Stranded 026 -- Epilogue (Patreon)

 “You know I can do that myself,” Jaune complained half-heartedly.

“Hush,” Weiss reprimanded him softly, tossing his towel across his head and giving it a vigorous rub. “You’re covered in sweat.”

“I’ve just been training for over an hour straight with my team,” he pointed out. “Of course I’m sweaty!”

“The fact that you are sweaty isn’t the problem,” Weiss countered, dragging the towel down over the back of his neck and getting started on his shoulders. “The fact that you remain so is.”

Jaune scoffed but he held his tongue at the sharp look Weiss shot him, letting the smaller girl dry him off obediently while Yang stared in disbelief.

Something was definitely going on here!

It had been a week since Weiss, Blake, Jaune and Ren had returned from their ill fated mission, much to the delight of their teams. When Yang had heard the news that they’d been found, alive and well, the relief that she’d felt had almost crippled her. She wasn’t ashamed to admit it; she’d cried a little. Only one other time in her life had she ever felt so relieved, so desperately happy and that was when Uncle Qrow had saved her and Ruby when she’d so foolishly placed her little sister in danger following clues about her bio-mom. She wasn’t the only one that shed a few tears, either. Ruby, Pyrrha, Nora – they’d all cried a little, tears of happiness, tears of joy.

The best kind.

Even a week on, Yang still felt a little raw about the entire ordeal. Whenever Blake was out of sight, she felt like she was on the verge of a panic attack. That was why she was practically glued to her partner's hip these days, much to the faunus girl's annoyance – but Yang didn’t give a shit. Blake could hate her for all she cared, but she wasn’t about to take her eyes off her for even a second longer than she needed to.

The same went for Weiss, and to a lesser extent, Jaune and Ren.

They’d almost lost them and it would take awhile for their group to get over it. They all knew that being a Huntsman was a dangerous occupation. They battled the creatures of Grimm and ventured where other people didn’t. To be a Huntsman was to walk with death. Casualties were a given in their profession. Even the very best could fall victim.

Her mother – her real mother, Summer Rose – she’d been one of them. One of the best and brightest, taken far too soon.

So they knew. Yang knew. But knowing still didn’t make it easy to deal with when it threatened your world.

It was funny how the ones involved were often the ones least worried about it.

Upon their return, after the cheerful, tear filled reunion had concluded, it hadn’t taken Yang long to realize that something had changed between them – Jaune, Blake and Weiss specifically. It wasn’t that much of a surprise, really. Traumatic events had a habit of binding people together, stronger than ever. That was what had clearly happened here. They’d had to rely on each other to survive, to take care of each other, physically, emotionally.

It wasn’t so strange.

But the extent of it? Yang couldn’t deny it; it had taken her aback a little.

“Come on, I can do this,” Jaune whined as she rubbed down his arms. His tank top was drenched in sweat, sticking to his chest and stomach like a second skin. Even from her place a few feet away, Yang could smell the strong musk of a hard working man. She never thought she’d think this but… Jaune was kinda hot in a boy next door, blue collared worker type of a way. That was a strange combination. He had that innocent, boyish face; handsome, a little pretty almost – but he was also very grounded, a hard worker, willing to muck about in filth. All his training since he’d come to Beacon had paid off. Yang didn’t just sneak a glance; she stared at his built physique unabashedly. “This is embarrassing.”

“You are offending my nose,” Weiss quipped, lips curling into an arrogant smirk. “So shut up, and let me wipe you down.”

Jaune sighed in defeat. “Yes, ma’am.”

They all knew the history between these two. They’d been there for it, every step of the way. Jaune had held an enormous crush on Weiss during their first year. His flirting had been amateurish but harmless, and his intent had been pure but Weiss thought differently. It hadn’t been until after the Beacon dance that their friendship actually began to resemble one, and while Yang wasn’t completely sure what had occurred that night, she had a fairly good idea.

Jaune had done Weiss a solid. It wasn’t a coincidence that Neptune went and talked to her teammate only moments after Jaune had spoken to him outside.

Ever since, their relationship had blossomed into a true friendship. In their second year now, it was obvious that Weiss cared for Jaune just as much as she cared for her other friends. Yang was happy about that. She’d always thought Weiss had been a little hard on him, a little unreasonable, even if he had been a bit annoying back then with his puppy love. Who didn’t have embarrassing moments like that in their past? Yang had plenty. It was nice to see them come together and become real, true friends.

Yang knew that Weiss never had any of those growing up, so it was a big deal for the heiress.

But… they’d never been like this before.

Weiss wasn’t what you would call a touchy person. It had taken her over a year to truly become comfortable with Ruby’s nature; specifically, her little sister’s penchant for hugs. Growing up the way she had, it was understandable. Weiss just wasn’t used to positive contact. But slowly but surely, she’d grown used to Ruby’s hugs and Yang’s boisterous shows of affection, and had even conquered her shyness when it came to bathing.

What better way could a group of hot, young girls bond than in the bath together? Or washing each other's backs in the shower? Yang couldn’t think of one. And it totally wasn’t just because she liked to perv – that was just a bonus, okay? She liked girls and boys; sue her!

It seemed that Jaune had joined that illustrious company of those Weiss felt comfort being in close contact with. The way she was doting on him reminded her of an older sister or mother, or a girlfriend.

Yang blinked.

Was that possible?

Before she could continue that train of thought, the ground heaved. Yang had to place her hand out to keep herself from tumbling off the log she was sitting on, while Jaune hastily caught Weiss as she stumbled into him.

“Sorry,” Weiss said quietly, almost too low for Yang to hear.

“It’s fine,” Jaune replied before turning, shouting, “Nora! Ease up a little!”

“Awwww~!” the ginger haired girl threw back, pulling her weapon from its position lodged in the dirt. Nearby, Pyrrha was shaking her head in amusement. “I almost had her!”

“Nora, her semblance is polarity,” Ren reminded her. “You’ll never hit her with Magnhild.”

“Says you!” Nora stuck her tongue out petulantly. “If you give up, Ren, people will never do nothing!”

“That isn’t – Nora, speak properly.”

“I’ll speak hows I wants,” she puffed up, sounding ridiculous. She then looked around curiously. “Where did Blake and Ruby go?”

Yang looked around, suddenly aware that her partner had vanished along with her sister – but not for long. A sudden blur of red and black entered the clearing, rose petals scattering everywhere as Ruby dumped Blake on her head, skidding to a stop several feet away with a shit eating grin etched on her face.

“Ha~!” Ruby laughed, hands on hips. “And the winner is…?”

Blake clutched at the ground, her fingers digging into the dirt as she looked around with a half-crazed look on her face; a face that was rapidly turning green. “I’m going to throw up.”

Yang snorted as Blake pressed her forehead to the ground, breathing heavily as Ruby snickered and did a little victory dance.

“Are you okay?” Pyrrha peered at Blake in concern, leaning forward at the waist as she hovered above her.

“No,” Blake moaned pitifully.

Yang caught Jaune whispering something to Weiss but not the words themselves. Whatever he said prompted Weiss to walk over and help Blake to her feet, the cat faunus wobbling as the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company escorted her over to Yang and helped her sit on the log next to her.

“You alright there, partner?” Yang grinned, placing a hand on her shoulder to keep her steady.

“No,” she repeated, closing her eyes. “The world is still spinning.”

“Ruby – you know she can’t handle travel with your semblance,” Weiss scolded.

“Duh~! That’s why I used it to defeat her,” Ruby said as if Weiss was a dimwitted child. Weiss scowled, not appreciating the tone. “She was being all flippy and ninja, and then she started being all sneaky with her clones, and then she pulled my cloak!” Ruby was now the one that didn’t look very pleased. “My cloak! Well, if you are going to pull my cloak, then I am going to semblance you.”

Jaune chuckled. “Semblance you?”

Ruby beamed. “Yup~!”

Yang couldn’t deny the effectiveness of such a technique. As Ruby’s sister, Yang had endured many of her sister’s semblance enhanced speed trips. Heck – Yang had been there when Ruby first discovered she could haul people along with her seeing as she was the one Ruby had used it on! Even for Yang who was most used to it, it could be a little bit disorientating.

For someone like Blake? It must be hell. Like chucking a cat in a washing machine or dryer.

Ruby knew that, and still did it anyway – and Yang felt like there was something a little more there. Her sister had been pouting up a storm because Blake hadn’t let her work on Gambol Shroud two-point-oh while Weiss had been more than happy to allow Ruby to help with Myrtenaster Two as they’d all come to jokingly call it, so maybe this was a little bit of revenge?

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Yes, well – as you can see, you’ve made your point.”

Weiss was rubbing gentle circles on Blake’s back. Slowly but surely, the green receded from her cheeks until she no longer looked like she was on the verge of losing her lunch. Blake leaned into Weiss’ touch and Yang took note, feeling a little strange.

“Should we call it?” Pyrrha asked as she approached with Ren and Nora. Nora was pouting, hammer slung casually across her shoulders.

“Sure,” Jaune shrugged. “We all got in a good workout, right?”

Yang couldn’t complain. She’d gone twelve rounds with Pyrrha and that was more than enough for anyone. There was no denying that while Pyrrha Nikos was one of the most powerful people on the planet due to her maiden powers and unbelievable semblance, she was also one of the most skilled. She didn’t need those to put Yang on her ass, as much as it galled her to admit it sometimes.

No matter how hard she worked, it felt like Yang would never catch her.

But it wasn’t for nothing. Yang always came away from these training sessions having learned something, and she was always improving because of it.

“Yeah, I’m down to chill,” Yang said. “What do you wanna do now?”

It was pretty late in the afternoon.

“Oh, oh,” Nora bounced up and down excitedly. “Wanna have a movie night?”

The words had barely left Nora’s lips when Ruby was on board, the pair high-fiving each other.

“Sounds like fun,” Jaune said, smiling. “It’s been awhile since we’ve just kicked back like that.”

“We need popcorn,” Pyrrha proposed.

“Soda,” Yang chimed in.

“Chocolate,” Weiss declared pompously.

Blake hummed her consent.

“Are we skipping dinner?” Ren asked.

They were.

Plan set, they scattered to shower and collect all the goodies they would need and a bunch of blankets and pillows for comfort. Yang accompanied her partner, watching her carefully as amber eyes lingered on Weiss who followed after Jaune and Pyrrha to raid some of the nearby vending machines. Ruby and Nora went straight to the common room to secure their spot and start picking out movies, Ren supervising to ensure they didn’t just pick the same genre over and over again.

She was picking up some strange vibes here.

Yang nudged Blake in the ribs and smirked when the raven haired girl jerked as if shot.

“Heya,” she grinned cheekily as Blake scowled halfheartedly.

“Did you really have to do that?” she asked, trying to sound annoyed.

“You were lost in your own little world for a moment there,” Yang thought it mighty intriguing how her eyes darted away from her, suddenly very interested in the ground. “Lien for your thoughts?”

Blake shrugged casually. “Oh, you know – just thinking about things.”

“Things?” Yang pressed lightly. “What things?”

“Just… stuff,” Blake said evasively. “Nothing that serious, don’t worry about it.”

Yang somehow doubted that.

They made their way back to their dorm, stripping blankets from beds and hauling pillows over to the common room after a quick shower. Thankfully the place was pretty deserted and didn’t require them to jockey for the television. Nora was in the process of pulling more couches over while Ruby manically flicked through movies on the screen, drying her hair with a towel. She must have used the communal showers.

“Here comes the good stuff,” Jaune called, and when Yang turned, she saw his arms laden with junk food. Pyrrha and Weiss weren’t far behind, also carrying an assortment of popcorn, candy and soda. “Everyone thank Weiss, she paid for everything.”

“Thanks Weiss~!” Nora shouted, bounding over and snatching a bag of chips.

“That’s my BFF~!” Ruby scrambled for some twisted caramels, hastily opening one and popping it in her mouth, chewing loudly. “Frrankyourr~!”

“Ruby, don’t speak with your mouth full,” Weiss snapped, expression severe. “Don’t be gross.”

Being a brat, Ruby continued to chew with her mouth open, smack, smack, smack until Weiss threw a chocolate bar at her head.

“Ow~!” Ruby exclaimed, rubbing her head where it had bounced off.

“Serves you right, sis,” Yang snickered, grabbing a can of cola and cracking it open. The cold, sweet beverage always tasted best after a nice workout. She gulped it down until it was finished, the carbonation burning her throat.

Then she let loose with a mammoth burp.

Pyrrha blinked. “That was impressive.”

Nora laughed, and then laughed even harder when Yang flinched, a chocolate bar bouncing off her forehead.

“Oi…”

“You sisters are unbelievable,” Weiss glared at her. “No wonder she has such bad habits.”

“You’re just jealous you can’t burp that loud,” Yang smirked. “Prissy little Weiss can only do little girl burps.”

“I don’t burp at all,” Weiss stuck her nose up. “Ever.”

“Is this like that girls never fart thing,” Nora asked. “I’ve definitely heard you let rip a few times, Weiss, even though you try to hide it.”

“Excuse me?” Weiss thundered, expression filled with outrage. Jaune snorted and she whirled on him, incensed. “And what do you find so funny, exactly?”

“Nothing,” he quickly shook his head, though his face was pure amusement. She poked him in the chest. “Nothing at all.”

“Damn right,” she poked him a few more times to make her point before turning her ire on Nora. “And you! Lie about me again and I’ll freeze your legs together.”

“Oh~! They have the new Monster Island movie on Schneeflix,” Ruby interrupted. “Can we watch that? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?”

Monster Island it was.

“Shotgun!” Jaune called, jumping into the middle of one of the couches. Yang was about to leap in next to him when Blake materialized out of nowhere, taking the spot Yang had her eyes on. Weiss slipped in on his other side, prim and proper, cutting in front of Pyrrha before she could take a seat next to her partner.

“Wow, you really wanted to sit there, huh?” Yang arched an eyebrow at Blake.

“Not really,” Blake maintained a straight face. “I just happened to get here, that’s all.”

Yeeeaaah, something fishy was going on but Yang just couldn’t figure out what. Pyrrha wavered, staring at Weiss for a drawn out moment before sitting down on the other couch with Ren and Ruby, while Yang settled for sitting with Nora.

“Someone get the lights!” Nora hollered.

“The lights aren’t on, Nora – the sun is still up,” Ren pointed at the window. While it was close to sunset, it wasn‘t quite there.

“Oh,” Nora sounded deflated. “Uh – start the movie?”

It was nice to just kick back and do regular teenage shit. Pyrrha quickly opened a bag of popcorn while Weiss raided her sizable chocolate haul, humming in delight as her teeth sunk through a bar of rich dairy milk chocolate. Yang had the one she’d thrown at her head and dug in, making a sound of delight.

It was good.

Candy and chips were distributed across all three couches, and they all settled in to watch.

As interesting as the movie was – and it was interesting, Yang was a sucker for a good monster flick – she couldn’t help but keep shooting glances to her right every so often, checking in on her partner and her white haired teammate.

They’d gathered one of the blankets and had thrown it across their bodies, sharing it between them. At first there was nothing out of the ordinary, just three friends enjoying some sweets and the movie together. Yang felt a little silly when nothing more happened but as the sun set, the room darkened and many of the other students left the room, she caught something from the corner of her eye during the climax of the film.

The blanket was moving.

It was subtle but repetitive, like something was moving up and down to disturb the fabric. Yang stared for a few seconds, her brain blue screening and it wasn’t until a full reboot occurred then she realized just what was happening.

Yang felt her mouth drop open in sheer, unadulterated shock.

No fucking way, she thought incredulously.

The spot that was moving was directly above Jaune’s lap, the blanket tenting as something moved up and down, something that Yang would bet her entire bank account was a hand. A hand, moving up and down on Jaune’s lap.

His lap!

Where his dick was!

Yang hastily looked forward, so surprised that she missed the entire final fight of the movie. She stared blankly as Ruby started searching for different films, her mouth dry.

She couldn’t believe it. Jaune was getting a handjob, she was positive – but from who?

The blanket had stopped moving as everyone discussed what to watch next.

“What about Star Clash?” Pyrrha offered, a little embarrassed.

“Neeeerd,” Nora teased.

“I like Star Clash,” Ruby pouted furiously. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Oh, uh – nothing,” Nora shrunk, feeling bad as Pyrrha and Ruby peered at her with watery eyes. “We can… watch that if you want…”

“That alright when you guys?” Ruby asked everyone at large.

“Sure,” Jaune replied, his voice completely even as if he wasn’t getting his cock pumped in their presence. Yang was impressed by his poker face. “I like Star Clash as well.”

“What is Star Clash?” Weiss asked, confused.

Weiss… it couldn’t be her, right? Weiss Schnee; prim, prissy heiress – there was no way, right? But if it wasn’t her, then it had to be…

“It is about the heroic development of Louise Starwalker as a—” Blake began but Ruby hastily cut her off.

“Don’t spoil it!” Ruby hissed. “You’ll just have to watch it to find out!”

...if it wasn’t Weiss, then it had to be Blake. Blake Belladonna; her partner, friend and wet blanket that had completely ignored the sexy hunk of man meat that was Sun Wukong when the monkey faunus had all but thrown himself at her. Miss I-Don’t-Have-Time-for-Relationships herself, jerking off Jaune Arc of all people underneath a blanket…

Unless he was beating his own meat but there is no way he would be so daring, so utterly fucking stupid… there was no way to hide that from the two girls wedged by his side, wait a minute…

It didn’t matter if it was Weiss or Blake. There was no way the other girl, whoever the other girl was, wouldn’t know what was happening right next to her.

...were they both in on it?

No. Fucking. Way.

Yang pinched the bridge of her nose, giving her head a little shake. No, she was letting her mind run away with itself. This was all because of how strangely Weiss and Blake had been acting since they’d returned, around each other and around Jaune. Her mind was attempting to figure it out by filling in the blanks and unfortunately, her mind was filth. She was a teenaged girl, after all.

There was probably a much more logical explanation for all of this. His knee was probably just bouncing up and down, or he was scratching at a particularly persistent itch or anything else. It didn’t have to be that.

She was being ridiculous.

But when the next movie started, the blanket started moving again. Yang did her best to ignore it but now that she’d thought it, there was no unthinking it. Gritting her teeth, she snatched up some popcorn and chewed it aggressively.

She wasn’t going to look. Nope. She wasn’t. She was going to watch this movie and pretend like nothing was happening, that it was just a figment of her imagination and tomorrow, it would be as if nothing had occurred at all.

That lasted all of two minutes.

Her eyes drifted until they once again landed on the moving blanket, and without warning, a thought filtered through her mind and wormed its way deep, refusing to be dislodged.

Did Jaune have a big cock?

If someone had asked her that question last year, she would have said no, of course not. Even though it really had nothing to do with it, Jaune just didn’t give off big dick energy, you know? He held none of the swagger of a guy that was truly packing, that was sure of himself on the most base level of being a man.

Not that she would know. In reality, Yang was a virgin and the only boy she’d ever dated had dumped her after she’d accidentally bit his tongue because she was so nervous. She’d never even seen a cock that wasn’t on screen, or touched one.

She really didn’t have a clue.

Why was she thinking about his cock, anyway? It wasn’t as if she liked him that way, Jaune wasn’t her type. Sure, he was cute and handsome, fit as a Huntsman should be, a good guy and an even better friend but her tastes skewed more towards someone with a little bit of an edge, a bad boy, not someone quite so vanilla as Jaune Arc.

Though maybe she might have to reevaluate the type of person he was if he was the type to get a handjob in secret around all of his friends!

This was ridiculous.

Their movie continued to play, the first in a trilogy meaning they were in for the long haul. When the first one finished and the second began, Yang was seriously beginning to doubt what was going on. If he was reviving a handjob, how the hell hadn’t he popped his top yet? These movies weren’t exactly short!

It wasn’t long until their active afternoon began to take its toll. Ruby was the first one to begin dozing, her cute little snores barely audible over the movie. Next was Pyrrha, snuggled against the arm of her couch, a pillow half-covering her face. Ren and Nora were fading fast when Jaune began to move.

“Toilet,” Jaune said at Ren’s curious look. Yang couldn’t help it, her eyes darting down to his waist as the blanket was peeled aside but it was for naught. It was too dark to see anything. “Be right back.”

Once Jaune left, Weiss and Blake shuffled closer together. Yang watched them carefully from the corner of her eye, the pair whispering something to each other. When Ren and Nora finally fell asleep, Yang closed her eyes without thinking about it, pretending, waiting with baited breath. Her heart began to pump harder, pounding in her chest.

One minute passed, then two – and then she heard Weiss say, “Let’s go.”

Yang didn’t dare move or open her eyes. Blake could see in the dark and would notice immediately. Instead, she remained perfectly still as she heard the blanket rustle and then a pair of feet padding around the back of her couch. Yang waited a few minutes more before opening her eyes, staring at the now very much empty couch.

I can’t believe this is actually fucking happening, she thought incredulously.

There really were only two places they could have gone.

The common room was empty, as were the hallways leading back to their dorm rooms. Team JNPR’s room was right across the hallway from Team RWBY’s and when Yang arrived, she strained her ears, listening.

Nothing.

Both doors loomed before her, her eyes darting back and forth between them. She felt jittery, her hands shaking a little as she thought about her next course of action. Yang knew she was being silly, that even if they were doing what she thought they might be doing, this was none of her business. She should turn her butt around and go back to the common room but her curiosity was too strong.

She wanted to know.

Both doors were closed and locked, though Yang had access to both of them. Pulling out her scroll, she hesitated.

RWBY or JNPR?

Yang stared at the door to her room before turning away, approaching the door across from it. Hesitating, she pressed her ear against the grain of the wood, listening. At first there was nothing and she felt foolish, but then—

It was soft, barely there – but she was positive she heard someone giggle. Yang felt her heart stop cold.

Nowaynowaynowaynowaynoway~!

Her arm moved without thought, her scroll passing over the electronic lock. The small light on the panel switched from red to green, and her hand quickly settled on the handle. Twisting it gently, Yang opened the door a crack and peered within.

“Look how hard he is,” Weiss cooed in a voice Yang had never heard from the heiress before, face filled with devilish delight. “Did all the teasing make you like this?”

“Do you know how hard it was for me to not just ravish you two right then and there,” Jaune growled darkly, voice deep; dangerous. Again, not a voice she’d ever heard from him. “Being edged for hours on end isn’t nice, you know?”

“Your balls feel like they’re going to burst,” Blake panted breathlessly. “Do you want to fire into us that badly? It’s only been a week.”

“Is that why I can smell the both of you and you haven’t even undressed yet?” Jaune asked sharply. “Because it’s only been a week?”

Yang’s eyes widened as she saw it.

She really didn’t know a fucking thing.

Jaune’s cock jutted from his pelvis lewdly, thick and long, the shaft riddled with bulging, knotted veins. Yang stared in shock as her eyes devoured his length from the fat root along the curve of his burly shaft to the fat, glossy head smeared in pre-cum. The glans were a bright, angry purple while the upper end of his shaft was flushed a deep red, engorged with blood and ready to fuck. Hanging below were a pair of plump, healthy balls, tight against the base of his cock like a couple of eggs.

He was big. Very big.

Jaune had a huge cock. Massive.

Holy fuck, Yang thought.

And it looked on the verge of popping.

Weiss was lightly cupping the underside of it, stroking it back and forth with gentle fingers. Standing in front of him like this, Yang could see the size difference between them more starkly than ever before. Jaune towered over Weiss, his muscular, lean muscles dwarfing her diminutive frame. Yang already knew that Jaune was pretty built these days but no, he was fucking shredded. She wasn’t sure if being on that island had anything to do with it but he appeared to be cut from granite, not an inch of body fat to be seen.

He could manhandle Weiss with ease.

Yang bit her lip at the thought of it, something inside her squeezing as her eyes darted down to her partner.

She was kneeling on the floor, almost submissively. Amber eyes upturned, staring at his cock and balls with obvious hunger. The expression etched on her face was not one she ever expected to see from her partner, a girl who was so good at shielding her emotions.

There was nothing shielded there.

Adoration, lust, love. She looked at Jaune with devotion, hands grasping at his legs desperately. Seeing Blake showing such open desire went straight to Yang’s core. She felt her pussy dampen as her nipples tightened deliciously.

There was no doubt about it.

They were going to fuck. The three of them, together.

She should leave.

Her feet didn’t move.

“Do you want to see what a week without you looks like?” Weiss teased, fingers making a come hither gesture on the underside of his length, tickling the undercarriage. “I’m so wet, Jaune. The only relief I can get is in the shower. I’ve been masturbating almost every day.”

“It’s true,” Blake said, squirming. “I can smell it everywhere. I’m the same. Our scent is everywhere but it isn’t enough.”

Yang swallowed thickly.

“It isn’t enough,” Weiss parroted. “See what you’ve done to us? And then we have to see you strutting around without a care, acting like you don’t want to bury this guy inside us? Why is that? Do you have someone else now to take care of your needs?”

“Never,” he denied.

“Maybe Pyrrha?” Weiss asked, giving his tip an aggressive tap. “You’re always with her.”

“You’re always with your team,” Jaune pointed out.

“But now we are alone,” her hand curled around his crown and gave it a rough tug. His cock bounced as she released it, flexing; Yang felt her mouth go dry, something primal inside her melting. “And I’m done waiting.”

Yang stifled a gasp as Weiss undressed, shimmying out of her clothes until her lithe, gorgeous body was on display, clad in nothing but a cute bra and even cuter panties. Blake pulled her top over her head, her plump breasts threatening to spill out of her bra before pushing her pants down over her glorious ass. Jaune’s cock twitched and bounced as he watched them, and when they began removing their underwear, it flexed powerfully.

“Like what you see?” Weiss teased, giving her butt a little shake. It was firm and high, sculpted to perfection.

“Always,” he promised.

Blake nuzzled his thighs, placing a tender kiss on his skin. “I want to suck your cock.”

Yang bit her lip as Weiss sank to her knees beside Blake, his length hanging between their upturned faces. Slender fingers encircled his base, Weiss stroking him as Blake leaned in. Her lips ghosted along his shaft, her tongue darting out to trace those bulging veins. His cock looked even bigger like this, Weiss’ hand looking so small and delicate as she grasped at him.

Her thighs trembled as desire pooled messily inside her panties, her pussy on fire.

Yang clamped her legs together in an attempt to stifle the throbbing urge to touch herself that rose within, her too long neglected pussy squeezing around fingers that were absent. When was the last time she’d had any time to herself to take care of business? It felt like forever. Things had been so hectic lately and before, she lived with four other girls. It was hard to find time.

Weiss and Blake didn’t seem to have that trouble, frigging themselves in the shower. Yang longed for her toy, buried deep in her drawers, hidden from prying eyes and the rampant curiosity of her little sister. It touched her in all the right spots, that plastic cock substitute crafted to wring pleasure from lonely quims everywhere. Not too big, not too small – just right.

Though maybe she had to revisit what just right was. Lilac eyes hungrily watched Jaune’s cock as Weiss and Blake pampered it with loving caresses and cheeky kisses, smearing his pre-ejaculate across their lips, their cheeks, marking themselves with his scent. Seeing the ever proper Weiss Schnee open her mouth, her tongue spreading out eagerly as she lapped at the underside of his crown was a sight she could never have envisioned in a million years. It was such a contrast from her public persona, from her very proper upbringing that it lit a fire inside Yang that only grew hotter.

“Mm, you taste so good,” Blake whined, lips sealing around the side of his glans and giving it a soft suck. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting all week for this.”

Is this what they’d been doing their whole time trapped on that island? While the rest of them worried and feared the worst, these three were just fucking the time away? Losing themselves in their lust, Jaune taking that fat dick and breeding her teammates like a pair of needy, cock drunk sows? Yang pressed her forehead against the door frame, panting as her body grew hot all over. Her nipples ached beautifully, so tight they felt like they might crack. Her poor little pussy throbbed, begging for aid.

A hand settled on her belly, massaging the skin below her navel in soothing circles.

“This won’t take long,” Jaune warned.

Weiss smirked.

And then she engulfed his head, her pretty lips stretching around his cock to swallow him. Blake made a sound of encouragement, lapping at the available shaft while Weiss sank down on him, her mouth taking half of his length before retreating. Loud, lewd slurping filled the room as she got to work, a hand falling between her thighs to stroke her leaking petals as she sucked his cock with powerful, practiced movements.

There was no hesitation. Weiss was used to this.

Yang couldn’t take it any more.

Her eyes fluttered closed as her hand darted between her thighs, touching her damp slit through her pants. Pleasure surged through her body as she rubbed her clit, sparking up her spine in mind bending bursts. Moving lower, she cupped her cunt and squeezed, feeling her insides tremble with need.

She was so fucking horny, it was unreal.

Weiss bobbed her head up and down Jaune’s cock, eyes closed as she serviced him. Blake buried her face against his crotch and Yang watched, stroking her covered pussy furiously as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Jaune’s expression was one of rapture, body growing taut, lean muscles tense as they pleasured him, his sounds of pleasure going straight to Yang’s cunt.

Every slurp, every sigh. The sight of Weiss’ hand dancing between her slender thighs, shlick, shlick, shlick, Blake tugging on his testicle, bathing it in saliva. It was too much. All her rubbing had molded her pants and underwear to her plump vulva, giving her an aggressive camel toe.

A soiled, wet, aggressive camel toe.

Yang moaned softly, barely catching the sound as it escaped. She needed to be careful. Blake had superb hearing, any sound louder than a mouse, she would catch it. Though maybe not now, Yang thought with envy, as Blake continued to devour his balls with fervor. She was so consumed with her task that she might miss it.

They were eating him alive.

It wasn’t long until they changed positions, Weiss pulling off his cock with a sturdy suck. Blake replaced her, capturing his crown with the flat of her tongue before engulfing him completely. Weiss kissed her way down his shaft before sucking his neglected testicle into her mouth, pursing her lips and tugging on it, stretching the skin of his scrotum.

How many times had they done this with him already to move with such ease and surety? They’d turned that island into their own little fucknest, hadn’t they? Away from prying eyes and the judgment of the world, they’d let loose, shedding any and all inhibitions.

Yang couldn’t resist the call any longer.

Her fingers found the waistband of her sweatpants and wiggled their way inside, slipping beneath her underwear. She quickly found the sparse blonde hair that grew on her mons, idly stroking the fine, damp hair before moving lower, peeling her panties away from her sodden vulva. She cupped her drenched cunt, fingers curling as she teased the entrance before two innocent fingers slipped inside, parting her inner walls.

Fuck, she was so wet.

Glck, glck, glck, glck.

Blake had wasted little time, sinking down on Jaune’s cock until her lips stretched around the base. Her throat bulged obscenely, stretched to the limit as she throated him, swallowing around his erection, using the entirety of her mouth and throat to pleasure him. Amber eyes rolled as she repeated the process over and over, head moving aggressively as she deepthroated him. One of her hands rose, toying with her nipples, pinching and tweaking them as her other hand sought out her blistering cunt. Her fingers slipped inside, her palm clapping wetly against her vulva as she fingered herself without delay. Meanwhile Weiss bathed his balls in her saliva, sucking at them messily, jostling them with her tongue before giggling breathlessly.

She peered up at Jaune with those beautiful ice blue eyes. “I’m late, you know.”

It took Yang several moments to register the words, her fingers curling and finding her g-spot. Her tummy trembled as liquid fire pooled in her uterus, sparks of ecstasy rocketing up her spine. Yang’s pussy clenched like a vice, strangling her questing fingers as her body throbbed with lust.

Jaune hissed as Blake buried her nose against his pelvis. “Late?”

“My period,” Weiss confessed coyly. “It’s late.”

Yang froze.

“Fuck,” Jaune groaned, pulling Blake’s mouth off his cock with a sharp tug. His erection bounced free, drenched in saliva and pre-cum, twitching wildly. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

Weiss grabbed the base of his cock, pointing it straight at her lips – and then the pair of them began lashing the head with their tongues, their lips suckling at the sides of his crown before they met in a passionate kiss, his cock trapped between them.

Yang’s body continued to hum, her pussy gushing around her still fingers but Weiss’ words had shocked her into inaction.

Weiss is pregnant, she thought, delirious. Weiss is pregnant!?

Her teammates continued to make out around his cock, their tongues curling, tickling the underside of his glans, their mouths plush and hot around his swelling crown. Yang saw the exact moment Jaune’s orgasm struck. His length tensed, the fat root on the underside visibly contracting as his cock flexed powerfully in Weiss’ hold. His plump, bursting balls clenched, rising up in victory – and then with a heave, semen blasted from the tip of his dick.

Several ridiculously thick, long streaks of cum erupted across their mouths, their tongues, their lips and faces, painting them in his boiling hot load. Over and over, it just kept coming, volley after volley of his pent up lust. The hours of edging lent it a ferocity that was unmatched, Blake moaning as she captured the tip and sucking, taking a shot directly into her mouth before letting Weiss replace her, the heiress slurping hard as he filled her mouth.

And it was ridiculous. Yang was inexperienced with men but she had watched her fair share of porn. It varied between videos and men but even the most hearty cumshot had never contained this much volume. Jaune was practically drowning them in his jizz.

No wonder Weiss was late if they were allowing him to cum inside them like this. What the fuck were they thinking?

Even though she wasn’t moving her fingers, just the sight of Jaune’s vigorous explosion was enough to push her towards the end. She was close. Oh, she was so close. Her womb throbbed insistently, her inner walls coiling aggressively around her fingers and with a subtle shift, she began fingering herself once more.

Just a little more. Just a little more.

Her eyes fell on Jaune’s cock. It should have been spent but even after such a violent ejaculation, it was still steel hard, bobbing between their upturned faces, a long strand of cum dangling from the end.

This cock wasn’t done; far from it.

“Oh,” Blake moaned lavishly, her soiled face twisted in rapture. Her hand moved faster, pistoning into her snatch. Her body writhed, stretching. “Oh~! Mmm, I’m going to cum~!”

“Not yet,” Jaune said, and then he was hauling her onto the bed, manhandling her slender, athletic body with ease. He threw her down on her hands and knees, facing away from Yang – giving her the perfect angle to see Blake’s fingers slip from her engorged slit, only to be replaced with his fat dick. Blake squealed and Yang saw every inch of it; the way her plump labia parted and stretched, her inflamed insides glossy with her arousal, her pussy stuffed full as he thrust inside her.

Fuck, he’d put it in even though he was still dripping cum everywhere. Didn’t he hear what Weiss said? He was going to get Blake pregnant too at this rate!

Why did that make her pussy throb even harder at the thought?

“Hnnggg~!” Blake hunched up, nails clawing at the blanket. “So deep~!”

How would it feel to have such a stud cock buried deep in your pussy? Yang wanted to know. She wanted to know so bad it hurt. Her dildo was perfect for her but Jaune was so much bigger. Longer, thicker, curved – a few times, when her masturbation sessions had gotten a little out of hand, when she’d plunged a little too deeply, she’d felt it brush her cervix. Those moments had been painful but strangely alluring. Her toy was too short to repeat the action with any regularity but she’d been curious about it.

Jaune could reach, she thought. He could reach it every time.

Blake was sobbing as he pressed into her and yet a couple inches still remained, her tiny pussy unable to take all of him. He was too big for her. Yang panted.

Would I be the same?

What was wrong with her? She wasn’t some cheap slut. She didn’t even like Jaune, he wasn’t her type, just because he had a fat dick…

Weiss crawled up onto the bed, her face still sticky with Jaune’s discharge as she caressed his back, hand falling to pinch his butt. His hips jerked, wrenching a pleasure filled cry from Blake’s throat.

“Fuck her,” Weiss demanded.

Yang felt her belly quiver. Pressing on her g-spot, she grit her teeth.

She was there.

“What the fuck are you doing?” an all too familiar and unwelcome voice barked from further down the hall, Yang’s heart shooting into her throat.

Cardin Winchester.

Yang flinched, jerking up. Slamming into the door, it rocketed open, banging into the wall. Weiss shrieked in surprise, jerking around and covering her small breasts when she spotted Yang standing in the doorway. Jaune hastily pulled free of Blake’s clutching pussy, turning, blue eyes wide in shock. Only Blake remained unmoved, writhing as her orgasm suddenly blasted through her, squirting against the bed in a long, violent stream.

“What the—Yang~!?” Jaune shouted.

Without thought, Yang darted in and slammed the door shut before Cardin could approach and see what was actually happening, face filled with panic.

“What are you doing?” Weiss demanded angrily, eyes darting down. There was no missing the soiled patch on the front of her sweatpants. “Were you watching us?”

“I – I – I,” she repeated, unable to get anything else out.

“Haaaaah~! Hnnngg~!~” Blake seethed as her pussy continued to spasm, her shapely ass jiggling as her hips jerked in sporadic bursts.

“Looks like the cat is out of the bag,” Weiss muttered darkly, eyes cold as she pinned Yang with a very unimpressed look. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

It was the most awkward conversation of Yang’s life.

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The end~! As like last time, there will be a two week break before I start posting the next story in this rotation which is the Majority Faunus Beacon idea that was voted for in a poll. Original idea was suggested by 13ry4n.