Chapter-11

Yang shook as her eyes remained fixed on Jaune, heart caught in her throat. Her mind was sluggish, foggy and unresponsive. It urged her to cover up, demanding she flee. He had caught her in her shame. This was wrong; all of it was wrong! What had she been thinking? None of this made any sense. Why had she thought this was a good idea? That this was appropriate at all? What kind of slut masturbated next to their sleeping friend? She was the worst .

But she couldn't take her eyes off him. Especially not now. Not with his cock out in the open; and what a cock it was! It was long and thick, with a fat head that wept pre-cum all over his clutching fist and muscled abs. It was curved upwards, flushed red and purple with arousal, covered in a spider web of veins. It looked both painful and satisfying, visibly throbbing within his grasp. The sight of it alone had her tunnel clutching at her fingers desperately. She wanted it; she wanted it so badly.

She hadn't been able to resist. After that night they had gone clubbing together, Jaune was on her mind all hours of the day. While she had always thought that Jaune was pretty cute even with his dorky nature and hopeless social skills, that had been it, but something about him lately had caught her attention. Had urged her to pull him out onto the dance floor and see what it was. The feel of his fit, toned body against her as they danced was seared across her senses, the promise of that rock hard length as they brushed against each other again and again setting her aflame. And when Blake had joined them, it had been a dream come true. She hadn't felt jealous, seeing her crush and partner with Jaune even though she knew she should. Yang should have been furious but instead, it had turned her on so fucking much.

But despite all that, she had only meant to check on him, see if he was alright. He hadn't looked well and he had been asleep for a few hours now, so she thought waking him was the right thing to do. She hadn't expected to see him undressed all the way down to his underwear. She hadn't expected to see his erection threatening to reveal itself, straining against his trunks. It had left very little to the imagination, the outline clear as day.

It had awoken something deep inside her.

"Yang?" Jaune finally spoke, his voice low.

She trembled at the sound of his voice, biting her lip. She watched the way he looked at her spread little pussy, at her bare breasts. Hesitating for a moment, she began moving her hand, reaching deeper into her quim. She kept the pace slow; now that he was awake, she wanted to start again, to build. Before he had awoken, she had been so close. Her hand had been slapping her skin wetly as she chased after her climax with reckless abandon. Now she wanted it to last. So she fought against the urge to cum, fought off the tightening in her belly and stroked her pleated walls softly.

Yang panted heavily as pleasure surged more powerfully through her body than before. Her skin prickled as Jaune watched her, his blue eyes blown wide with desire. When his hand started moving up and down his shaft, Yang felt her eyes roll back into her head. It was too much, seeing him touch himself like that.

"Look at me," he said. Yang forced her eyes open. The way his hand stroked his turgid length stole her breath. Every time his hand reached the tip, it circled the head, swiping his palm across the top of his glans. It must have felt amazing, for every time he did this his abs would tense, clenching in doubtless pleasure. Yang devoured the sight hungrily, grinding her own palm against her throbbing clit. Little whines escaped her throat, her face twisting in rapture.

"God, Yang," he breathed out, husky. Reaching down with his other hand, he cupped his balls, massaging them, rolling them between his fingers. They were tight up against his shaft, framing the base like twin eggs on either side.

She swiped at her lips, clearing away a bead of drool that had been forming. The cold metal of her prosthetic burned against her hot mouth, another spark of sensation that flowed down into her aching nipples and cunt. Pulling her fingers free, she felt her hole gape lewdly as she attacked her clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

"Jaune," she moaned. Her voice was higher pitched than normal, sounding more like her younger sister Ruby. "Oh Jaune~! I'm so turned on right now. Look what you do to me."

She peeled her vulva and labia apart with her fingers in a V, showing off her twitching depths. Jaune's head fell back with a groan, his hand pumping his member faster. Yang couldn't get enough of it. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to fuck him.

"I need you," she cried as she pinched her pearl. Her thighs shuddered and threatened to clamp shut. "Jaune, I need you~!"

There was no hesitation. Jaune stood, walking towards her with heated eyes. His massive erection swayed with each step, drooling with pent up lust. Yang felt a sudden bolt of fear shoot through her, her fingers pausing as he crawled onto her bed. He loomed over her, much larger than she thought. She jumped when the underside of his cock tapped against her belly, red hot.

She struggled to speak. "I – Jaune, I've never – I don't know," she swallowed thickly. She wanted it so fucking badly, but she was scared. Yang Xiao Long wasn't used to being scared.

Jaune met her eyes. "Are you a virgin?"

Yang flushed hotly. "I – no, I mean yes."

He blinked, confused. "Yang?"

"I've never been with a guy before," she confessed shyly. Her breath came out in short pants. "Only first base."

He mulled over her words. "But you've done more with girls?"

Yang nodded. "I-I've had sex with a girl before," she looked away. "It was at Signal."

His dick bobbed between them, seemingly excited by her words. With a groan, Jaune grabbed the base of his girth and gave it a firm shake. Pre-cum flew off the end and landed on her belly. It was warm. An excited shiver passed through her. It was so long and thick, if he held it against her it would reach her belly button.

"Do you want to touch me?" he asked.

Everything was going so fast – and he was giving her the chance to slow it down, to go at a more reasonable pace. Nodding, she reached for him. Jaune hummed when her fingers closed around him, soft and warm, and wet with her juices. He moved off the bed so he was standing, her head level with his crotch. Yang marveled at how firm it was, yet also how soft the skin was. Jaune let go so the full weight of it rested in her hand.

"It's so heavy," she said in awe, giving it a soft squeeze. There was a little bit of give to the flesh, unlike the toys she secretly had back home, yet it wasn't soft. On the underside, she pressed her thumb against the beefy ridge. From the base to tip, she rubbed it up and down like she was attempting to squeeze something from a tube.

Wetness oozed from the tip and down over her hand, mixing with her own essence. Growing even more excited, she focused on lengthening her strokes, establishing a steady, even rhythm. The veins were so hard upon the shaft, knotted and engorged. When her hand reached the flaring head, she copied what she'd seen him do, circling it with her palm on every pass.

"Fuck, Yang," Jaune threaded his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. He was gentle with it, conscious of her love of her hair. Glancing up at him, she smiled.

"Does this feel good?" she asked breathlessly. She pumped his dick faster, spending more time stimulating the glans. His stomach twitched and tensed, driving her wild with desire. She could fit both her hands on the shaft if she wished, yet she didn't dare touch him with her prosthetic.

"It feels great, Yang," he gave her a scorching look. "You're so hot, baby. So fucking hot. I want to be inside you so badly."

Yang felt her insides squirm at his words.

"I want you inside me too," she gushed. Making up her mind, she leaned forward and gave the underside of his cock head a strong lick. "Wanna fuck me?"

Jaune had never heard sweeter words.

He swooped down on her, kissing her passionately. Yang made a sound of surprise, giggling as they swapped spit. He loved the way her soft body felt against him, and she loved how firm and sturdy he was against her softness. Her nipples were rock hard and rubbed deliciously against his chest, throbbing in time with her core. Yang whined as her tunnel clenched and squeezed in anticipation, her pussy leaking over her thighs and butt.

"We'll go slow," he promised between kisses, their lips smacking. "Even though I want to fuck you as hard as I can, we'll go slow. God, Yang, you drive me insane. This fucking body of yours drives me insane," he grabbed his cock and slapped it against her belly. Yang jumped and moaned every time he thumped it against her, each wet smack making her core tighten. "You feel how hard I am?"

"Jaune," she whimpered, biting his lip softly. Working the flesh between her teeth, she soothed it with her tongue. "Jaune, please – please, Jaune, I want you to fuck me. God, I've never wanted anything more. Please, Jaune – stick it in?" she squirmed against his iron shaft, squashing it between their bodies. "It's so hot. I want to feel that heat inside me. Please?"

Every time she begged him, he felt his balls pulse with desire. Kissing and sucking down her neck, he slurped one of her nipples into his mouth. Yang keened as he worked the sensitive flesh, palming her other breast. Her tits were much larger than Neon's. Even Cerise didn't have as large of a chest. His fingers sunk into the soft, pillowy flesh, her rock hard nipple pebbled against his palm. He loved how weighty they were, her back arching as he gripped it firmer and gave it a shake.

"Ahn~, Jaune," she grinded against his member, his leaking head making a mess of her belly. "Ooooh, shit," she hissed when he tugged on the peak within his mouth with his teeth. "Please – inside? Please?"

Yang cried softly as he rubbed his glans on her clit, side to side, the sensation blazing across her senses. Her pussy was so hot and wet, and soft. Jaune rubbed his cock against her entrance and back up, coating the tip in her leakage. When he finally pressed against her clutching hole, Yang felt her heart stop in her chest.

Then he was inside, pushing slowly, stretching her out. Yang sobbed, her chest thrust out as she tilted her pelvis. It was slow going, Jaune grunting lowly as her folds closed in around his length. Yang was much warmer than both Neon and Cerise, her insides scorching hot. He was barely halfway in when Yang flinched away, her fingers splayed against his stomach.

"W-Wait," her voice was weak, though it was tinged with a little pain. Her thighs tightened alongside his hips, attempting to halt his progress. "You're really big. Bigger than my toys. Give me a moment?"

His body screamed at him to just take her, thrust in as deep as he could and ravage her sloppy pussy until she couldn't speak. Fuck her stupid and worry about her ire later, but he refused. Instead, Jaune kissed her softly, running his tongue along her lips. She opened her mouth gladly, their tongues twirling and gliding against one another. Her pussy squeezed him like a vice, unrelenting.

They remained like that for some time, just kissing. He played with her amazing tits, toying with her nipples until they were heaving, swollen and sore. Every time he swirled his tongue around the flushed tips, her entire body would quake. His cock slipped in another inch.

"Oouh," Yang moaned into his neck, teeth latching onto his traps and biting down harshly. Jaune groaned, his cock flexing within her molten snatch. Yang jerked, his glans pressing directly on her sweet spot. "F-Fuuck, ahn!"

He didn't want to hurt her but it was difficult, holding back. When he pressed in again a little more, her hand returned to his abs, halting his progress.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, shaking. Small tears gathered in her eyes. "I-I can't. It's too much."

Jaune pressed his forehead to hers. "It's okay; we can just stay like this."

They panted together, Jaune's body taut and unmovable like stone. Yang looked away, feeling ashamed. She had asked for this, asked for him to fuck her, yet when he tried, she couldn't take it. She wasn't a stranger to pain. She was a huntress – pain was part of the game. Even her semblance relied on her getting hit. Yet there was something different about this type of pain, deep inside her most sacred place. It burned and stung, throbbing within her core alongside the pleasure, yet even though she had gone through worse, it somehow felt more unbearable.

Yang grit her teeth.

"Yan—ahh!" Jaune began, only to grunt in shock as she shoved herself further along his shaft. Yang whimpered. "Wait, don't force yourself."

She ignored him, gripping the blanket for leverage as she pulled away – before slamming her cunt down the length of his cock. A ragged, pained gasp passed her lips as he pressed in deeper than before. When he tried to halt her, she slapped his hands away.

"F-Fuck me deeper," she commanded with a watery smile. "Don't stop."

Her beautiful face was pinched with discomfort, her eyes glassy with held back tears. A part of him was worried, alarmed that she was willing to go so far – yet another part of him thrummed with desire, admiring the way her cheeks flushed hotly, the way her lips trembled with every shift of the hips. If possible, his rod swelled even more.

Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her as he thrust. Yang muffled her shout behind her hand, head tossed to the side as he impaled her to the hilt. The end of his cock bumped her cervix, pressing against it firmly. Jaune stared at her quaking tits, shaking from her labored breathing. Withdrawing slightly, he rocked gently against her soft flesh, running his hands down her thighs, down under her waist to cup her ass. Her butt wasn't as shapely as Blake's – or Weiss' – but it was still wonderful, plump and full, pressing back against his hands as he squeezed.

"Fuuuuck," Yang groaned, her mouth falling open. He kept his movements gentle, yet deep. "Uhhn, Jaune – shit, oh, you're so deep. Ah! Ahh~!"

His cock burned within her, her flesh trembling around the invading shaft. Yang felt her eyes roll as pain and pleasure mixed together, intoxicating; overwhelming. Her metal fingers tore into the blanket beneath them, her other hand resting on her belly. She rubbed soothing circles across her taut stomach, above where she felt his cock ravaging her deepest spot. It was so different from her toys. It was so different from being with another girl.

"Damn, Yang," Jaune huffed with effort. Her pussy kept tightening whenever he pressed in, trying its best to milk him of his seed. Her pulsing walls felt amazing, different from the two girls he had been with. It wasn't just the heat. Her folds almost felt rougher, her essence stickier. "You feel so good, baby. Does my cock feel good?"

Yang nodded, her breasts beginning to bounce as he slowly increased the force of his thrusts. He was no longer just rocking against her now, but pulling out an inch or two before sheathing himself back inside. Every time he did, Yang felt her insides clench and twist, her thighs trembling with desire. The pain was still there – but it was dulled, soothed with every deep shot he delivered to her yearning womb.

He adjusted his grip on her ass, tilting her pelvis further until her back was arched off the bed. Yang jolted as he pulled out a little further, his dick grinding against her g-spot. Stars exploded across her vision as this happened again and again, her soft groans turning into keening cries. "Just there, just there," she thrashed, body moving with him. "Oh, uuuh, right there, Jaune – oh, fuck, you feel so good, babe. I love the way you're fucking me." 

Desire tightened in his balls as he lengthened his glide, groaning as he watched her tight lips drag along his wet shaft. Her juices were starting to froth up, churned fuck butter around the base of his girthy cock. When her fingers moved from her belly down to her clit, her tunnel spasmed wildly. The sight of her touching her little pearl while he pounded into her was almost too much.

"Oh shit, oh fuck," Yang's toes began clenching and releasing, her feet arching against the bed. "Oh baby, oh – you're gonna make me cum, baby, oh," she felt something hot unfurl low in her stomach, gushing through her. "Oh, I'm cumming~! Jaune, I'm cumming~!"

Jaune closed his eyes in bliss as she contracted powerfully, her already tight quim becoming a vice. It was a struggle to keep going, almost too much against his sensitive, overly hard cock, yet he plundered her orgasming pussy without restraint, muscles clenched as she sobbed and cried with abandon. Her body curled inwards, yet he chased her gushing snatch, gripping her shoulders and pounding her with strong, powerful shots until his balls signaled the end.

The urge to cum was overpowering.

Was she safe? It didn't matter – with a deep, soul wrenching groan, his cock spewed its thick, virile load into her womb. Sealing their hips together, Jaune jerked into her again and again with every flex of his cock, burying his seed as deep as it could go. Yang whined as his molten jizz sloshed into her in heaving gushes, filling her up.

"Oh," she gasped with every shot. "Oh~! Oh~! Oh~!"

Jaune buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her sweat. His member throbbed several more times, expelling the last of his cum. Yang felt delirious as his weight pressed down on her, her tits squashed between them. She felt shattered; he had broken her in the most wonderful way possible. She curled her legs around his hips and thighs, rubbing her feet against his rock hard calves. The light fuzz of hair on his legs felt amazing against her smooth, feverish skin.

As they lay panting together, doubts began to surface. Yang frowned at the ceiling, worrying her lip between her teeth. Now that the moment was over, or at least they were in a lull, certain thoughts invaded her mind, taking root no matter how ridiculous they were. Clearly, this wasn't Jaune's first time. Against all odds, the goofball from Beacon had been experienced at sex. Much more experienced than her.

It took a moment to formulate words.

"Was that okay?" she asked quietly, apprehensive.

Jaune pulled away from her neck, braced on his forearms. Blue eyes met lilac, his head tilting to the side in confusion.

"Okay?" he parroted with a laugh, a tinge of disbelief suffused in the tone. "Yang – that felt great. Really, really great."

Her eyes darted away in embarrassment. "R-Really?"

"Really," he confirmed, pecking her on the cheek. "You felt really good. Trust me. You made me cum really hard." She had also made him cum pretty fast, as well. Faster than usual.

"So that didn't bother you?" she asked. "I thought maybe I made it uncomfortable – stopping you like I did, at the beginning."

Jaune shook his head. "It hurt, right? Are you feeling okay? I know – I mean, I don't want to blow my own horn or anything but I guess I'm pretty big?"

Yang giggled. "You guess?"

Jaune shrugged hopelessly.

"It did hurt, at first," she said. "It was... it scared me, a little. Feeling pain, so deep inside," her fingers rose and brushed the sweaty hair away from his forehead, her nails lightly scratching his scalp. "But then it felt really good and I – well..."

"You?" he prodded when she trailed off.

Yang wanted to hide her face, for she felt the heat of a blush explode across her cheeks. Even her ears felt hot. "I guess after the fear passed, I sort of enjoyed it...? The pain, I mean."

Jaune made a face of understanding, mouth forming a perfect O.

"I didn't know that about myself," Yang continued. "I wonder what that says about me."

"Hey," he reprimanded softly. "Everyone is different. It doesn't mean you are weird or anything, Yang." He peered into her eyes gently. "I've never seen you so down on yourself – are you sure everything is fine?"

Yang opened her mouth and then closed it again, considering.

"Can I have a hug?"

Jaune blinked. They were already sort of embracing but, "Sure."

He rolled them to the side, arms circling around her heated body. Yang buried her head in his chest, curling around him tightly. A small moan left her lips as they jostled, his erection still buried in her tender pussy. She was still hypersensitive from her orgasm, still sore inside from being stretched and fucked so deeply, but it felt good. It felt good having him inside her, like they were one person.

"You're still hard," she said after a bit of silence.

"Sorry, it does that sometimes," Jaune gave her body a squeeze. "Just ignore it."

"What if I don't want to ignore it?"

She felt it flex within her. "Are you sure? Aren't you sore?"

Yang kissed his chest, her lips smacking as she suckled and nipped at him. "Didn't you hear what I just said? That I kinda like the pain?"

Jaune rolled them over until she was on top. Placing her hands on his strong, muscular chest, she sat up. Biting her lip, she gave her hips a roll. Pleasure soared across her body, her snatch tugged and pulling at his cock. This time she was in total control of the movement, his hands resting on her thighs, rubbing and squeezing her legs. His glans bunted against the entrance to her womb, insistent.

As Yang continued to rock and sway upon his rock hard shaft, Jaune admired the lines of her body. Her trim, fit waist and taut belly, and her cute belly button. The thin strip of blonde hair nestled above her stretched, pink little pussy. Her large, jiggling breasts that bobbed with every movement. They were beautiful, full and perky, her nipples small and hard. There was a natural sag to them, weighty, yet they remained high upon her chest. Jaune raised his hands and palmed them both, squeezing the lovely flesh.

Yang whimpered as he fondled her, toying with her sore nipples. "Fuck, Jaune – you really like my girls, huh?"

Her hips started moving faster, grinding the head of his cock deep. Tilting her pelvis backwards and forwards, sweet moans spilled from her lips as her folds throbbed around his girth. She couldn't get enough of the sting of her overused pussy combined with the exquisite pleasure of his large dick, scrapping and bumping her sensitive insides. When one of his hands quested down and rubbed her pounding clit, she almost bucked right off him.

"Uuuhhn," Yang grunted. Her rocking sped up, now pulling up off his cock slightly before clapping back down again. Shockwaves passed through her needy uterus, begging for his red hot cum.

"That's it, Yang," Jaune encouraged her, strumming her clitoris side to side. She was soaked from pussy to ass, her skin sticking to his every time she smacked against him, peeling away reluctantly every time she rose back up his rod. "Damn, you look so sexy, baby. Think you can cum again?"

Her long blonde hair bounced and shook as she rode his cock tirelessly. There was a part of him that wanted to seize her hips and thrust up into her, power fuck her into submission, but he clamped down on the desire, letting her build her own release. He could see how much she was enjoying it, her face an open book. She loved getting fucked – but she also loved to fuck him back.

The tangy, deep musk of sex blanketed the entire room as Yang's voice rose in pitch. She'd found the perfect angle, her hips stuttering as his curved cock rubbed her g-spot firmly before touching her womb. Jaune watched her pretty face scrunch up in beautiful agony, mouth falling open in bliss.

"Oh, oh – your cock feels so good," she cried, shaking. "I love the way your cock feels. So, so good, babe. Fuck, I never thought it could be this good."

She babbled and moaned, leaning more of her weight through her hands on his chest. Her hips rose higher and higher off his crotch, revealing more and more of his cum drenched shaft. Jaune groaned as she started fucking the whole length of him, the ridge of his cock head peeking out before she slammed all the way to the base. Every time she hilted herself, Yang made a choking sound down deep in her throat, her stomach muscles contracting.

"I'm – ughn – close, Jaune," she panted through moans. "I'm – uggn – gonna cum, baby. F-Fuck, I love it. I love your – hnng – cock so much~!"

Yang felt her insides tighten, that heat building underneath her navel. The tip of his dick was smacking against it, attempting to pierce it. She panted harshly, sweat dripping down her body, glistening between her heaving tits. One, two, three – on the forth deep shot to her womb, Yang arched her back, her cry echoing off the ceiling as she remained seated on his dick, her entrance a vice around his base.

"Shit, Yang," Jaune said as her pussy convulsed around him, contracting wildly. Her whole body was pulled taut, muscles tense as her moans caught in her throat. Only a long, drawn out whimper escaped her as she gushed all over his cock. Jaune felt his balls throb in excitement but he wasn't close to cumming, no matter how good it felt.

"Ahh~! Ahhnnn~!" Yang finally got out, sucking in deep breaths as she collapsed on his chest. Jaune embraced her sweaty body as she trembled. "Hnnng~! Hnnnhh-fffuuck."

He stroked her back and spine, kissing her shoulder as she continued to shatter. Her vagina felt like a furnace around him, attempting to draw out his semen. When her body finally stopped twitching, he pushed her back far enough so they could kiss. She returned it slowly, tiredly; her energy was entirely spent.

"I love you," she sobbed into his mouth, their tongues lapping together. The words tumbled from her lips without thought or reason. "I love you, I love you~!"

It wasn't until much later that she remembered just what she had said in the throes of passion.