Jaune just got himself a new toy. It's time he started playing with it.
It's Raven! Raven time! Finally!
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Chapter 18
Summer was⦠happy.
Raven and her had been out of touch for years now. The last time had been that ill-fated mission that had ruined her career. Sure, it had ended up working out for the best for her - she'd have never been taken by master Jaune if not for it, but still.
Her renegade teammate was back, though. Pulled back, and now in the chateau with both her and their daughter.
Summer was positively elated.
"You look like you're enjoying this, master." She said before diving back in to suckle at Jaune's heavy balls. Her tongue brushing against the wrinkled and sodden flesh, well-wet with both her and her daughter's spit. Silver eyes took in the pleased grin on the master's face, and she felt a smile form on her own lips.
They were in one of Jaune's spare rooms. One that Summer was sure would be getting converted into a playroom of some sort after today. For now, it was plain, with a floor-to-ceiling window that let a lot of sunlight in. It had a couch and a few plush chairs, and polished marble flooring.
Jaune was comfortably sitting at one of the chairs, robe and legs spread wide to allow Summer and Yang to comfortably kneel side-by-side and pleasure him.
And hanging from the rafters, trussed up like a bird, was Raven. Her hands were tied behind her back while her legs were spread wide by a bar and her knees forced bent. Summer had been the one to tie her friend up after Jaune's lightning had knocked her unconscious.
It had been enlightening, seeing Raven like that again.
The years had been kind to the both of them. Where Summer's body had softened, especially after she'd retired, Raven had remained toned. Her stomach was flat with the slightest fitness of muscle beneath the skin. Her shoulders were definitely broader than she remembered from their Beacon days, too. Still, the changes her friend had undergone from motherhood had stayed.
Drool came, leaking unto her tongue as she remembered the sight of Raven's weighty tits and thick thighs. Summer was sure Raven's bust was bigger than her's, even if only slightly. And Summer had already been⦠enhanced by their master, too.
She slurped at Jaune's balls, adding more of her spit to it, and enjoying the little shiver she felt from her master as he relished the sensations she and Yang provided. No point wasting her fluids. Everything from spit and milk to girlcum was to be used for master's pleasure.
"Hngggggggggggggaaaaa~!"
From above and behind Summer caught the gasp before it was bit back by grit teeth. A moan burst forth from deep inside her as a tingle danced across her skin, up and down her spine and spreading outwards to her arms, her thighs, and her hands. Not enough to jerk her around, but enough for her to feel it.
Her core warmed at the sensation, tightened. Already Summer could feel her juices pooling on the floor underneath her, and she resisted the urge to touch her pussy, her clit, or her master wanted them to focus on him right now, and that is what they would do. Her hands stayed firmly on her lap, palm down.
Still, the sensations came, the tingles that invited her to twitch and shudder. They were featherlight and ran across her body just below the skin. From the brushes against Yang's jiggling curves as they continued to service the master's ballsack, Summer could tell her daughter felt it, too.
For while Raven had been in Chateau de la Brume Gris for less than an hour, master Jaune was already working his magic on her.
Already the bond that let them share sensation was open. It was weak still, and only so much could bridge the gap, but it was growing. Summer could feel the tingles beginning to verge on the edge of stinging.
As she returned to suckling, she wondered if the master would let all three feel the full brunt of what Raven was going through.
Her juices surged out of her core at the thought of all three of them writhing on the ground before he started fucking them.
~TtT~
Raven snarled.
Or she tried to. All that came out of her mouth was the sound of her chattering teeth and a wave of hot anger that rose up from the bottom of her belly.
She'd lost control of her body.
It shivered, it shook. It spasmed whenever the pain got too much, muscles convulsing as the lightning coursed through her. She felt parts of her she didn't know could cramp do so, and it threw her into a dizzying haze of pain.
She wanted to scream, wanted to pull away from the pain.
"Brrrrrr~"
Teeth once more chattered, the beginnings of a pained groan built in the back of her throat. She breathed.
She saw the memory of ultramarine eyes looking upon her smugly. Raven Branwen would not let him have the satisfaction.
But it hurt. Her body was seizing in the binds, and it made her unwittingly pull against it in some places, tightened them in others. Her shakes left her swinging from the rafters as every nerve in her body burned.
Still, she focused, closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pain as best she could while she searched for a way out.
Disarmed and without backup weapons - without even clothing - Raven didn't have a lot of options. Only her semblance and her magic. With either, it would have been child's play to break herself out, then break the boy that was doing this to her.
It had been the first thing she went for when she'd woken up to find herself hanging from the ceiling like a curing ham.
But when she'd reached into herself for either her link to Vernal, or the powers of the maiden she'd found⦠nothing. At the center of her soul, the well of power form which she'd drawn on for both her semblance and the powers of the maiden, was⦠nothing.
In its place was a cold emptiness. One that left her hollow even as white-hot pain pulled her out of the sanctuary of her mind and back to the physical world where she was greeted with the tight grip of ropes and a body that was no longer hers.
She was Raven Branwen. She would not be caged.
She was Raven Branwen. She could not be caged.
She'd escaped Ozpin. She'd escaped Salem. She'd escape this.
Her chest tightened, and her body grew hot - somehow hotter than the lightning. Raven could feel an ice-cool stream of drool make it past her grit teeth and run down her chin, her neck, her collar before coming down and ending at the tip of her left nipple.
Focus. Focus on that.
Focus on something.
The heat of her body pooled at the bottom of her belly, right above her womb.
"Noooo!~"
She would not be turned on but this. She would not. This brat was doing something to her. Had done several somethings to her! She'd be damned if she let him get his jollies off by watching her cum her brains out from being shocked with lightning now.
Blood-red eyes snapped open, wide, frantic. She looked about the room again. Look for something she could use to get out. To look for something she could focus on.
The sound of suckling lips clapped in her ears with the intensity of a stampede.
Don't look. Don't look. Don't listen.
Summer and Yang were servicing the Arc boy, glued to what she assumed was his balls as the wet and sloppy sounds of their tongues and lips working filled her ears.
Her eyes would not look away, the noise of them bounced about in her skull, and she took it all in.
Yang's hair hung heavy, shining with a layer of saliva and the viscous strings of what Raven could only assume was throatslime. Summer's hair also shone with it, but was nowhere near as covered. But the boy's shaftβ¦
Oh his shaft.
It towered over them, a fleshy monolith that overshadowed their slop-sodden heads that twitched and throbbed. A reminder of their place.
The fire in her belly grew into a roaring flame. The lightning that danced over and under her skin thrust needles into her just as her pussy began to leak.
Raven let out a frustrated scream.
~TtT~
Jaune felt like a king. Seated here on a throne with a show while he was serviced by his maids.
He let out a happy groan at the pleasurable tingle that crept up his spine as two fleshy tongues cradled his ballsack before coming up and running just along his base before they wrapped their lips around each nut and suckled them gently into their mouths. The breathy and humid caverns warming his balls as the cool air chilled his cock.
It throbbed, twitched. Angry and red and very much ready to be used on a pussy. It was already starting to ache, and only the constant service of his girls had kept him able to stay his hand.
Not that he minded. The master could do with some delayed gratification every now and then after all.
And even just watching, it was already gratifying. Raven Branwen had curves aplenty, and watching how they practically overflowed around the tight ropework Summer had subjected her to was a treat in and of itself. Even more now that she was writhing in the throes of his lightning.
Jaune was being shown a light show while being pleasured. And very soon, he'd be able to start using his fresh meat.
He just had to wait until it was sufficiently tenderized.
"I⦠Hmmmm⦠can feel it, master Jaune." Summer spoke between licks, placing her lips at the base of his shaft and then humming. He gasped as he felt the vibrations run all the way up his length to his tip, his shaft swaying like a great tree. "She's starting to enjoy it."
And just as she said it, he felt it land on his face. A drop of it - Raven's arousal.
Her black hair swayed with each movement, exaggerating how her hung body swung from side to side as her body twitched and turned as the lightning from the walls arced towards her. The way her tits jiggled and swayed was positively hypnotic.
"I'm⦠gah!⦠not!"
Raven's voice bounced off the walls as she cried out, overpowering the sound of his lightning. It was strained, pained. Jaune could practically feel the desperation seeping off of her.
Summer giggled. For the first time since they started rising from her haunches so she could place her lips at the head of his cock and kiss it. Jaune felt himself half-tense at the feeling. It was melodious, arousing.
A brief and teasing swipe of her tongue later, Summer replied: "I can feel it, Raven. Every bolt that runs through you is a tingle up my spine. And the fire in your fuckhole is a warm embrace around mine."
Between his legs, Yang ducked and took over Summer's share of his scrotum, mouth opened wide and attempting to take both in her mouth at a time. Her fingers cradled what she couldn't, fondled him.
Summer's hands were on his thighs, silver eyes drawing him in as she smiled up at him.
"She's getting closer, master." She whispered, hot and heavy breaths warming his cold cock and making him even hungrier. His eyes returned to Raven, returned to the show while his Summer began to fellate him.
Her lips were tight and slow, sliding down and down and down unto his base. It left all of him engulfed in glorious warm and fleshy wetness. Jaune let out a pleased groan as he felt his legs unconsciously clamp inwards around Yang's head.
"No! No! No! No! NO!"
Raven was screaming now, wailing. She chanted the words again and again like a reminder, a plea. But he didn't miss the moans she tried to bite back, the panting groans that came with her cries.
Even with her skin covered in a sheen of sweat, he could see the way the lightning glinted off the stream of juices that flowed down her thighs and legs like a waterfall. Her aggressive twitching casting them out and lending drops on his skin, or catching the light like dewdrops.
"I don't want to cum! I don't! I'm nooooooo~"
He heard a wet pop, and the head of his cock was covered in hot breath and cool air both. Summer had pulled away, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his member.
"Yessssssssss."
Raven came apart before him just as Summer did. From the rapid blow of her nostrils and the sucking at his sack, so did Yang.
But it was his newest acquisition that caught his attention. Blood-red eyes rolled back into their sockets as her body lost even what little control she'd managed to wrest from it. She broke down into a full-body spasm and she let loose a keening cry that broke again and again.
And he noticed the gush between her legs.
Raven Branwen had pissed herself as she came.
That was enough for Jaune. With a wave of a hand, the lightning relented, though Raven continued to shudder in the throes of her orgasm. He'd pushed Yang and Summer aside and was on his feet a moment later.
By the time he'd gotten close enough, Raven had gone limp. Her head was bowed and her hair coming down in messy waves over her face. Still, the ties held and she remained available and presented to him. Back arched to enhance the bulge of her tits, legs spread to give him easy access to that wide and winking pussy, still leaking her juices to the puddle growing on the floor.
Jaune could feel the heat of her coming off in waves, feel the supple bounce to the softer parts of her flesh as his hand reached out, appreciate the firmness underneath that promised strength and retaliation for what he was going to do to her.
He couldn't wait to see how he might break her.
And as he took his painfully turgid cock and pressed himself into Raven's still convulsing depths, Jaune grinned at the idea of finding out.
And there's a decent bit of more Raven to come. Jaune's very excited to be having fun with his newest acquisition.
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