Hello, everyone! Hope y'all had a good weekend! A bit of a late update this time since the weekend has been busy for me. With this, the fic should be caught up to the Ao3 publication, but that'll only be true for a few more hours since I'll be updating there right after this.
No worries, though, as I'll be updating here later this week, so the difference in chapters shouldn't be for much longer. Once that hits though, updates will start coming once a month.
New Tags: Womb Stimulation, Begging
For those interested in reading ahead however, you can do so on my βππ₯π£ππ π. You can read up to two chapters ahead there:
π‘ππ₯π£ππ π.ππ π/ππ π‘ππ₯ππππ£ππππ€π₯ππ£
Chapter 9
Yang sighed as the hot water rained down on her, easing tense muscles and draining away the exhaustion. As far as she was concerned, this was exactly what the doctor ordered.
She'd just finished with training with her mom and Jaune. This one had gone harder than usual with Summer wanting to see Jaune really push himself now that they were able to ramp up his training with Yang here to help.
Under other circumstances, Yang couldn't say she'd have minded. Jaune had been much better than she expected when she started working here, and he was capable of putting up a better fight than even some of her classmates in Signal. And despite the unsavory⦠arrangement they had, he'd specifically asked her not to hold back on him on account of his genuinely wanting to get better.
Sadly for Yang, these weren't usual circumstances, and not only was there baggage involved with fighting her boss, she'd also been exhausted from being fucked by him every day since all of this had started.
He'd kept it varied, of course. It wouldn't do for Yang to get a pattern down for when and where he'd want to take her, right? It had changed on the daily, ranging from just sneaking into her room at night to having her served with his breakfast in the morning while her mom prepped the training room to getting her in the showers after training.
Twice, he'd even gotten her in her personal showers in their wing of the chateau.
Recalling each encounter would usually just end up as a blur for Yang. One she'd wake from sore, exhausted, and dripping of cum from her pussy, mouth, and pretty much everywhere else.
And unlike the first few days, Yang had been unable to take the full day off to truly recover. While Jaune had been content to allow her the leeway, he'd been unwilling to cover for her when her mom started asking as to why Yang couldn't come to training.
So she'd started seeing to her duties through the soreness and the persistent heat of Jaune's cum in both her womb and stomach.
It would have been a much more terrifying experience if not for the fact that Jaune had been very consistent with giving her birth control pills, even if he refused to ever wear a condom. Small mercies.
But this meant she'd come to training tired, sore, and usually filled with cum. A little weight of molten heat in her womb and filling her stomach. Which also meant she wasn't always able to give it her best. It was something Summer could spot a mile away, and Yang had gotten scolded just earlier that day for. So much so that her mom had ended training early so Yang could get some rest.
So that meant she had extra time in the shower, and Yang had every intention of taking her mom up on that offer.
It was nice to be able to just enjoy pleasant heat from the hot water, get rid of the feeling of grime and sweat from the workout, and even better to get to her regime of caring for her hair.
The same hair that Jaune made sure to cover in his cum every time he'd taken her.
Yang froze, eying the shampoo and conditioner she'd been reaching for as the realization came to her. With how much fucking she'd been subjected to, Yang was sure her hair had been covered in more semen than product this past week. And there were times where she'd cried herself from the stress of just trying to get all of it out after Jaune was done with her.
Why even bother? She was sure he'd have it covered in cum by the end of the day, right?
She felt her mane heavy with water, felt it stick to her back, her shoulders, her breasts. They fell around her face like a curtain. Yang had nurtured her hair for as long as she could remember, Summer taking her the first time she'd wanted to pick out her own shampoo and giving tips.
Could she do it?
Her hand hovered over the bottles, she could feel it shake despite the warmth of the falling water.
"Lien for your thoughts?"
Yang froze.
~TtT~
Jaune groaned, throwing his head back as he thrust his hips forward and his cock straight down into Yang's throat.
Tears stung her eyes, her vision blurred. Yang could barely breathe. Still, she didn't pull back, instead soldering through the feeling of choking on his cock as her head started to spin. All the while, she made sure to keep fondling his balls with her hands.
"You're getting better at this, Yang." He said with a very satisfied sigh as the clench of his fingers around her head loosened. One of his hands started to pat her head and Yang tried to ignore the upwelling of warmth that followed. She wasn't enjoying this.
Blinking away the tears, she stayed in place as he started to pull himself back. She winced at the sensation of his cockhead dragging out of her throat and the gagging that came with it. With the shower turned off, the sound of this sloppy head she was asked to give him filled the room, bouncing off the tiles and in her head.
A thread of slime was stuck to his cockhead, small bubbles that shone in a way that Yang couldn't take her eyes off of it even as she felt it pull at somewhere beyond her uvula as it was stretched. It glistened as it stretched and the smaller bubbles started to pop. Jaune let go of her head, and she could feel the way he leered at her.
One of the hands that had been fondling his balls broke the throatslime strand and wrapped it about his dick. Her hand glided up and down, head to base. The movement was easy with how slick it was now. Jaune made a sound that was half laugh, half moan at this, his hips thrusting instinctively and bumping her nose with the tip of his cock.
The effects were instantaneous, overwhelming. Yang's own hips thrust as precum and throatslime made its way into her nose and the smell clouded her head. Lavender eyes almost rolled into the back of her head, but she barely held off.
Pulling away, she shifted his cock upwards with a minimal slowing down of her movement. Diving in, she replaced her hand around his balls with her mouth, attempting to suckle on both.
If the smell at his cockhead had been strong earlier, it was all-encompasing now that she was face-deep in his crotch with his cock above her. The air itself felt thick, heavy. His cock towered above her, and Yang couldn't see anything besides the slimy pillar that had quickly become a fixture in her life. There wasn't a day this wasn't inside her, after all.
"Oh what a good cocksucker you are, Yang." Jaune had his hand on her head again, rubbing circles on the crown of her head like she was his pet. "Keep going. Uβ¦ Ahβ¦Use both hands."
She complied, reaching up with her now-free hand to cup the swollen, slimy head of his cock as her other hand kept stroking up and down.
His balls couldn't fit in her mouth, so Yang had been forced to take them one at a time. She took care to suckle them, lick them, lather them in her spit.
The orbs started to tighten, retreating upwards. His cock pulsed in her hands. Jaune moaned, cheered.
"Oh⦠Oh⦠I'm getting there, Yang."
Like this, he'd cum like a fountain. He'd cover her in semen again, her hair especially. The warmth that had built in her stomach had been replaced by something cold, tight. Her knees shook, and she felt the lower back tighten with goosebumps.
She pulled her mouth away.
"In my mouth."
Jaune didn't seem to hear her, he leaned his head back, continuing to enjoy her service.
"C-Cum in my mouth, Jaune."
His hands wrapped around her head, this time twining his fingers in her hair and pulling on that. Yang winced at the pain and felt her lips be pushed against his tightened balls.
She pushed back.
"J-Jaune!"
"Who am I?"
Yang's vision was filled with falling drops of precum and throatslime, some of it threatening to land in her eyes and forcing her to close them. Despite this, she kept stroking him, kept polishing his cockhead. It was pulsing now, readying to release its load.
"Maβ¦Master Jaune." She answered, feeling lightheaded as the smell of his musk filled her mind.
"Beg."
He was still pulling her mouth to his balls. Yang acquiesced and gave both a suck and lather while speeding up her hands on his cock, now stroking his shaft with both. "P-please cum in my mouth, master Jaune. I⦠I want your cum! I⦠I-I need it! Please!"
One of Jaune's hands moved down, cradled the back of her neck.
"You'll drink all of it. You won't spill a drop."
Yang's answer was to take his cockhead into her mouth and continue to glide one hand up and down the shaft while the other coaxed at his balls. She moaned around the head, suckled.
"Yesssssss!" Jaune hissed as he came.
So much.
The first squirt had filled her mouth, and Yang barely had the chance to swallow before the next squirt came. It was like truing to keep up with a hose, the semen coming in just as she was swallowing it away.
Not enough. It wasn't enough.
Jaune's cum was thick, viscous. Each time she gulped it down, she could feel the molten blob slide down to her stomach. But it was slow going, oh so slow. And his jizz was coming at such a pace that each swallow happened with the sensation of the previous mouthful still squeezing its way down.
She'd started choking. Yang tried to pull back, but Jaune held fast to her head and neck. Yang screamed around his cockhead.
Jaune wouldn't budge.
There it was, at the back of her mind, every instinct telling her to take a breath, to breathe in. Yang fought it, fought it hard. If she drew in breath now, all she'd get was a lungful of cum.
But the master still wouldn't let her, wouldn't even as she actively pulled her head back and pushed with her hands against his thighs.
Yang gave.
Her world went dark.
She was on the ground when she came to, upper body held up by her elbows as she had a hand around neck.
Tears streamed down her face, something thick and sticky dripped from her nostrils and she was heaving cum unto the floor.
Cum. She had cum dripping from her nose.
"We'll talk about your punishment later." And the master was gone.
At least he hadn't cum in her hair, even though Yang's face was a ruin of cum, spit, and slime.
Small mercies. Lavender eyes closed and she muttered a prayer. Whether the gods listened, she didn't know.
~TtT~
Chateau de la Brume Gris's grand dining hall was bright, cool, and breezy. Comfortable.
It was also large beyond belief and the only place that Summer could think of that might compare was Beacon's own dining hall. And, even then, she was pretty sure that the chateau's was larger.
Master Jaune didn't particularly like eating here. He usually preferred taking his lunches outside, or at the smaller dining room that was attached to this wing of the chateau. He'd say that it was better with the sunlight and the wind, or in a place that didn't feel so empty with none of the other Arcs here.
But it was nice to have the hall be used on occasion, when he'd asked to have it prepped for their use today, and he'd asked to have lunch with Summer and her daughter for lack of any other company in the chateau.
A feast was waiting for them when they'd arrived, served on large pots and trays and bowls. They only needed to take heaping servings unto their plate before digging in. Summer decided it was an appropriately fitting indulgence after what they'd gone through that morning.
Combat training and then sexual training for the master and Yang, and work for her.
Though she did enjoy the show Yang had put on in the showers earlier. It wasn't always she'd gotten to hear her beg like that.
Summer hid the moan as a hum when she took a bite of the gravy-drowned mash. The food was good.
Jaune was attacking the food with gusto, having worked up quite the appetite. Yang was a little less enthused, though Summer suspected her eldest had her lunch spoiled a bit care of their master. She failed to suppress her smirk, but looked past Jaune to the view of the northern gardens to hide it.
"So next week?"
The hum that came from Jaune was answer enough. Still, he added, "I'm having some of my gear updated. Uncle Charles sent me the designs for his shield-gauntlet, but the engineer we're having make it is based in Vale."
Across from them, Yang twitched. Her fork rattled against her plate as slices of honeyed ham fell between the tines. She gasped.
Oh?
"How long are you planning to stay there?"
Jaune smirked, ultramarine eyes flashing with mischief as he bent down to take a bite of his meal before answering, "We will be staying there for about a week. I haven't been able to spend any time in Vale for a while, so it'll be pretty good to enjoy the city. It'll be a vacation."
"That sounds lovely!" Summer cheered, "We haven't gone to Vale as a family in a while, actually. Maybe we can have Tai and Ruby fly in? What do you think, Yang?"
"Hngggg!" Yang's eyes briefly rolled up before she caught herself. She clenched them shut and took a shaky breath. Summer's eldest shivered. The mother licked her lips at the sight.
"You alright, firecracker?"
The girl took a deep breath and clenched her hands over the tabletop, trying to compose herself even as whatever Jaune was doing to her caused her to actually moan.
"Y-yeah⦠Aah⦠Haaaaaa⦠I-I'm alright, mom."
"A-alrighty, then." Summer answered, instead looking to her master to see what he was doing. Ultramarine eyes looked to his lap and Summer caught it.
Jaune's right leg was stretched out, his empty shoe lay beside its partner.
She sent the boy a conspiratorial grin and went back to both her meal and the conversation.
"We can probably spend some time with your dad and your sister. I don't think we've gone around the city in at least a year now." Turning to Jaune, she added, "Is that alright, Master Jaune?"
He sent a noncommittal shrug even as he leaned back into his chair to let his foot have easier access to Yang. "I don't see why not. You and Yang can take the remainder of the week off once we've settled business."
With the way he was seated, Summer could see the beginnings of a bulge through Jaune's pants. She felt warmth pool in her belly at the sight.
Back to lunch, Summer took three saucers filled with bread pudding and vanilla sauce. She put one in front of Jaune, another in front of herself, and the third she held out in front of Yang.
"Meal's not done without dessert, Yang." She grinned.
Yang reached out with both hands to take it, but paused. Shaking, the blonde let out a low groan. Her hands faltered. A beat later, she let out a yelp, and almost threw herself off her chair. Summer looked back down to see Jaune grinning.
Whatever he did, Yang was alert again, eyes darting from Jaune to her with clear terror. Summer pretended not to notice as she shook the plate of pudding at her daughter.
"You've had the bread pudding they have here, right? It's to die for." She didn't give Yang time to come up with an answer and instead leaned over the table to put the plate down in front of her. Immediately, she turned back to Jaune, "Have you spent a lot of time in Vale before, Jaune?"
As their master answered, Summer took a bite of the pudding with her left hand while her right quietly reached down to wrap its fingers around the growing bulge between his legs.
Just because her daughter was suffering didn't mean her master had to.
~TtT~
Yang had held on for as long as she could.
She squirmed as Jaune's big toe brushed up against the area right below her belly button. The pressure caused warmth to pool in her core, and only grew the longer he kept stimulating her.
Despite it, she'd tried to stay put. With just her dessert left to finish while her mother and boss talked about the plans for the trip to Vale they'd be making next week.
Except the conversation had just gone on and on. First to talk about where they'd be staying, and then the overall itinerary.
The whole time, her mother was taking her sweet time finishing up the same bread pudding that she'd given to Yang. Jaune's had disappeared in moments, scarfed down as he kept making eye contact with Yang and continuing with the torment.
Her pussy was leaking. She could feel it squishing in her panties with each twitch she made whenever Jaune pushed into her womb.
"I'm sure Yang and Ruby would be more than happy to show you around town!" She heard her mother exclaim.
Yang wasn't sure to what anymore. Her vision was turning dark around the edges and she felt her insides squirm. Her head swam.
And then Jaune pushed his toes straight into her. She felt her womb be crushed, compressed.
"HNGGGGG!"
She bolted upright, with so much force the chair was almost thrown back.
Moments later, the door to the hall's adjoining bathroom closed behind her. Yang didn't even know if she'd come up with a workable excuse.
Her pants hit the ground, then her panties shortly afterwards. Threads of her arousal connected her dripping pussy to her underwear, and stuck to her leg when they broke. She whined as she straddled the toilet, fighting and failing the urge to thrust as she settled herself.
Yang could hear the splashing coming from the water below, feel the film of sweat that now caused her hair to stick to her face. She was panting, drooling from her mouth the way she did from her pussy.
Hot⦠So hot.
But her hands didn't go for her pussy, or for her engorged clit that she could see peeking at her from beneath its hood.
No, she went for the area right beneath her navel.
"OH! O-OOOOOH!"
She howled at the sensation of her womb being crushed. Both her hands pushing down so hard, she could see them sinking in. It hurt.
It hurt so good.
A jet of girlcum shot into the toilet bowl. Yang shook as the orgasm hit her, arching her back so hard she might have fallen off the toilet if not for her legs stretching to accommodate her posture.
Every inch of her was alive with electricity. Her eyes only saw stars, and she was relatively sure that her tongue was lolling out.
But it wasn't coming down. Yang had been swept up in the orgasm, and it lifted her. Lifted her and lifted her as her hands started to knead at her womb from the outside, each one pulling back as the other pushed. Each move prolonged her orgasm, built up another one, and made her womb burn with the intensity of a bursting star.
Yang screamed.
And her hands kept going, kept kneading. Eventually, building up to another orgasm that caused her to finally fall off the toilet, landing on her ass with her legs spread wide. She might've hurt herself it not for her aura, but the pain only drove her orgasm further.
Her back arched, hips thrusting up so that her womb was the highest point of her body, the weight of her resting on the crown of her head and heels of her feet.
Yang's pussy gushed like a waterfall as she died the little death again and again.
All without having laid a single finger on her pussy or clit.
I'd love to hear what you guys think of the story so far. Thanks for taking the time to read!
For those interested in reading ahead, you can do so on my βππ₯π£ππ π. You can read up to two chapters ahead there:
π‘ππ₯π£ππ π.ππ π/ππ π‘ππ₯ππππ£ππππ€π₯ππ£
And in case you'd like to see updates my writing updates such as when I get started on a chapter or when stuff gets posted up on my twitter:
ππ₯π₯π‘π€:/π₯π¨ππ₯π₯ππ£.ππ π/ππ π‘πππ£ππππ€π₯ππ£