that prolonged her cumming. She thrashed about while he pinned her down with his hand on her legs and his mouth around her tits.
"CUMMING! CUMMING! CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!"
She was a bonfire, her whole body turned into one erogenous zone. Pleasure washed over her like a tide as sensation fed unto itself. Each thrust caused her to squirt milk, his drinking from her caused her to cum. She was blind and deaf to all else now. All that was was pleasure.
What words she cried out as she melted away she did not know. She couldn't hear anymore.
When Jaune was done, when he'd come in her one last time and her orgasmshad finally subsided, Summer realized that her lungs were on fire and her tits finally felt empty.
But she knew that they'd be aching again before she even made it back home to Patch.
And that her master had made her come just from breastfeeding him.
And she'd come for him again when she'd recovered enough to be able to milk herself into a glass for him to drink. She was a shaking and panting mess as he put two ice cubes to let the milk cool, ultramarine eyes looking at her with smug satisfaction.
Oh gods.
~TtT~
When Summer first got back home, the first thing she did was run to the bathroom and finger herself to orgasm.
The trip back was long, a three-hour drive to the City of Vale and another two hours waiting in the airport for a three-hour flight to the island.
In those six hours, her breasts had grown tender, swollen, again filled with milk. The aching and leaking came after.
But Summer would have been able to manage that normally. She'd done it before when she'd had Ruby, and she'd already gotten herself breast pads when she'd gotten to the airport.
The real problem for her had been the arousal that came with it, and while she'd had pads for her tits, she hadn't been ready for the overwhelming desire to finger herself on the air bus back. She twitched and squirmed the whole way home, her self control holding only on account of how public it would be.
Her poor daughters. Yang and Ruby had met her at the door, excited to see their mom again, and she'd brushed past them after planting a quick kiss on each of their wondered if they noticed how she shivered as she did so, how clammy her skin was, how lightheaded she felt.
She'd tossed her bags unto the bedroom floor and locked the door behind her, making a beeline for the bathroom and seating herself on the toilet.
Moments later, she had torn open her button-down blouse and shoved her pants down to her ankles. Her legs spread wide as four fingers were shoved up her twat and her other hand grabbed a leaking tit.
The stimulation helped. She set a hard pace that reminded her of how rough Jaune was with her, pushing four fingers in and out of her and dragging the tips alongside her walls in a way that reminded her of his cockhead. Her hips thrust upwards and against it, fucking herself on her hand.
Summer made a sound that was a cross between a whine and a whimper. It was like she was a kettle left to boil without a way to get rid of the excess steam.
Leaking milk dripped unto her hand as she kneaded her heavy breasts. It hurt a bit to do so, but that was part of how she liked it. She squeezed her nipple.
"Ooooooooh!" Eyes rolled up as she felt milk and girlcum squirt out as her pussy clenched around her fingers in a mini orgasm.
Oh Jaune. She could see her master in front of her, enjoying the sight of her suffering, blue eyes shining in delight as Summer ached in the grips of need. Her fingers staved off some of it, but she needed something bigger, meatier. Cock. His cock.
"Mom? You okay in there? You looked a bit sick."
Yang, sweet and responsible daughter that she was, must have noticed something wrong.
"Ahβ¦Ahh-ahhhβ¦" Her breath shuddered, but she tried to keep it down. Fingers kept moving though, thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out. "Y-Yang?β¦ooooooohβ¦" Silver eyes clenched shut. She had to get control of herself, stop for a moment so she could answer her daughter.
Summer needed her master to fuck her.
"I-I'm okay." She wasn't. "J-just been a busy week, a-and the flight over was rough- uuuuuuuuuuuuuuah!"
Four fingers clawed at her insides as her hips rose from the toilet seat and shivered. Jaune fucked her, fucked her womb, fucked her ass, fucked her throat. Rough. Just the way the master liked it.
"Do you need help?"
Helpβ¦
Blue eyes turned purple, the hair of the head drinking from her tits grew in length. Summer pinched her nipple and pulled.
"Y-yaaaaaaang!"
The master's face grinned at her as he took her daughter from behind.
She came, squirting all over the toilet seat and the floor in front of her even as she stared at the door that her daughter stood behind. Still, her fingers kept thrusting.
"Mom!?" Yang was sounding alarmed now, she'd started pounding on the door.
"I- ah- I'm okay." Sweat poured down her face as she came down, the pull of her arousal going down to a steady thrum. Still, her fingers kept thrusting. "Jus-just really tired and I almost slipped."
She shooed her daughter away after that, giving some sort of reason that she couldn't remember before she pulled a nipple into her mouth and sucked.
It took almost an hour of fingering and stimulation for her to take the edge off, even then, she needed to milk herself into the sink like she was some sort of cow before she calmed down enough to be able to go out of her room.
This confirmed what she'd realized before she left the chateau. She needed to keep her breasts empty if she was going to function, or else she'd get horny, so horny she couldn't think straight, so horny her body wouldn't respond to anything except sexual stimulus.
Good thing Taiyang was out on a mission. She'd at least have the bedroom to herself.
But as she cleaned up and changed, lilac eyes flashed in her mind's eye.
~TtT~
"Yang?"
She looked up to find her younger sister walking in, a look of confusion clear in her silver eyes.
"Hey, Rubes," Yang answered, turning back to her bags. Would she be able to fit her case for Ember Cecilia in here? She'd probably have to carry it separately, wouldn't she? She had too many other clothes she needed to bring. "Everything okay?"
"Mom said you're going to be working with her for the Arcs?" Her little sister sounded so small when she asked that, and she was all hunched up, too. "For the whole summer?"
She caught something almost broken in her sister's voice.
"Rubes!" Yang cooed, grabbing the younger girl and giving her as big a hug as she could manage. "Yeah, apparently her boss decided to take care of the whole thing that happened at The Club, but she wanted me to help her out to make up for it."
It was putting things lightly, but Yang didn't want her little Ruby to feel any more bad than she already did.
The first night her mom got back from the chateau, Yang had been given a talking to. Sure, she'd heard that the stunt she'd pulled wasn't the smartest thing, but she hadn't gotten to know how bad it was until Summer had told her.
When she'd first been given the rundown, she'd wept. Yang didn't really know what else there was for her to do at that point. She'd only wanted to find her birth mom so they could help handle the bills.
Yang wasn't blind. She'd noticed that after her injury her mom wasn't as quick as she used to be. She didn't think her sister noticed since she wasn't quite there yet, but Yang definitely felt that their mom was much easier to catch up with when she practiced with them now.
Apparently her injuries had been serious enough that her parents had to dig pretty deep to handle everything. Yang only had a vague idea since neither her parents nor her uncle were willing to really say anything about it, but the fact that her dad was out doing missions when classes was something she hadn't missed.
So she hoped that Raven would be willing to give them some money to get by. She'd heard from uncle Qrow that she was pretty loaded, after all. He mentioned she ran some sort of gang way out in Mistral.
Unfortunately, Yang went and lost her temper when the informant she'd tried to hire didn't have any info to give her, and things only got worse when his bodyguards stepped in.
The cops had managed to stop Yang from doing something that might have gotten her thrown in jail, not that she actually thought she'd have had to go that far. Everyone in the club was already down for the count at that point!
But she hadn't gotten off scot free, nevermind that the people running the Club were clearly sketchy anyway. They'd levied a hefty fine on her and told her that the incident was going on her record.
Which meant that she wouldn't be able to attend Beacon anymore.
That⦠that had been sobering. Terrifying, even. The idea of not pushing through with becoming a huntress after spending almost her entire life preparing for it both sucked and made everything else pretty darn uncertain.
Everyone in the family was a huntsman, it was the only life Yang had ever seen. What was the other option? Be normal? That'd make her the weird one! And she'd be the only person in her class not applying to one of the four academies after graduation.
So when she'd been crying on her mom's knees, Summer gave her a pat on the head and told her that she'd still be able to go to Beacon, that they wouldn't need to sell the house. Her mom had given her that smile that always reminded Yang of times she'd had been woken up by nightmares or lightning. It made her feel safe.
Turns out she'd asked her boss for help. The fine and the record issue were going to go away.
But she'd been told that she still needed to learn her lesson. So Yang was going to start working for the same people that took mom on. Apparently the heir to the family was about her age and needed combat training. Yang was going to be his training partner.
Well, on top of working as part of the household help, apparently.
So here she was, packing her bags to move to the same chateau that her mom worked at for the remainder of the summer.
Which would leave her little sister here.
"I'm gonna miss you, squirt." Her arms squeezed around Ruby's much smaller body, a gesture her sister returned with a whimper that she didn't quite get to hide. "I'll be back once classes start, yeah? We'll still see each other in Signal."
Besides that, their dad would be back by tomorrow, which gave them at least one whole day as a family before she and mom had to go to the mainland. And mom would be able to come back every other week for a few days. Yang had asked why it was just her mom, but apparently Yang needed to 'train' with the young master, and part of her punishment was staying at the chateau full time.
"Mom'll be back every few weeks like she is now." She told her sister as they both sat down, the hard shell of her weapon's case digging into the small of her back. "And I think uncle Qrow will be staying over if dad isn't around."
From the depths of the oversized shirt she wore, Yang heard a sniffle. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you, too, Rubes. I'll miss you, too."
~TtT~
"Hnga⦠Hngaaaaah⦠Hnggggggg!"
Her hips shook in uneven thrusts, driving herself down unto her fingers as they pushed up into her twat as her arousal practically splashed out, the drops landing on her sweaty thighs before dripping down towards the sweat and juice-soaked bed.
Summer could feel the muscles of her core burning, her arm was much the same. She'd have to swap which hand she was fucking herself with soon, though it wasn't the first time she'd needed to do that.
All the while, her tits were squashed against the bed as her face was half-buried in a pillow. Much like the sheets, it was soaked with sweat and her other fluids. Summer could smell her milk in the air. It had been steadily leaking out of her nipples since the night before.
"Hunnggggβ¦ Gaaaaaaaahβ¦ Ahhhhhngrhβ¦"
It hurt. It felt so good, but it hurt.
She could feel the pleasure mounting. It had been mounting since last night. A trickle, a drop, a light burn that came up from her core and up her spine. Milking herself had only slowed it down, but both the fullness of her tits and her arousal returned stronger as the night drew on.
After putting away dinner and getting her girls to take care of the cleanup, a shaken Summer had decided to call it an early night to avoid her daughters from noticing how distracted she'd become. She didn't know if it had worked.
That was when she'd started. She spread her legs on her bed and started toying with herself, lifting a tit to her mouth and drinking her own milk.
She'd imagined him drinking from her. Jaune suckling from her tit and enjoying the meal that she'd give him and their baby. She'd imagining her milk being served in his morning cereal, with ice in a glass, cooked into desserts for him.
The heat had only grown.
By then her pussy was a slimy mess, threads of her arousal wrapped about her fingers and wrist as she shoved almost her entire hand in and out. Eventually her neck got sore, her arm got tired, and she'd been unable to keep her nipples in her mouth.
Cock. She needed cock.
The image of it flashed before her, the memory of the sensation of it piercing through her, fucking her. She'd started thrusting back against her other hand as she laid down and kept her legs spread. The pleasure kept building, kept her going.
It was so lewd, the sounds she'd been making. She was sloppy and wet and squishy, welcoming her hands the same way she welcomed her master's cock.
She needed to be fucked, needed to be used and consumed by her master. She needed to be impaled by his fleshy rod as he fucked her to orgasm after orgasm until unconsciousness and then even beyond that.
Her mouth was dry and parched. She needed cum, needed to taste it and play with it with her tongue. Summer hadn't eaten properly in days now.
All the thoughts aroused her even more, dragging her up to her peak as she approached orgasm.
And she was kept there.
"No!" she keened, tears streaming down her face as she felt the wall before her, felt it stop her even as she started to move frantically against her hand and she was now spasming with her arm crushed beneath her. "Please!" she begged, "PLEASE!"
Her juiches sloshed out of her, her fingers were numb now.
Still she couldn't come.
Summer wept, despair clinging to her even as her exhausted hips tried to saw her fingers in and out of her twat.
It had gotten worse after the first day.
While she'd managed to milk herself, the arousal came back alongside the milk. She was forced to masturbate to orgasm every night or be left hypersensitive, every sensation as painful as it was arousing.
But eventually, it took longer and longer to come, each session going further into the night and into the dawn before she'd cum herself to sleep. It was with images of her servicing her master that she'd last see.
Then she'd wake up and get her daughters something to eat.
Summer didn't know if they'd noticed, if they'd noticed how sluggish she'd become, or how much time she'd spent in bed. They never asked and Summer didn't want to bring it up, hadn't the heart to.
And now she wasn't cumming. She'd hit the wall so many times tonight, in a stark difference from what it was like when she was with her master. Her orgasm went from almost a hair-trigger to impossible to accomplish.
He'd never said anything, but she knew that this is what he wanted. He wanted her to be like this, be unable to come unless it was either in his presence or by his hand, or maybe even by his command.
She could see it, too, presenting herself before him, her hands behind her back and her legs spread wide as she squatted before him. Her arousal dripping to the floor in a steady stream as he opened his mouth and commanded her climax.
"Yesssssssssβ¦"
The springs of the bed squeaked as she started thrashing again, her free hand joining the first in pleasuring herself. She rubbed her clit, hooked her insides and dragged. Her pants joined the cacophony as she did. The wall to her orgasm was still there, still insurmountable.
But the pain was good. Pain was part of her master's pleasure, and all that mattered was his pleasure.
"I- ah- I'll come when you say, master." Her eyes were closed and she arched her back upwards, drawing from strength she didn't know she had still. Her hips still kept thrusting through the pain. "Squirt all over myself on your say so. Command me! Command meeeeee!"
Summer could see it in her mind's eyes, she'd shake and quiver as she came. Her milk would squirt and she'd collapse unto the puddle of girlcum on the floor as she shook. Hips would thrust at the empty air and her hands would hold fast to her arms to make sure they stayed behind her back while her arousal splashed around her.
Her walls squeezed her fingers, spasming as though in the orgasm of her dreams while the pain of arousal without release stayed. As it would until she met her master again.
So Summer edged. She edged and edged until she passed out from exhaustion.
When she woke hours later, she changed the sheets and did the laundry, and greeted her husband as he came back from his mission.
She made dinner and her little family ate together for the first time in months, truly complete.
All of this she did with thoughts of her master's cock in the back of her mind. It was always a part of her now.
The following day, she would take herself and her daughter to Chateau de la Brume Gris and begin the rest of Yang's life.
Maybe he'd be pleased enough to let her cum again.
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