Honkers 010

Jaune had a really weird girlfriend. Don’t get him wrong, Yang was super hot, a great fighter, an amazing older sister – and did he already

Jaune had a really weird girlfriend.

Don’t get him wrong, Yang was super hot, a great fighter, an amazing older sister – and did he already mention that she was super hot? Because she was. Damn, she was one of the sexiest girls around with a body that put professional models to shame, full and womanly but fit, with slender, hard muscle that spoke of countless hours honing her craft. She had wide hips and a delicious ass that begged to be eaten, and a pair of tits that were frankly out of this world. Her eyes were such a unique shade of purple that smoldered with sensuality, yet could so easily spark with anger and turn crimson in a heart beat. People liked to speak about how the eyes were the window to the soul, and Jaune believed it.

He could see everything in Yang’s eyes.

With her lush blonde hair that tumbled down her back in gentle waves, and that beautiful face that belonged on the front of magazines, she was what the kids these days would call peak. She was peak everything.

So he wasn’t sure why she picked him of all people.

At first, Jaune hadn’t known what to make of her crazy advances. He’d never experienced anything like this in his life, and what few attempts at romance in the past had ended in abject failure before the starting line. He’d heard of girls like Yang, of course. His sisters liked to talk, and they didn’t care if their baby brother was around to hear all the disgusting details that you never wanted to hear come from your siblings mouths. Some girls liked to be romanced and take it slow. Some girls liked to play hard to get.

And some girls knew exactly what they wanted, and went and took it.

Yang was one of those girls.

Jaune had been swept up in the raging tide of her passion, and he’d tried to fight it at first. This wasn’t how he thought his first relationship would go. He envisioned dates and first kisses after walking the girl home, and all those cliched tropes that might be old fashioned but he liked. Jaune was a big fan of wholesome, and whenever he’d envisioned these things in recent times, it had been Weiss standing in front of him, not Yang.

But… well, Yang was really convincing. It wasn’t that he suddenly didn’t like those things – but now he had an appreciation for a girl who was upfront and unapologetic about what she wanted. And that thing that she wanted was apparently him.

How he’d caught her eye, he didn’t know – but he was happy that he did. Sure, she was aggressive as hell one minute, and demure like a kitten the next. Her mood swings were unpredictable and wild, and yet her passion was so captivating, so alluring. She liked to go a little too fast for his tastes, but when things really got going, those tastes quickly changed. He was a guy – sue him! When a ridiculously hot, busty blonde girl decided she wanted to suck your cock, you let her suck your cock!

And damn, did she know how to suck a mean dick. It made him feel a little envious, knowing that she must have perfected her technique on someone before him. That didn’t matter, though, because she was with him now, and they’d been going steady for… how many weeks? Had it been a month yet?

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that long but it felt like a lifetime. With all the crazy things that had happened between them, could anyone blame him? He’d experienced so many new things with Yang, and she had taken him to the height of pleasure, and maybe he was getting a bit ahead of himself, he knew girls didn’t like it when guys got all emotional and stuff, but…

...he was pretty sure he was in love with her.

How couldn’t he be? Yang liked to choke herself on his cock, to the point of passing out. If that wasn’t a declaration of commitment, he didn’t know what was! She’d brought out a side of him that he didn’t know existed, and their encounters only reinforced that yeah, he loved her.

He wouldn’t do these sorts of things with just any girl.

And she must love him.

She asked him out, after all.

Maybe not in the traditional sense, but they were dating. His first girlfriend! Man, he couldn’t wait until he told his parents… though he’d have to leave out how they’d gotten together. It wasn’t very appropriate.

Hmm, now that he thought about it, it felt like all of their time together was spent getting physical. Not that Jaune was complaining! If she wanted to be intimate every time they met up, he wasn’t going to argue! But they should also do other things sometimes, right?

Well, they’d have plenty of time for that. Jaune just hoped that she didn’t get bored of him. He wasn’t experienced at these things, and she often got angry at him while they were together. She wanted him to cum faster, and grew desperate when he didn’t but Jaune couldn’t help that.

It happened when it happened, didn’t it? And truth be told, he enjoyed that it took time for him to finish. It meant he got to enjoy her that much longer! Of course he’d want that, right?

He just hoped she was pleased with him.

She must be. Though learning that she liked being spanked was… well, he’d always been taught to never hit a girl, but all the girls around him at Beacon could kick his ass, and he was expected to hit them. Professor Goodwitch would be cross if he didn’t try, they were all trying to become Huntresses, so it was part of the job. This type of hitting was different, though.

Jaune had to admit, he did like spanking her. There was something about watching such a confident girl like Yang getting punished that was a huge turn on. It was the same when she got angry about him not cumming faster, the frustration on her face and in her eyes, the desperation. Jaune never thought he’d be one of those guys, you know, a sadist or something – but she really unlocked something in him when she choked herself unconscious giving him a blowjob.

He’d been terrified that first time, and honestly, every time – but being scared didn’t stop him from being aroused beyond all measure.

Maybe they really were perfect for each other! Yang knew it before he did, but he was there now, so…

...though maybe this was taking it a little far?

It wasn’t the fact that they were outdoors. Sure, that was kinky on its own, but… well, they’d just killed a dangerous Grimm, and yeah, his blood was up, and so was hers – clearly – but this was the Emerald Forest, not their local park…

This was really dangerous.

But when she’d shown him that condom, all thoughts of trying to turn her down left him.

She wanted to have sex. They hadn’t gone this far before, and now here, of all places…

Jaune’s cock swelled rapidly until it was hard and aching, trapped by his jeans. Yang’s eyes dipped down and saw the growing bulge moving down his thigh, and her pupils dilated. Licking her lips, she pressed the metallic square below her bellybutton.

“You want to put that here, don’t you?” she accused. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

She was sin itself, and Jaune – he wanted to drown in it.

“What am I asking?” she suddenly tsked, rolling her eyes. “I know exactly what you’re waiting for. Fine, I’ll do it just because it’s you. Just don’t get a big head, alright?”

And without a care, she pulled down her top and exposed her bountiful breasts.

She hadn’t been wearing a bra.

Jaune’s eyes immediately locked on to her wide nipples, her salmon pink areola crinkled in arousal. The tips were rapidly stiffening, and the youthful sag pulling her tits apart only drove him wild. Palming her breasts, she gave them both a shake.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? These are your favorite,” it almost sounded like an accusation. “Well, here they are – but this isn’t enough, is it?”

She lowered herself down to her knees, looking up at him through her long lashes. Giving her tits a final juggle, she let them drop, and they bounced alluringly.

“Come on, then, big guy,” she said breathlessly, licking her lips. “I’ll get that needlessly impressive cock of yours ready for me.”

She beckoned him with her eyes, and Jaune obeyed. He stepped forward, reaching for his belt but she slapped his hands away, wanting to do it herself. Though her fingers were trembling, she made quick work of his buckle and removed his belt, tossing it aside before starting on the button and zipper.

The sound of his zipper lowering was somehow amplified, an instant relief on his trapped cock. Yang hurried pulled down his jeans until they were pooled around his ankles, leaving his erection still trapped within his boxer briefs. Leaning in, she nuzzled his tented cock, inhaling deeply, Jaune feeling her hot breath through the material.

“Fuck, this thing smells amazing,” she groaned, rubbing her nose on it. “Mm, seems like killing those Grimm helped you work up a bit of a sweat. Haaaah – as expected, you want me to clean it up first before you stick it inside me. Fuck, you’re such a bastard.”

Whenever she started talking like this, Jaune didn’t know how to answer her. She just went off on her own tangents, putting words in his mouth, but he didn’t hate it. She made him sound like such a domineering lover, as if he had her in total control, and he went with it. This is what she liked, right? Why wouldn’t he try match the fantasy she was weaving with her words?

Yang rubbed his covered cock all over her face, breathing deeply. Jaune shivered as the material pulled taut over his crown, stimulating his sensitive glans, and then without warning, she yanked his underwear down, his cock springing free eagerly and slapping her across the cheek.

“Look how lively this thing is,” she stared at his dick with stars in her eyes, and it made him throb powerfully. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip, instantly catching her attention. One hand encircled the base of his shaft, directing his cock across the bridge of her nose, smearing his discharge on her skin.

The scent of him, his manly musk, a mixture of sweat and his pre-cum had her insides coiled tight, writhing in anticipation. Her pussy was ridiculously wet already, and she could feel her arousal seeping through her panties, and through her shorts. Cupping her mound, she moaned as sparks of pleasure rocked through her pelvis, further igniting the firestorm in her womb.

He’d toyed with her body countless times, fingered her, ate her out, made her swallow his cock until she blacked out, but just the knowledge that he was going to be fucking her any moment… she’d never been this turned on in her entire life.

They hadn’t even done anything yet and it felt like she was going to tip over the edge. Just the air on her exposed nipples was making her tender insides pulse with want, and his scent was clogging her brain, making her clitoris pound with desire. She was so damn horny, and Yang was worried that just placing his length between her lips might set her off.

Her pussy was just so damn weak.

“Fuck, you’ve really tamed me, haven’t you?” she panted, running her lips across the velvety smooth skin of his shaft. She might have denied it once, even to herself, but she couldn’t any longer. She loved his shape, the way it curved upwards, and the way his veins knotted beneath the skin. She loved that fat, beefy ridge on the underside that ran from his balls to the underside of his head, like the keel of a boat. The thickness of his crown, the way it overlapped the already impressive width of his shaft – this cock was built with one purpose in mind.

To fuck women stupid and impregnate them without care.

That’s why she needed the condom. If he fucked her raw, there was no coming back. He would make her a teen mom, and she would love every second of it. Every second of this big dicked bastard ruining her career, ruining her life.

She was such a fucking goner.

Jaune felt his balls tighten as she began worshipping his cock with her lips, rubbing them up and down his shaft, across the underside of his glans, and then the tip, wetting them with his pre-cum. Those lilac eyes never left his own, and Jaune drowned in them as her mouth opened, and his cock entered the wet warmth of Yang’s mouth.

Yang relished his moan as she swallowed him, releasing a groan of her own as his salty taste registered. Lips stretched, she lowered herself halfway down his length before retreating, slurping aggressively, her tongue curling.

This is what he wanted. This is what he always wanted. Her on her knees, servicing him, preparing him. She moaned again, the vibrations passing through his cock, and then with a cheeky pop, she released him.

“Mm, you taste even stronger than usual,” she commented, licking her lips before darting in again. Wrapping her lips around his glans, she lashed the tip with her tongue, swirling it around rapidly before sinking deep. Bobbing her head up and down, her cheeks caved in as she sucked hard.

“Oh, that’s it, Yang,” Jaune grunted, cock flexing in her mouth and dragging across the roof of her mouth. The rough texture only made the pleasure greater. “Oh, yeah – keep going, baby. That feels so good.”

Yang hated that his words of encouragement made her pussy weep even more. As if she was some needy cock starved slut. This is what he’d reduced her to.

One hand wrapped around the base, her other hand rubbing at her clothed pussy, Yang began blowing him in earnest, putting all the skills she’d learned so far to use. Her eyes rolled as her insides cramped, her hand quickly driving her weak willed pussy close to orgasm, and she was forced to stop and back off before humiliating herself for the umpteenth time.

“Thllrrrp~! Mwaaah~! F-Fuck, you have no idea what you’ve reduced me to, you asshole,” she whined, licking around his cock like a lollipop. “C-Can’t you give a girl a break, just this once?”

Jaune had no idea what she was talking about, but he didn’t care. Her tongue lapped at his frenulum, and he shivered, his balls trembling at the sharp pleasure. Working her way up to the tip, she rapidly lashed it, side to side, her face slack with lust. Her cheeks burned a bright crimson, her lilac eyes hazy with lust, and saliva spilled from her mouth as she attacked him with her tongue.

There was no better sight than seeing the confident, sexy Yang Xiao Long reduced to a complete cock fiend, desperate to milk him of his cum.

She bathed him in her saliva, tongue moving side to side. Soft, pouty lips kissed his glans, Yang making out with his cock. Yang’s mouth always felt good, wet and hot and needy, but her confidence had grown, and now she attacked him with gusto, finally at peace.

Yang just loved sucking cock.

No, not just any cock. Yang loved sucking Jaune’s cock.

Her lips mapped every inch of him, swallowing the head and taking him deep. The way it curved, the bulging veins, the thick root on the underside, the taste of his pre-cum, the way it throbbed when she tightened her lips, trying to wring him out. She loved all of it. He had such a massive cock, and it had tamed her mouth completely.

Jaune groaned as the tip of his dick threatened her throat, Yang moving faster, bobbing her head frantically. Threading his fingers through her lush hair, he forced her lips down until they spasmed around the base of his shaft, panting as he breached her throat completely. Tight and hot, she swallowed around him, throat contracting, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as he choked her on his length.

Her pussy pulsed in delight, drenching her panties and shorts. She couldn’t help it, she was too far gone, and even without her hand touching herself, she came, her insides writhing in pleasure as her orgasm crested and washed through her like a hot wave, her entire body tingling.

Her moans of rapture were clogged in her throat by his cock, and Jaune hissed as her head rocked around, grinding him deep down her throat before he finally released her, and she slurped up off his dick with a hacking cough.

Yang sagged, boneless, her thighs trembling as her core continued to throb. Face a complete mess, she gazed up at Jaune in adoration, her eyes glassy and leaking tears across her cheeks, saliva slipping from her mouth and across her chin.

She looked like a ruined woman, and it only turned Jaune on more.

Every time they were together, she unlocked something inside him, something he never knew was there. An awakening, a discovery – he never would have found it himself. He needed someone to show him the way, to revel in her own degenerate nature to nurture his own. He’d once dreamed of loving, emotional sex, and that desire was still alive and well. But now he also dreamed of pulling hair, spanking asses, and making his lover sob in rapture as he fucked her with every ounce of strength he possessed.

He wanted to fuck her, and he could wait no longer.

“Can you stand?” he asked.

Yang attempted to but her legs felt so weak. Jaune’s cock continued to throb and flex in the cool air, and Yang stared at it, mesmerized by the way it was flushed brightly, weeping pearly, sticky tears, a long strand of pre-ejaculate dangling from the end. Jaune knelt and helped her up, and she groaned, leaning against him, his cock trapped against her belly.

Fuck, it was so hot. It felt like it was burning through her skin, aligned directly over her womb. Every time it jerked and flexed against her, she felt her uterus respond, as if acknowledging its desire to dominate her. It wanted to breed – but Yang maintained some semblance of responsibility, and fumbling fingers found the metallic square.

“Y-You have to put this on,” she said – though it sounded as if she were begging, her voice raw, probably from his fat dick rearranging her vocal cords. “You can’t get me pregnant.”

“Okay, put it on for me.”

Yang hastily tore open the packet before her mind froze.

She’d never put one of these on before.

It wasn’t her fault! She wasn’t some slutty bitch that went around, jumping on every cock that wanted a piece of her ass. Things had never come close to getting this far before, and now that she was here, her mind was drawing a blank.

The little ring of latex looked so innocent, yet it scared the hell out of her. If she got this wrong, she would never live it down. How many times had she been humiliated already? And yet somehow, this would be the worst.

“Yang?”

“S-Shut up,” she tried to recall sex education, and managed, barely.

She remembered that you were meant to pinch the tip or something, right? And then you placed it on the end like a little hat and rolled it down. She positioned it on the end of his fat cock, trembling as she kept the end pinched and began rolling the clear latex down over his glans. At once, Yang noticed that it was tight; really, really tight. For a moment, she was worried it wouldn’t fit but she kept rolling it down, and while snug, it appeared to be the right size – somewhat.

She knew it was meant to reach down to the base, but when the condom ran out of length, she realized that it had only managed to go down about three quarters of the way. There were still a good few inches left, and for some reason, just the sight of the condom failing to reach the bottom made her inner walls clench.

Oh my god, he was going to destroy her.

Yang panted, staring at his cock. He was going to completely mess her up for life. Was she really ready for this? After this, she would never be the same again. She would become a woman, but not just any woman – his woman.

His woman for life.

Because there was no way she would ever be satisfied with anyone else.

She was about to be claimed.

Jaune squirmed as she continued to leer at his cock, as if transfixed. The condom was a new feeling, never having had one on before. It was a little tight, almost choking the blood flow and making him harder, but he knew they should be safe.

As much as he wanted to fuck her raw, they were still young. They’d let their libidos carry them this far, Yang hauling him into a brand new world, but this train needed some semblance of brakes.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning in and kissing her nose, her cheek, nuzzling his chin against hers. Yang blinked at him, confused. “Fuck, Yang – I want you so badly. Damn, turn around, face the tree.”

He was going to fuck her from behind. Like she was a dog. His little bitch.

A flare of indignation roared to life inside her, a remnant of her old defiance but it quickly fizzled out, replaced by the roaring blaze of her lust. Turning around, she faced the tree and then shivered as his hands settled on her hips.

“Let me remove these for you.”

Yang bit her lip as Jaune’s fingers squeezed her hips before peeling her black shorts down. She shivered, gasping as the material pooled around her ankles and he palmed her panty-clad butt. Giving her cheek a firm squeeze, he then started on her panties.

The sodden crotch pulled away from her swollen, humid vulva, revealing her flushed slit. Yang caught a whiff of her own arousal, deep and musky, and groaned. A long string of her essence stretched between her ruined panties and her pussy, only breaking when Jaune pushed them down her thighs to join her shorts.

“Want me to spank you again?”

He was toying with her again but what else was new? She had utterly lost to him, and he was in total control. There was no point in fighting against it, not any more. Her ego and pride were in tatters, and it only made her core burn more fiercely, having been tamed like some unruly beast.

She didn’t answer with words, thrusting her ass out as she bent at the waist. Jaune understood at once, and with a firm swat, slapped her pale cheeks hard enough for them to ripple. Yang yelped, her insides contracting violently as her poor rump stung from the blow, and yet she shook her ass, asking for more.

“God, you’re so sexy, Yang, if anyone else saw you like this…” he spanked her again, on the same cheek, and she mewled, panting through clenched teeth. Jaune watched as her beautiful pale skin turned red, irritated by the slaps, and spanked her again, harder this time. Her hips rocked, her pussy spasming in delight.

“Ahn~!”

“That’s it, show me you like it,” he punished her by slapping the same cheek, over and over, grasping a handful of her plump flesh and squeezing viscously. Thick streams of her arousal leaked down her inner thighs, a flood of desire. “Does that feel good?”

“Yee—eeesss~!” she hissed as he slapped her ass again, the sound echoing through the forest. “Ja—une – you fuc-cking bastard, spank me again~!”

This time he spanked her other cheek for the first time, and she jumped, grunting at the unexpected hit. After a few more strikes, it bloomed red and sore, and when he ran his palms over both cheeks, she trembled, instinctively shying away.

“Ah~! It stings~!” she whined.

“How about I kiss it better?”

Before she could answer, Jaune knelt, his cock hard as steel as his eyes settled on her delectable tush. Leaning forward, his lips ghosted over her abused flesh, his tongue lashing out, and Yang sobbed.

“W-What are you doing?”

“I’m kissing it better, I hurt you, didn’t I?” he licked her irritated skin before pursing his lips and giving it a suck, softly biting her stinging skin. Yang’s gasp caught in her throat, and when he peeled her cheeks apart, nudging her back forward so she was bending more aggressively…!

“Oh god~!” she moaned loudly, feeling his hot breath gust over her sensitive pussy before his mouth settled against her plump, swollen lips and he began eating her out from behind. “Ahh – oonngg, fuck, hnggg~!”

Her taste flooded his mouth as he tongued her slit, musky and rich, her syrupy juices coating his mouth. Jaune felt his cock flex and throb, his lungs filled with her scent, the scent of a woman begging to be fucked. Sucking on her swollen lips, he licked down and stimulated her clit, Yang’s hips buckling.

“Nnngggg—god, right there,” Yang’s voice sung sweetly, pleasure pounding through her lower body as he licked around her clitoris. “Oh fuck, Jaune~! Nnnngggggg—ohhh god, keep licking me~! Eat my weak little pussy~♡”

Jaune groaned into her sodden slit as her hips began rocking up and down, grinding her ass across his face. Sucking on her leaking entrance, he penetrated her with his tongue, licking inside her as deep as he could before pulling out, and sealing his slick lips over her clit. Yang made a strangled sound in her throat – half moan, half scream – and when he flicked her sensitive bean, giving it a sturdy suck, she came undone.

The heat in her belly roiled and pulsed, the pressure building and threatening to snap. When he trapped her clit and sucked on it, Yang’s vision went white, the pleasure spiking up her spine too great. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed upon her, a deep, pulsing rapture that vented from her clutching quim in a stream of girl cum. Jaune groaned happily as she squirted across his face, drenching his jaw and neck in her syrupy discharge.

He continued to eat her out, refusing to let her orgasm end until she became too unstable, her trembling legs unable to hold her up. If not for the clawlike hold he had on her poor, tender cheeks, she’d have ended up in the dirt.

For a moment, Yang didn’t know where she was, panting desperately for air. Her entire body felt like an exposed nerve, and when Jaune stood up behind her, she almost collapsed. Jaune quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her standing, his hard, throbbing cock slotting neatly between her sticky thighs.

He was going to kill her. He was going to fuck her brains out until she died. Yang clawed at the tree, pulling her upper body up.

“W-Wait,” she tried, but he shifted his hips, his long, fat dick sliding over her tingling vulva, and her words caught.

Reaching down with his free hand, Jaune lined his cock up with her entrance, finding the tight, puckered hole. It felt amazing against the tip of his dick, even though it was covered in a condom, and when he pressed forward and up, he sighed as her sodden cunt yielded easily.

Yang felt time stop, a second stretching into eternity. His wide crown parted her folds easily, her two orgasms having made her pussy soft and pliable, and with a thrust that seemed to take an age, he slid into her as if he was born to be there.

There was a pinch of pain, her body stretching in a way it had never experienced before, her insides spreading as his fat cock burrowed into her. The pain was quickly blasted away by pleasure, her cunt rippling in joy as her virginity was claimed, her vagina taking its very first cock. He slid in, inch by inch, until her tunnel narrowed dangerously, and Yang groaned in discomfort.

Jaune paused, half his shaft engulfed in liquid fire.

“Yang?”

“Haaaa—aaaahn~! Haaaaaa—aaaaahhh~! Nnnn—so deep~!” she sobbed, every struggling breath making her pussy clench down harder around his invading shaft. Even with the condom on, he could feel her blistering heat, though he knew it would feel even better raw, having her flesh touching his directly. “F-Fuuuuuck, no more, it’s too – muuuuch~♡!”

She was going to break apart! His cock was too big, her insides straining as he rocked gently into her, pushing a little deeper. There was no way she could fit him, she was going to split and it would be agony, and yet somehow, some way, her body withstood it, stretching widely as he burrowed into her.

The pain of her deflowering was but an echo. This pain was deeper, her narrow tunnel being pried open. It mixed with the pleasure in a heady, potent cocktail. Her nails raked against the bark of the tree, Yang instinctively thrusting her ass back against him despite the ache, groaning deep in her throat.

“Fuck, Yang – stop squeezing so hard,” Jaune chided her, pulling out slightly, relieving the pressure he was putting on her poor snatch before pressing forward harder, thrusting and penetrating deeper. Yang seethed between clenched teeth, her eyes watering.

Her vision blurred but it wasn’t just the tears. At some point, she’d stopped breathing, and when she realized she was about to pass out, she gasped desperately, panting as she filled her burning lungs.

“That’s it, Yang – just breathe,” he coaxed, hands massaging her hips gently. Her back was a map of rock hard muscle, bulging beneath her pale skin, and he felt compelled to touch it, stroking her skin and soothing her discomfort. “That’s it. We’ll take it slowly, Yang. Just breathe, calm down.”

How could she fucking calm down? His cock was tearing her pussy apart!

Every gasping breath made her insides tense around him, throbbing and tightening like a vice. Her tits felt heavy, weighing her down, heaving. Jaune remained as still as possible, continuing to caress her back with gentle fingers, stroking her narrow waist, squeezing the curve of her lush butt, a finger trailing down the spokes of her spine. Yang trembled, leaning forward slightly, groaning as her tight cunt stretched, unwilling to release him, before with a sudden shove, she grit her teeth and plunged backwards with all her might.

Jaune grunted in surprise as she sheathed him to the hilt in a sudden, violent lunge, his thighs clapping against her ass as she howled like a wounded animal. Yang’s eyes rolled madly, her tummy blooming with hurt as she impaled herself on his ridiculous cock, the air forcefully ejected from her lungs.

She did it! She fucking did it!

It hurt – but it hurt so good. Yang couldn’t describe it. It was painful but also bliss, a stinging, burning ache that pulsed in her deepest spot, his covered glans settled against her cervix aggressively. The tears spilled over, running down her cheeks and she sobbed, one hand falling to cup her tummy where he speared her deepest.

She could feel him through her skin, a large bulge that pressured her womb, just below her bellybutton. Yang whimpered as she pressed on it, delirious, and though it was hurting her, she could feel her body humming with desire, her insides writhing in pleasure.

Yang embraced the contradictions. If he was going to fuck her with that fat dick, then she was going to give as good as she got, damn it!

She was going to make Jaune feel good, just as he’d made her feel so fucking good every time they were together.

Her pussy was his – but that meant his cock belonged to her, and only her.

Her lips trembled, a silent cry falling from her mouth as she shifted her hips forward, dragging his burly cock from deep within her depths, feeling every inch of his member. When only his wide crown remained seated within, she pushed back, a slow, even glide, moaning as she took him to the base once more.

Yang flinched as her insides contracted, these new sensations almost overwhelming her, but she refused to give in. She needed to please him, to pleasure his cock and make him spurt, and so with a sexy little mewl, she pulled forward, and then back, forward, back, fucking herself on his long, thick tool. She was careful, moving at a manageable pace, sparks of ecstasy clouding her mind but not overriding her instinct, knowing if she threw it back too hard, too soon, she would come completely undone.

Jaune sighed as Yang worked herself back and forward along his shaft, her entrance stretching lewdly, leaving a wet, sticky trail in its wake. Her entrance almost turned inside out as she slid up towards the head, her pretty pink flesh exposed, the seal of her pussy plump and swollen, before she would slide back down with an emotional cry of beautiful agony. Her back flexed and tensed with each movement, and Jaune was particularly mesmerized by the way she sunk down further than the condom, gripping the exposed portion of his shaft and leaving a very defined, wet ring at the lowest point.

“Gawd, it feels so good,” she cried sweetly. “This f-fat fucking dick, ngg~! Hollowing me out~! Ahh – aahhn~! M-Making me take on your shape~♡~!”

It was so fucking hot, Jaune had to stop himself from thrusting forward and taking her in brutal fashion, instead keeping his hands busy by massaging her body. He found that Yang’s hips must have been quite sensitive, her insides coiling whenever he squeezed them. When he rubbed the irritated, tender skin of her buttocks where he had spanked her, her waist would bend, back hunching slightly, creating a different angle that made her voice crack, a higher pitch that reminded him of Ruby. Though he couldn’t see her breasts completely, he saw the sides of them as they swayed back and forward, hanging down, heavy, stretched, and leaning forward slightly, he cupped one of them, squeezing.

“Hnnnnnggggg~!” Yang grunted, pausing briefly, face crumpling in ecstasy as he palmed her tit. She resumed moving, a little faster, though still smooth, gliding back and forth, the discomfort coaxed away by rapture, her uterus burning with desire.

She was going to cum – because of course she was. Even though it took every ounce of concentration and control to not scream, even though her poor insides were sore, raw, the pleasure was undeniable.

“Fuuuuuck,” she whined, her hips rolling slightly as she took him all the way, grinding his tip across her cervix. “Haaaaaah~! Ahhhhn~! You’re big fucking diiick is going to make me cuuuuuuum~♡~!”

When his fingers found her nipple and rolled it, pinching it so it stung, that was it. Yang’s legs tensed, her boots digging into the soft soil as her body attempted to straighten out, his magnificent, curved cock docking with her womb one last time before she shattered.

Jaune embraced her from behind as he felt her pussy contract, cradling her sweaty back to his chest as she wailed to the heavens, her pussy clenching so hard that he felt like she would crush his cock. Jaune groaned into her hair, ass tensing as he thrust forward, ensuring the deepest penetration possible as she unraveled in his arms, shaking and moaning and howling and whimpering, her pussy pulsing wildly as it milked him in a furious attempt at coaxing out his seed.

It was the greatest thing he had ever felt, Yang’s body rippling and sucking at his length with a biological craving that went beyond any emotions or feelings, a pure, unvarnished desire to be bred, wringing him from root to tip.

Yang felt as if she were drowning, lost in a sea of lust and ecstasy, her belly quaking as heat rushed through her lower body, paralysing her. Again and again, and again, her pussy clenched and throbbed, Yang thrashing as the biggest orgasm of her life obliterated her sense of self.

She was just a wet, warm hole, trying to feed on Jaune’s seed. In this moment, she was nothing but her hungry, famished pussy.

They stood together, Jaune holding them up as she continued to milk his length, and while he felt reasonably close, he wasn’t ready to cum just yet. But he wasn’t sure if Yang could go another round, as much as he wished to.

“Yang?” he asked softly.

“Nnngg.”

Nuzzling the back of her neck, he kissed her nape. “Are you okay?”

“Nnn.”

She was completely out of it, her head rolling around. Keeping his arms secure around her body, Jaune started to withdraw from her weakly pulsing pussy, only for Yang to whimper and reach back with a hand, gripping his hip.

“W-Wait,” she slurred. “D-Did you cum?”

Jaune placed another kiss on her neck. “I didn’t. Don’t worry about—,” but he cut himself off as without warning, she thrust her hips back, grinding her ass on his pelvis, Yang hissing as she forced him back in as deep as possible.

“Yang?”

“D-Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she blabbered, sounding on the verge of a breakdown. “Y-You better fucking cum, you bastard – we aren’t stopping until you do!”

He still hadn’t cum – but that was expected, Yang was wise to his bullshit! Just because she was on the verge of collapse, did he really think she was going to give in?

Yang whimpered as she began rolling at the waist, her post-orgasmic sensitivity making her clamp her jaw tight. He was still rock hard, a steel bar within her exhausted pussy but she was going to make him cum if it was the last thing she did.

Her pathetic sounds of exertion made his balls tighten deliciously, and Jaune palmed one of her heavy tits, squeezing it as he rocked into her. Yang gasped, head tossed back in bliss as he began to thrust into her, shallow, quick jabs that made her tummy spasm in delight.

“Yesss~! F-Fuck me until you cum~!” Yang begged, brow furrowed as he angled his hips and struck a different spot, her vision flashing as a sharp spike of pleasure rocketed up her spine. He’d found a really sensitive spot, just next to her cervix, and her clitoris throbbed madly as he targeted it, their bodies glued together.

Their skin was plastered together by sweat and arousal, her quim leaking all over his balls. Jaune moved faster, kissing her shoulder and neck, biting down as she sung a sweet song of euphoria, her pussy twitching around him erratically.

Yang would have been angry at how well he knew her body, figuring out her weak spot in an instant, but that was no longer the case. Now she egged him on, that hand on his hip curling, her nails pinching him as she sobbed.

“R-Right there~! Fuck me ri—ght there~♡~!”

That molten knot of pressure was rapidly building again, her body growing taut as his cock pounded against it relentlessly. With a sobbed, “I’m cuuu—uuum agaaaain~!,” her tight little pussy pulsed in orgasm around his cock.

Jaune moaned into her sweaty nape as she started milking him again and he chased his end, hips snapping against her without pause. Yang wailed as he fucked her through her orgasm, keeping her flying high as he sought his end. Four, five, six, seven thrusts, Jaune grinding his glans deep before with one final push, he pulled out as far as he dared before clapping back into her with a brutal, fleshy slap.

Yang choked, her insides clenching tightly, and she felt his iron bar of a cock flex mightily. She cooed as she felt something begin expanding inside her, and it took her lust addled brain several seconds to realize it was the condom.

Jaune rolled his hips against her ass as he ejaculated with force, several heavy, thick gushes erupting from the tip of his dick and flooding the condom, the end ballooning. Again and again, his balls cramped, packing the condom full, an excessive amount of cum that would be a danger to any girl if it were deposited in their womb.

When his cock finally stopped firing, Jaune panted as his body sagged in post-orgasmic bliss, withdrawing his hips, removing his cock from her molten embrace. Though it had felt good, there was something unsatisfying about it, as if he had been denied something.

Yang felt the same way.

She whined as he pulled out of her, her entrance spreading as something thick was tugged out of her. Stumbling forward, she stayed upright by hugging the tree, the bark irritating against her sweaty tits before she turned.

The end of the condom drooped dramatically, filled to the brim with his load. Yang stared at it uncomprehendingly. His body was sweaty and flushed, his attractive muscles taut, his eyes dark, but she couldn’t take her eyes off his dick.

More specifically, the bloated condom.

If he’d fired all of that inside her…

Her womb ached in loss.

There was no way it wouldn’t have felt better than anything she’d ever experienced.