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Jaune enjoys the show of Raven fighting for breath in a bowl as Yang heightens the experience.
Chapter 27
Jaune groaned.
His legs shook as Yang choked herself on his cock.
It wasn't an exaggeration either. The sound of the girl's gagging filled the air as he felt her throat strain to contain him. Slather and spit would burst from between her lips and covered his crotch in a bubbly sheen while his balls were pleasantly embraced in her slime-slick fingers.
Even after all these weeks of lodging his cock into her mouth-pussy, Yang hadn't gotten much better at being able to hold down his cock. It was exactly as Jaune had wanted it.
This let her stand out from how he'd molded Summer. The girl's mother was well-trained. A veteran at fucking her face against his manhood and slurping up his cum when he wasn't half-drowning her in the stuff or knocking her unconscious from cock-based asphyxiation before he finished down her esophagus.
Summer's throat was smooth sailing despite the tightness. A spit-slick vacuum seal he could slide up and down his length while relishing the seamless movement. Jaune could even fully fuck himself against her face while she hung her head off the bedside and it would be pretty similar to fucking any of her other holes, with the added bonus that Summer could apply the techniques she'd learned over the years of serving as his only slave.
Yang, Jaune wanted to turn into his personal automasturbator. He'd already done so with her pussy. She'd squirm and twist and jerk her insides around his thickness without Jaune needing to do anything besides park his length inside her.
And it was the very act of spreading her insides outwards and rearranging her guts without having to move a muscle that sent the girl careening to her own orgasm, which only stimulated Jaune further as she clenched and shook for his entertainment.
The girl's mouth and throat were the same, the choking and the unconscious swallowing she'd do as his cock rested inside her cocksucker took him step after step towards his own completion without needing her to ever actually move.
It was never comfortable for Yang. Her face had turned red from just trying to keep her lips fused with the base of his cock. But that's exactly how he wanted her, and Jaune was feeling that now. His hips jerked as Yang clenched in a gag, pushing his pelvis upward in an attempt to send his length deeper down her tightening throat.
Jaune caught the gasp, the quick inhale of breath the girl tried to do as she shoved himself against her face. The girl got no air, though, and instead Jaune felt the vacuum strengthen as Yang tried to breathe in cockmeat and precum.
"Oh⦠Oh that is good."
Then he felt her draw him inwards again. Keeping her mouth pasted to his crotch even as his hips relaxed and dropped him fully back unto his seat. And then he felt her inhale him again, and again. Pulsing suctions now joined the arrhythmic squeezing of her throat as she began to truly suffocate on his length.
But Yang didn't pull up. Even though Jaune's hands were on the armrests of his chair as opposed to holding unto her luscious blonde hair while he held her down to his base, she held.
No, this was all her. Just as her foot remained determinedly on her mother's head to keep the older woman submerged face-first in a bowl of hour-old semen, Yang forced herself to remain glued to his cock as both she and her mother lost air for his entertainment.
He wasn't sure where this had come from. Yang was a headstrong girl, and Jaune had been on the receiving end of that whenever he'd had to fight her - really fight her - in the ring for the serious part of his training. He also got to enjoy that part of her when he was breaking her in, when he got to see how she fought even when he'd stacked the deck in his favor so much it was a surprise she could manage resistance at all.
Maybe it was misplaced pride, or a desire to be more like her mother now that Yang seemed to have accepted her situation as his toy. After all, Summer could suckle his cock for almost two full minutes before things even started becoming truly uncomfortable for her.
And Yang, ever the fighter, fought for the skills that Jaune had made sure she'd never truly be able to pick up. Struggled against her rebelling body to hold unto his cock even as reflexes demanded she push herself off the cock, even finding enough control to fondle his balls as she asphyxiated.
While having the wherewithal to keep her mother held down in a bowl of cum with her foot.
That took a surprising amount of control and discipline, which Jaune could admire, especially when it was all for his own benefit.
Suddenly, he felt Yang's body lurch as a thicker than usual wave of throatslime splashed against the bottom of his belly. Her body twitching and the hand she held around his balls stiffened right before she dragged herself off his cock with an almost pained moan.
Lavender eyes were glazed, thick strings of glistening spit connecting his length to the depths of her esophagus. Pained and raspy groans sent vibrations down the link and into his quivering cock right before Yang fell against him in the unmistakable throes of orgasm.
One that he could see was being shared by her mother below.
~TtT~
Raven's lungs burned.
Her face was submerged in lava, hot and viscous. Even when she'd gasped as her head was dunked in, she didn't think she'd gotten more than a gulp of the master's cum before her better judgement kicked in and she held her breath.
Lungs protested as she'd half-inhaled the jellied mass. Thankfully the sheer thickness of it had kept her from immediately drowning. It now half-clogged her esophagus as it made its slow way to her stomach, a stream of molten heat.
She couldn't move. Her hands refused to obey, refused to leave the trembling flesh of her thighs and give her the leverage to get her out of this situation. Neither did her legs, and her back just couldn't fight against the force of whatever foot was pushing her down.
It clung to her skin, she felt it in her hair, and some of it was starting to ooze into her nostrils and ears. Raven did her best to clench her eyes shut, but already she could feel some weight settling around them, the promise of gluing them shut.
But there was something there besides the fear, besides the anger and indignity that burned in her heart at being drowned in an oversized bowl of boy-semen and being helpless to do anything about it.
And it throbbed at her suffering.
Her core clenched, flush with warmth that spread outwards in a way that was so unlike her burning rage. She could feel hot juices running down her thighs, seeping into the crack of her quaking buttocks and pooling around her forelegs as she knelt.
Raven was drowning and she was aroused, excited even, by the prospect of drowning in off-white slime.
It ached between her legs and pulse after pulse of pleasure jolted up her spine in the now very familiar tightening of her core.
She could feel it, feel the proverbial spring getting coiled.
Then suddenly, she could breathe.
Air entered her lungs so violently she could taste the headiness of the master's cum alongside it as the musky air of the room finally hit her cum-glazed face.
Raven had only one thing to say:
"Cumming!"
Her body shuddered as her orgasm ran through her. Heat splattering all over the inside of her thighs as girlcum shot out from her with such intensity that it turned into a fine mist. She keened, and she felt in her very bones that her body wanted to thrash as her mind filled with clouds.
But the unspoken order she'd been given held, and Raven's hands remained on her thighs even as she arched backwards.
It hurt. Muscles pushed and pulled as her body both shattered and tried to keep itself together. But the pain only seemed to drive her further.
Raven shattered as the daisy-chain of pleasurable explosions intensified. It came and came like an echo from somewhere she couldn't place. Her whole lower half vibrated while she hung off it like windswept grass. If her eyes could open, she was sure they'd have rolled back into their sockets.
Her body hurt all over. Raven didn't know how long she'd been cumming. Instead she'd been focused on the muskiness of the master's semen, how it remained hot as it clung to her skin and she could taste it in every breath she took as she felt lightning jolt its way up from her pussy and into her brain.
She'd mumbled, she'd moaned. She whimpered and cried. Salty tears mixed with the sticky glaze, and the heat of it clung to her skin even as she felt some of it slide down her neck and into her hair.
By the time Raven had managed to recover even a semblance of herself, her body was aching all over, aching in places she didn't know she had. The thrumming of blood in her ears faded to a dull drumbeat as her blood stopped thundering in her veins, and the flame had softened to a simmer.
Not that it seemed to help much with her breathing. Her lungs still burned. This time with exertion rather than deprivation as even the very cum-stained air she inhaled made her have to actively fight the urge to cough. She just knew that doing so would make it worse.
So she spent the next few minutes - or what felt like minutes - focusing on not suffocating to death in open air. A large part of her wanted to wipe away the cum. Raven could already feel it seeping in between her tits and pooling in her belly button. Even if it was just her face so she could see, could breathe properly without having to taste the tang of cum on the tip of her tongue every time she breathed.
Her arms wouldn't obey, however. They remained glued to her thighs as she knelt in presentation of her shame.
Then Raven heard the pleased coo. It was Yang.
"She looks gorgeous like that, doesn't she, master?"
Her daughter had a smile on. Raspy and hoarse as her voice was, Raven was getting used to identifying a smile by the way the voice sounded. She didn't know when she'd started picking up on it, but Summer had been grinning so much since Raven had been trapped in the Chateau that Raven could just catch it now.
And Brothers was her daughter smiling. Her smile was so wide that Raven was so sure of it as she heard the sound of the master being given a sloppy handjob.
The plap, plap, plap of Yang's skin hitting the master's crotch and the little splashes of brother gods-knew-what on Raven's skin were difficult to miss. Molten droplets that shone almost as hot as the cum still covering her face and hair to her mind.
Already the fire in her womb was starting to warm at the idea of that no-doubt turgid cock being shoved into her.
"She⦠Ahhh⦠does." The master answered, voice shaking in what almost sounded like awe. "It⦠hmmm⦠suits her. Being covered in cum."
Yang hummed. In agreement or shared pleasure, Raven couldn't tell. Likely both. It mixed with the building pace of the girl's jerking of the master's cock.
"Though it's a shame your mother couldn't finish all of her food." The master half-moaned, half-laughed. "Why don't you help her?"
~TtT~
Jaune's cock throbbed as he watched Yang pounce on her mother.
Both were exhausted, he knew. They'd been linked until just now. All three girls felt the pleasure of the other. He doubted that Yang and Raven realized it, deep into their own sensations as they were, but Jaune was sure that Summer could tell. Even out and about with her daughter she must have.
He licked his lips thinking about how she might have cum. He was excited to ask her about it later.
As for the two before him, it had done a number on them. Yang, for all her enthusiasm, was clumsy enough that she'd almost knocked over the bowl when she'd moved in. She'd even slipped on the puddle Raven had made.
Not that Jaune could say he minded when he saw how the younger woman fell on her dark-haired elder, sweat and spit and cum covering their shining skin as it was rubbed between them.
"W-what⦠Gah!⦠Are you doing!?"
Raven's resistance was token at best. Her arms had been freed now, but instead of getting up the woman had fallen flat on her back when her daughter came upon her. The older woman's arms and legs were limp, twitching still in the aftershocks of her unraveling even as Jaune could see her sodden pussy continue to seep unto the floor.
Yang's answer was to press her mother to the floor and take a nice long⦠lick.A
And another. And another. Until the room was filled with the sounds of laboured breaths and smacking lips as Yang began to gobble up the cum off her mother's skin.
She went at it like it was a game, lapping at the bandit's cheeks like she might have an ice cream cone. Every now and then she'd slurp them up as one would through a straw, and even buried her face into her mother's cleavage to get at the little driver that had formed, or shoved her tongue into her mother's navel.
Raven squirmed, gasped, whimpered at the sensations. Her scarlet eyes had opened after Yang had suckled on her caked eyelashes and freed them from the glue his cum had become. Raven's gaze had turned vacant, exhausted, submissive, and all the protests that followed had been token at best. Performative.
"Haaaaahβ¦ Haaaaaaaaaahβ¦" She gasped, body shaking and arms trying to flail, "Noβ¦ Noooooooβ¦"
Jaune saw her tummy clench, her body jerk upwards in that unmistakable way that he'd become so familiar with. And if that hadn't been enough, he caught the river of girlcum that flowed from Raven, even that part of her now too exhausted to truly squirt.
Yang hadn't missed it, either. A triumphant giggle erupting from her lips and straight into her mother's neck as the blonde huntress-in-training bit down on her mother's throat while she groped the woman's pierced tits, drawing a pained wail from Raven.
The sight of it was hypnotic to Jaune. Two of his toys, their legs entwined, tits and pussies pressed together with his semen in between them. Him being the center of the both of them in spirit if not in practice while they lay broken before him for his pleasure.
It hurt to watch this. His cock now painfully hard, literally. He needed it shoved into these women, someplace soft and wet to embrace it, to worship it.
So he did, ordering Yang to get rid of the bowl of cum as he stood from the chair.
And, obedient little toy that she was, she did.
By upending it over her mother.
Not that Yang had been spared any of the mess. The jelly-like cock-sludge splashed off her mother's skin and unto her, pooling in the curves and crevices where their flesh met. Jaune had seen how some of it pooled in between their pressed-together breasts, thickened the already existing layer of sperm that had been the filling to the sex-toy sandwich the two had made.
Raven loosed a bubbly groan as some of the stuff splashed against her face but didn't fight it. Jaune didn't think she had any fight left in her, for today at least. She'd probably be as stubborn again by tomorrow, though.
At least he'd hoped she would be.
Lavender eyes looked at him, clouded with pleasure even as she grinned that smug grin she used to wear when she first started working for him. Even as his toy, it suited her.
"Can't let the master's cum go to waste." She leaned down to slurp up some of the sludge before she let it stream out unto her mother's forehead. Her hands made sure to rub it into the older woman's hair. "It's too precious."
The girl arched her back, pushed her mother down and leaned into her. It raised her pussy and ass up, making it the highest point of her body. Jaune could see how her pussy and ass both twitched and winked at him as cloudy juices seeped from her front hole.
Yang was turning into such a good girl.
So he rewarded her. Fucking her pussy first before doing as he always did with Yang and shoving himself all the way into the back of her womb. He pressed her down into her mother and felt Raven on the other side of his pet.
"Big!" The girl gasped as she gripped his length like a vice, arms and legs shaking uncontrollably as she came around his cock. "So big, master Jaune! Ah! Ah! Deep! Deeeeeeeep!"
And before he could cum, he would drag his cock out as quickly as he could and shove it down into one of Raven's holes. Pussy or ass, it didn't matter to Jaune so much as his pained erection was being worshiped by a living fleshlight.s
Where Yang was enthusiastic in her service, Raven was insensate. Her only answer was a nondescript groan and the trembling insides of a woman cumming against her will.
It was glorious. Jaune basked in the triumph of it as he fucked and tormented both girls for the next few hours. Drawing orgasm after orgasm from each of them before he came, himself.
And he didn't stop until Summer had come in through the suite's door, late into the night.
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