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Mentions of Sleep Sex, Cum Eating, Drowning, Blowjobs
Chapter 12
Pleasure and pain looped in on itself. Yang didn't know how long she'd been out now.
She groaned as something pressed on her womb. Yang couldn't tell what. It was packed, stuffed, filled to bursting with her master's cum.
And that cum felt like the core of a sun inside of her. Molten hot and pressing on every wall of her.
"HNGAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Yang screamed, came, thrashed. Her thighs got wetter as she squirted. Whether it was girlcum or Jaune's cum she didn't know.
Breathing was hard. Breathing hurt, tired her. Each inhale was like fighting against a great weight resting atop her, crushing her. So she focused on that. Just on breathing. This might have been the first time she'd gotten to do that since Jaune had just⦠parked himself inside her and forced her to cum and cum and cum.
She could already feel it again though. Another orgasm building, rising from the calming of the last one. The pressure of his cum in her womb kept it going, a star that felt so far away from sputtering out.
The girl felt a sob burst from the back of her throat as she writhed in the heat of it all.
And when something, her insides, pressed against her womb, the heat flared.
Yang screamed a wordless scream. She didn't know how many times she'd done this now. Came, tried to pull herself back from beyond the edge, come down from it, then be almost immediately thrown over.
She could already feel it coming, the jerky thrusting of her pelves to fuck herself unto a cock that wasn't there. Each movement pushed or pulled against her womb. She didn't know which, from what, or why it mattered, but anything even remotely doing anything to her baby room sent fire and lightning up her spine.
The blonde didn't know how much longer her body could keep going like this. She didn't know how her legs could manage to even still be thrusting, how they hadn't given out to exhaustion.
And then she felt a hand on her forehead. Cool and dry and soothing.
"It's alright, little Firecracker. Let go."
Mom!? Yang gasped, groaned out a cry for help as she felt familiar lips touch her sweat-slick forehead. She didn't know if she formed any words, but an arm wrapped about her shoulder and more kisses fell on her clammy skin.
Relief and Fear washed over her, and she couldn't grasp what was going on. Pleasure clawed at her senses, the furnace of her womb beginning to come alight even as her mind tried to figure out what was going on.
Was she imagining this? Was that it? Was Yang Xiao Long finally losing it so much she needed a hallucination of her mother to get her through her suffering?
"Let go, Yang." The voice came again. A hiss in her ear before she was kissed there.
A hand caressed her cheek, her neck, her collar, then one of her breasts. Yang gasped, squirmed. What was going on!? A cry left her lips, an accusation.
Her tit was lifted. Hefted up, almost measured, then squeezed. The furnace in her womb bloomed.
"Gaaaah!"
Summer laughed, pinched Yang's nipple. This time, Yang felt herself thrash weakly in her mother's grip.
The girl wished she could see more than stars in the darkness. Maybe see if her mother's silver eyes were out there looking down on her.
Really see if this was actually happening.
Instead, the arm around her shoulder let go, dropping her back unto the soaked sheets below. A dainty finger traced a line down as Summer's voice sounded out:
"You've made a right mess of yourself, haven't you, Firecracker?" A giggle followed, "Look at you, covered in his cum. You even have a little bulge."
Her hand went up against the bump of Yang's womb. It was light, featherlight.
But between that touch and the pressure from inside, Yang came screaming.
"He stuffed you good, didn't he, Yang?" Her mother's voice sounded clear through her screams, through the static of her orgasm. "There's still so much coming out of you."
And then she felt a tongue brush against her lower lips.
Yang woke.
The air was cool, uncomfortably so. Shivers ran up and down her spine and only made worse for the sheen of sweat that covered her skin. Even the sheets were soaked all the way to her legs, hidden underneath the comforter. She realized she was nude.
She remembered her dream.
Immediately, she threw the sheets off and checked between her legs.
Pale liquid reflected the city lights coming in through the window, coated her fingers and ran down her palm. It was viscous, thick. Jaune's cum. Fresh enough, too. She wasn't as stuffed as she'd been in her dream, but there was enough that it was flowing out steadily. Briefly, her hand traveled up towards her womb, a line of semen traced the path of her finger.
It was still there. She could feel it. Hot inside her, filling her. Already her arousal was building, and she clenched her thighs while the fire grew.
So she and Jaune had fucked. That hadn't been a dream. That had been real.
Was her mom real, too?
Yang hoped not. Gods, she hoped not.
She didn't know how she'd be able to handle that.
But she was clean. This was the cleanest she'd been after Jaune had finished with her. The sheets had been changed. She was intimate, now, with how dried cum felt on her skin, and there was little to none of that. The prodigious amount of semen she'd been pumped with also wasn't caked under her asscheeks.
Was it Jaune, or had it been her mother? The fact that Jaune almost never cleaned her up before was what scared her about this. He'd done it once or twice since he'd started taking her, but had it been him?
Yang pulled her legs up to her chest, pulled them out of the blankets. Embracing them, she took a few deep breaths and tried to suppress her shivers.
Her scroll beeped, the familiar sound of a message coming in pulling her out. The light of the screen and a photo of her sister greeted her as she looked at it.
A message from her mother.
"Hi, Firecracker! I hope you're feeling a bit better. Jaune said you were really tuckered out so we figured we'd let you rest. We ordered some dinner for you since you might be hungry when you woke up. It's been left in the sitting room."
That⦠that was a relief. Yang felt the weight lift from her shoulders, and - on shaky legs - she managed to get up and half-stumble her way towards the sitting room.
Just about all of the lights were left off save the lamp atop the desk facing the big window. Beside it was a silver dome and tray.
Yang looked back to her scroll to read the rest of the message:
"The car ride's surprisingly exhausting coming to Vale from the Chateau. I was like that the first few times, too, so don't feel bad about it. You get your rest, and make sure to eat up all the food. Got some big news for you later.
"Love you! - Mom"
She felt warmth fill her chest, one that she'd spent her childhood with instead of the terrifying fire that Jaune had introduced her to. Wiping at misty eyes, Yang stepped forward and pulled the dome back.
Immediately, the smell hit her. Buttery, beefy, garlicky. Steak, medium rare and served with mash and gravy. Not her favorite, but pretty darn close. And the perfect thing for her to have after the exhausting day she'd had. Her stomach certainly agreed, growling loudly enough Yang worried someone outside might have heard her.
Without another thought, and without bothering to put on any clothes, Yang dug in.
~TtT~
"Ruby?"
Silver eyes turned from the window overlooking the city view of Vale.
"Yeah, dad?"
Blue eyes looked at her curiously. He grinned. "Something on your mind?"
The girl turned back towards the view of the window.
She and her dad hadn't been given rooms at the same hotel her sister and mom were staying at, but Jaune had been nice enough to get them rooms just down the road. Considering it was about a five minute walk, that was pretty cool of her mom's and sister's boss.
Ruby hadn't known what to expect of Jaune Arc when she'd first heard of him. Part of her wanted to hate him, hate the boy that was taking her mom away. Her dad told her it was going to be okay, that the new work that her mom was doing wasn't going to be anywhere near as dangerous as huntress work.
While she still didn't like it, Ruby remembered that time her mom had almost died, remembered seeing Summer - invincible mom, superhero mom - on the hospital bed after they'd been rushed to Vale. The hunteress had lain in bed pale and unmoving, a far cry from how she'd always seen her.
She'd overheard from her mom's usual boss, Ozpin, that it had been a miracle Summer made it home at all. The area she'd been sent to was remote, but Summer had been found practically at the outskirts of Vale. It was the only reason they'd managed to get her the help she'd needed.
Things had changed after that. Her mom was still her hero. She still gave the best hugs and made the best cookies. She still told the best stories, and always knew what to say to make her feel better.
But Summer Rose wasn't undefeatable, wasn't invincible. For the first time in her young life, Ruby Rose realized what it meant to be mortal, and that was exactly what her mother was.
So while she didn't like that her mom was working far away again, that she wasn't putting her life at risk made her happy. She saw her mom less, but between seeing her mom once a month and not seeing her ever again, Ruby knew what she preferred.
"I think Jaune's cool."
Her dad chuckled, joining her at the couch and looking out the window, too. Blues and reds and purples glittered in the night, a sight that Ruby was still getting used to. She'd been to the capitol a few times, but never stayed in a place like this.
"Is it just because he got us a really nice dinner?"
Ruby groaned, shoving her shoulder into her dad in playful annoyance. "He's been able to keep up with Yang even though he's not attending Signal! At least that's what mom said! And he's taking us to see his weaponsmith tomorrow, too!"
And that was something about her that'd never change. Ruby Rose loved weapons, loved to see how they worked, how they were built. With Jaune offering her a chance to meet one of the kingdom's best mastercrafts, of course he was cool! Not even her parents had weapons made by a mastercraft, and they were the coolest huntsmen she knew!
The food was good, too. That steak had been to die for, and Jaune promised pudding at breakfast tomorrow, and she was wondering why he kept talking it up so much.
Jaune Arc was a blessing upon their family, of that Ruby was sure of.
~TtT~
Jaune and her mom arrived late into the night. Dinner, wherever it had been, had taken much longer than Yang had expected. She'd actually fallen asleep on the couch.
Thank the gods she'd remembered to get dressed after having dinner in the nude. She had no idea how she was supposed to explain that to her mother.
"Still tired, baby?" It had been the first thing she'd heard as her mom woke her from her unintended nap, slender fingers combing through her hair as silver eyes met purple. "I thought you were feeling better?"
Briefly, Yang felt the passing shiver of an orgasm from her dream at the way her mom touched her. She shuddered, gasping. Pulling back, she saw Jaune looking at her with a raised eyebrow before turning towards his room. Summer, too, pulled away. Standing straighter to get a better look at her.
"You look much better. Are you alright, Yang?"
A flush of embarrassment warmed her cheeks, "S-sorry. Startled me there, mom."
She'd never felt awkward around her mom before. Why would she?
Again, the dream came back to her.
"Yang?" Her mom's hand brushed her cheeks. They were warm, comforting. Yang had known them all her life.
Fire bloomed in her belly. The girl squirmed.
"I-I⦠I think I'll head to bed."
Shaky legs stood up. Even now, Yang could feel the dampness between her legs building. With some effort, she tried to grin, "Still a little tired, you know?"
Understanding, her mom nodded. "You get some rest."
She walked towards her bedroom door. She could feel silver eyes boring into her back all the way till Yang shut the door behind herself.
Ultramarine met her's, practically glowing in the darkness of her room.
"Bathroom." was all she said.
With a whimper, Yang obeyed.
~TtT~
She felt his cock pulse in her hands. Yang squirmed.
He was in the bath, a large thing that could hold maybe three people and was part jacuzzi. The water jets were on as the water came in, and while the process was slow, her master had found a way to entertain himself.
Jaune was seated against the far wall while Yang, equally naked, was straddling his thighs while his erection was between the two of them being stroked by her hands. One cupped the head while the other was wrapped about his shaft.
They were so close to each other that Yang's hands rubbed against her tummy as she moved.
"Hngggg." Her breaths were shaky, and she felt shudders run up her spine from the contrast of the heat of his cock and the cold air of the too-big bathroom. She squeezed his cock a little tighter and he let out a pleased groan.
Jaune's cock might have been the single hottest thing in the room, so much so that Yang's womb was starting to warm up from the contact with her hands.
Below them, the water slowly climbed up, now about halfway between his thighs and deep enough that she could hear it sloshing whenever he'd involuntarily thrust his hips from the pleasure she'd give him.
"More spit, Yang." He said after another groan, his hands moving to wrap about her asscheeks and pulling them apart. Cool air brushed against her puckered hole as fiery fingers squeezed her cheeks.
His cock was crushed between them, her crotch and belly pushed against it as he pulled her towards him. Her hands were pressed against her womb.
"Ooooooh!"
The fire pooled in her belly and the world spun. Folded legs shook atop his own and the steady rhythm of her hands on his cock turned erratic. Jaune laughed.
"Oh you like that, don't you?" He said with another squeeze of her ass. Jaune kneaded the flesh of it. "You love your womb being crushed."
She leaned her head against his shoulder as she caught her breath. Once the shakes subsited, she resumed her stroking of his cock, but it was slower now. It was harder to move her hands with them being crushed against both of their pelves.
"More spit. Yang."
Without answering, she moved to comply. Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue to let the spit drip from it. It took a bit, but once it did, she leaned back and adjusted herself so it would fall on her hands.
Now she had both hands on his shaft, going up and down and twisting in opposing directions. Each time she'd get to his head, she'd cup it briefly and give it a gentle squeeze. With her spit polishing his cock as she continued her ministrations, it wasn't long before the movement turned smooth.
Jaune rewarded her with another sudden thrust and a pull of her spread cheeks so she'd be crushed against him again.
Now it was Yang who groaned, fighting through and shakily continuing the pleasuring of his cock as she leaned once more against his shoulder to steady herself. But her shaking legs only made things worse, erratically smashing her womb against the combined girth of his engorged member and her spit-slick hands.
Yang keened while Jaune gave a breathy chuckle.
"I'm glad you get to enjoy this as much as I am." He whispered into her ear.
It went on like this, Jaune crushing her womb between them while she did her best to pleasure his growing hardness with her master being amused with her bouts of overstimulation.
But the water continued to climb, halfway up Jaune's legs to just underneath her ass, to the point that each of her thrusts was splashing water onto both of them and his balls were fully submerged.
Then she felt his hands grab her by her hair.
Yang stopped, hands pausing in their movements but continuing to squeeze rhythmically. She moved one hand to cup his balls as he pulled her away and she was forced to angle her head so that she couldn't see him. The remaining hand around her left asscheek also disappeared and closely followed by the tap being turned off.
He pulled her back towards him, first brushing his lips against the side of her neck, and then his teeth sinking into place where it met her shoulder.
"Ah!" she cried, body thrashing while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. His grip on her hair and his other arm wrapping around her hips held her fast, though. Still he bit down harder, the pain powering the fire in her womb even as her aura protected her from the damage.
She lost control of her hands, shaky palms splashing in the water to try and find purchase on something. Lightning lanced through her, bolt after bolt while her limbs tried to break away.
Another shock hit her, then. Pain blooming from one of her asscheeks. She flinched away from it, flinched towards him.
He spanked her again, on the other cheek this time.
"Hngggah!"
Yang tried to pull away, but his teeth and his hands held fast. Panic was setting in. It was like being locked in the jaws of an animal.
But all she got instead was more spanking.
And then it stopped. Jaune pulled back, and his hand went from slapping her ass to grabbing unto one. The grip was tight, painful as his nails dug into the tender flesh. She was pulled back by her hair and her eyes met his.
He was grinning at her, face flush in much the same way she expected hers was.
Yang caught her breath, hands hanging limply at her sides while adrenaline gave way to exhaustion.
"Try not to drown while you suck me off, okay Yang?"
What?
Before she could truly register what he was doing, her master had pushed her off himself and pushed her down unto his submerged cock.
~TtT~
Jaune hissed as he felt Yang's throat constrict on his cock.
Oh yes, he was definitely doing this again.
Between his legs, the water splashed about as much from the water jets he'd turned on just before pulling Yang down, and from Yang herself.
Still, Jaune held fast, both hands on Yang's head with his fingers wrapped about her hair while one leg wound around her torso to keep her down. All the while, her arms tried to push against the tub, against him, and her legs kicked about in the midst of the bubbling of the jacuzzi.
And the sucking. Oh the sucking. Jaune's hips thrust up and into her mouth even as her lips were sealed about his base. It just felt too good.
Her throat clenched around just about every inch of him, so large that he'd have already clogged up her airways without her being underwater. Between the size of it and her choking, Yang already had trouble handling his girth under normal circumstances, and he'd knocked her out more than once from just keeping his cock inside her for too long.
But now Yang was panicking, wasting air and energy by trying to pull herself from his cock all the while her body tried to draw in breath at an accelerated rate. It was a vacuum masturbator at the fastest and hardest setting, one that reacted differently to the things he did to her.
When her hips rose from the water to try and brace herself against the tub's floor, he'd rain down slaps on it with his foot. Whenever he felt her hips dip close to the floor, he'd dig into her womb with his toes.
Each pulled out screams from her velvety throat, sending pleasurable vibrations all along his length while her insides stroked him in twitches and attempted swallows.
It was his usual blowjobs, but they skipped straight to the best parts, Jaune realized, laughing as he spilled her tightly and he pulled back ever so slightly so he could do a few quick thrusts into her mouth. Her grip was so tight he felt he might prolapse her throat.
But eventually, Yang tired. Her thrashing weakened, and even her screams turned to little more than moans of pain and pleasure whenever he smacked her or dug into her womb. Even her sucking weakened even though her throat was no less tight.
That was when he pulled her out.
She hung from his hands, arms limp by her sides as she took the time to just breathe. Purple eyes looked at him blankly while she sputtered, strings of throatslime and spit going down to the bubbling water past her heaving tits and her waterlogged hair coming down like a waterfall or sticking to her skin.
Much to Jaune's amusement, she was still twitching, hips thrusting in the tells of an orgasm she was too exhausted to really express.
"Take a deep breath, Yang. We're not done."
When his words registered, when her eyes widened and he heard a cry come from her open mouth. It was a sound of fear.
"M-mercyβ¦"
Her voice was soft and raspy, small. Jaune might have missed it if he wasn't paying so close attention to her. He smiled.
"Make me cum, and I'll let you up again. But no later, okay? No breath inβ¦"
She let out a soft wail as he pushed her down again.
Yang's misery made her a much better fuck, even as this time, she was calm enough to not thrash as she went under. This time, Jaune only kept one hand around her hair, letting his girl pace herself as she actually bobbed herself on his cock this time. Her tongue brushed against the underside of his shaft, even stuck out into the water to nudge at his balls.
Jaune admired the sight of it, of a pool of blonde hair floating in the bubbling water over his crotch as the back of her head lifted from the water.
Every now and then, Yang would choke, her gagging throat constricting about his cock as pained groans sent vibrations that pulled pleasured hisses from his mouth. On instinct, she'd try to pull up here, but Jaune would instead push her all the way down to his base until it passed. Her hands would slap at his torso, begging him to let her up.
Jaune held. He held her down until she stopped fighting him, and he felt her choking subsided. Only then did he let go.
When the door to the bathroom opened, Jaune smiled.
"You took a while." He said, turning to see Summer enter. A robe hung from her shoulders, open to reveal her leaking breasts and bare pussy. Even from here, he could see the glistening stream of her arousal flow down her legs while one of her hands rubbed at the base of her growing baby bump.
Summer slid the robe off her shoulders just as she reached the tub before leaning down to give him a kiss. Combined with Yang's flagging stamina and her mouth hitting his favorite stage of her just inhaling cock, Jaune felt his orgasm finally start to close.
"You two looked like you were having so much fun." She answered when they parted, planting a kiss on his forehead as she joined him in the tub. Summer Rose straddled her daughter, laying herself above her back with her hands taking the place of Jaune's in Yang's hair. The mother leaned forward and jutted her lactating tits out, an open offer for him to play with them that Jaune gladly took up.
"Fuck my daughter's mouth, master Jaune," Summer gasped as Jaune's mouth sealed around one nipple. Half-biting, half-sucking, the boy was rewarded with a stream of sweet and hot milk. Summer keened as she pushed down. Jaune felt Yang's mouth be shoved down to his base as he met his favorite slave's movement with a thrust of his own. "It's what she's here for. A hole for you to enjoy. A girl for you to destroy and rebuild into the perfect toy."
Summer pulled Yang's head away from his cock. Jaune pulled his hips back until only half his cock was left inside her. When she pushed done, he thrust back up again.
Yang gagged about his cock, choked, drowned.
The mother built up towards a cruel pace, treating the girl's head as little more than a fleshlight to shove up and down Jaune's shaft all the while she continued to moan out for his enjoyment.
"Hngggg! Look at what you've done to her, Master Jaune! You've ruined her life, ruined her for everything but being a set of holes for you to fuck."
"Who cums from being punched in the baby bag?"
"She's here drowning on your cock, and she's cumming, Master! Yang's cumming! Cumming as your cock is killing her!"
And she was. Even though she'd already stopped struggling, Jaune could feel the telltale twitching of Yang's throat while her body came around him with a scream.
Between the tightness, the vibration, the savage thrusting, and the imagery that Summer was providing, of Yang surrendering her very life, of Summer surrendering her daughter's life on the altar of his pleasure, Jaune's hands took hold of Yang's head and pushed her down as his orgasm overtook him.
He sighed, thrust into the girls' mouth and leaned back. Summer followed and planted kisses on his neck, on his collar.
"You are our purpose, Jaune. We live to give you pleasure, we suffer to give you pleasure." She licked the side of his neck and nuzzled his jaw. "Our holes, our tits, our bodies. All yours."
When his orgasm subsided, Summer provided him with one more show, one where she pulled her half-unconscious daughter from the water. Her eyes had rolled back now, mouth open and tongue lolling out where his cum pooled before dripping out her mouth and down her throat.
Silver eyes stared at his, shining with something Jaune could only best describe as pride. Then she kissed her daughter, drank the cum in her mouth.
It had gotten Jaune hard again.
And when they finished, before Yang could regain her sense, Jaune had pulled Yang back into the tub, climbed on top of her, and started to fuck her.
All the while, Summer encouraged him and joined in. Massaged his balls, teased at her daughter's ass, whispered sweet cruelties they could subject her to into his ear.
It was exquisite.
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