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Summer Rose stood by the stove, gently fiddling with the little dials. She turned up the heat smoothly and shifted the pan on top with one elegant hand, more or less sweeping it across the smooth-polished iron. The pan sizzled, and the food inside began to warm. She watched it keenly, a touch carefully, but she knew what she was doing so well that it was more or less second nature to her.

She had cooked many times, of course. Cooking was an easy thing for her. She’d been cooking back when she was a mere student at Beacon; she’d been cooking for her team just as much as she had her family, later on in life. She was still cooking, though everyone had grown up to a point where it wasn’t necessary for their mother to do such things. She rather simply enjoyed it, because it was a calming, methodical routine.

The food began to collect colour. That was good. Summer was very methodical in her cooking, which was what made her such an excellent cook - at least, so the people who had tried it told her. She knew how to get food to that cusp before it was overcooked, where it was golden-brown all around and at a risk of burning if it remained even a moment longer. She knew that right moment from the sound of the sizzle and the smell that hit her nose; she was familiar.

The light coming in from the cute little window washed her over while she cooked. It illuminated hair that was dark enough in the shadows to be black, yet bright enough in the sun to be a deep red. Her clothing was simple at such an early hour: a button-up, flannel shirt she’d gone to sleep in, and then a pair of simple sleeping shorts. It was just about baggy enough to hide her vaguely motherly figure, yet still revealing in ways that some might consider tantalizing.

Summer did not mind, though. In some ways, she kept up appearances. In others, she did not. There was no pressure for her to do anything other than relax in the situation she had crafted for herself, and to live the life she’d chosen to lead. The war - such that it could be called - was, in many respects, over. The fighting was, in many ways, done. There was not much to do but sit back and rest on her laurels, really.

But, instead, she stood in her kitchen and cooked. The hour was not early, yet neither was it late. Normal people would by up by then, but there was no pressing need for anyone to be awake. Summer cooked for the eventuality that people would wake up, and it was entirely possible by then it would be brunch - or maybe it would not be. She didn’t have to plan ahead; she just spent her time how she wished.

She had fought hard for that time, after all. She’d lost weight fighting for that future, really. Time, tears, pain, loss - currency that most people would never have to spend. She had spent it. She’d been frugal on some occasions. On others, she’d been careless. It had all worked out in the end, but that end was something that few people could judge. It had been difficult, and hopefully, it had all been worth it.

Summer hummed as she cooked. It was a soft, sweet tune, almost cute. She sang for no reason in particular, other than that she could. The breeze trickling in from the nearby window almost inspired her, in a way; the fresh scent of spring, combined with the smell of food, was an alluring combination. Something about it made Summer feel almost free. She really rather enjoyed that, in a lot of ways. Too much time before had been spent in fear every single day, where her death seemed so certain. Now… 

Well, she was free, or so she liked to suppose.

Summer heard the approaching footsteps well before she saw - or heard - anything more. She almost knew who it was before anything was said. There was, after all, about a sample size of two people it could possibly be. Since she knew her daughter was already out in the garage working on her gear, that left only one option. Yet, Summer did not turn, and she did not comment. She almost nervously bit on her lower lip, as if she could ignore it.

She did not know why she imagined she could do that.

“You know,” drawled the voice of Yang Xiao Long, “I’m really getting used to the sight of you like this. It’s actually really cute.”

Summer offered a slow, low snort of amusement, and otherwise tried to ignore the tremor that ran through her. “You’ve seen me in the kitchen forever, Yang. Really, don’t be silly.”

“That’s not me being silly,” hummed Yang. Her voice was still a bit thick with sleep, but that only lent it a nice, raspy sort of quality. “I’m being honest. You look good like that.”

Summer rolled her eyes. She did not look over her shoulder and she did not acknowledge Yang yet; instead, she focused on her cooking. “Are you saying I look good in the kitchen, hmmm…?”

Her teasing remark made Yang sputter. It was a quick puff of incredulous air, something like a snort, and then a little shaky inhale. “W-wait, no. That’s obviously not what I meant - I’m just saying you’re cute, damnit.”

Summer laughed. She brought the pan up, tilted it, and emptied out the latest batch of food onto the nearby plate - a hearty smattering of food for everyone to share and enjoy. Once she was done, she turned herself around and looked, finally, at Yang. She did it slowly, as if that would somehow tame her racing heart. It did not, but she did her best to push it down and otherwise play it off.

She smiled at Yang, who leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen. She was dressed in sleepwear of her own: loose pants that rode dangerously low on her hips and a top that had ridden up in her sleep, showing off much of her stomach and the entirety of her arms. One of the straps had slipped down her bicep, and given that Yang would never sleep with a bra, it showed off more than enough of her impressive bust to be considered lewd.

Yang, though, was hot. Much more so than any twenty-year-old was meant to be, as far as Summer could tell. Her breastline was huge, her tits almost too large for her size - but like mother, like daughter, Yang Xiao Long was just as stacked as the woman that had given birth to her. The rest of her, though, was all sharp, leaned muscle, incredibly defined in many spots, wonderfully taut in all the others.

Her arms were not too large, but they were built in a muscular, boxer sort of way - the body of a fighter, and someone that trained for those fights. Her figure was lean and tall, despite being stacked and curvy. Her curves, really, did nothing to detract from the power of her body, the way she looked so chiseled and taut. Even from where her shirt rode up, Summer could see the line of those delicious abs, so hard and packed against her warm skin that they stood out starkly.

And she did stare. Yang might have technically been her step-daughter and she might have half-raised her, but Summer couldn’t help but stare. Though she could only see Yang’s abs from just below the navel, it was all feminine hardness, a mixture of smooth skin and rough definition that made her want to bite on her lip. It led to a neat V shape that then ran right under the girl’s waistband, there to terminate eventually in the shape of a lump - or a bulge. 

“See something you like?” Yang teased rather abruptly.

Gently, Summer flushed. She brushed hair behind her ear and cleared her throat, seemingly nonchalant. “I see someone that slept in too late.”

Yang laughed. “It’s like. What, ten-thirty? Eleven? There’s no reason to be up!”

“Tell that to your sister,” Summer said with a gentle little laugh. “She’s been up since… oh, eight? Probably earlier.”

“That’s because my sister is crazy,” Yang huffed. She crossed her arms under her bustline, making her biceps flex. There was a gentle amount of scarring there from her many hard fights, and it was a rather enjoyable thing to see. 

“I think you just like to sleep in,” Summer teased. It felt natural to do so; there was a faint edge to her words that went beyond any sort of step mother bonding. 

“It’s called beauty sleep for a reason,” Yang hummed. “I gotta sleep for all this beauty. ”

Summer giggled. She leaned against the kitchen counter just as much as Yang leaned against the doorframe, almost matching her. “So… what you’re saying… is that women who don’t sleep in aren’t beautiful?”

Yang pointed with one finger. “If you said that, I’d call you a liar.” She then frowned. “Or I mean, if I said that, I’d be a - okay, whatever.” 

Summer smiled. “Goodness. Flustered already?”

Yang shrugged with those powerful shoulders. “The only reason I’d be flustered is because you’re so beautiful.”

Summer offered a snort, then an incredulous little chuckle. “That’s so cheesy.”

Yang winked and grinned. “You like it, though.”

Summer did, in fact, like it. Though cheesy and goofy more than it was charming, it still hit the right sort of notes. It was genuine, and it was delivered with unfaltering honesty - a charisma all on her own. It reminded her of the late Taiyang in every way, and that was a strange thing. It was warming. It made her feel a bit light. 

Any guilt she might have felt overhearing such things from Yang was more or less gone, really. Maybe once, she’d been guilty and shy about hearing those kinds of words, but no longer. She’d heard them too many times, engaged with Yang on too many occasions, to really be nervous about it. If nothing else, it just made her flush a little bit because they were at home, but otherwise, it filled her with a sense of elation.

“It’s too early for that sort of talk,” she said in turn. She made a gesture, then also made as if to turn back to the rest of the kitchen. “Now, why don’t you help me sort this all out, hm?”

Yang padded forward. Her steps were heavy, but when she wanted them to be, she could become a lot less quiet. She moved up behind Summer with a smooth, easy sweep. Her hands pressed down against the curve of Summer’s wide, ample hips - childbearing hips by every definition - and cupped smoothly. The girl leaned in from there, using every inch of her five-ten height to the fullest.

“I love it when you wear one of my shirts,” Yang hummed under her breath. “It’s a great way to wake up.”

She nuzzled into the back of Summer’s head and cupped her waist just right. Summer found herself shivering in Yang’s grasp, a sense of elation filling her chest. It was, in a lot of ways, a bit guilty for her to find solace in Yang’s arms, but she did. Honestly, the idea of ‘falling for Taiyang and Raven’s kid’ had never actually been part of her metaphorical bingo card when she’d been fighting as one of Ozpin’s operatives, but that was, somehow, just how things turned out.

It had all been so hazy, really. Summer had been wounded in one of her fights against the Immortal Witch’s Grimm, and Yang had been taking care of her - Yang, who looked and acted so much like Taiyang, her first love, who had sacrificed himself for her so long ago it was like a distant memory. Maybe, Summer had acted out in a way she shouldn’t have, and maybe, she’d initiated a bit too far, but things had escalated in ways that were both guilt-ridden and wonderful.

“Y-Yang,” Summer huffed out shyly, “Not here, not in the house… ”

“Why not?” Yang nuzzled into the back of her head just to breathe in the scent of her shampoo and cupped her hips just to feel the curve of her hips. “You’re just so pretty, Summer.”

Summer had long since gone past the point where she felt shy about a younger girl hitting on her like that. She’d also more or less come to terms with the fact that it was her ‘stepdaughter’ - unrelated by blood, but someone she’d half-raised. Granted, with the passing of Tai, his first girlfriend had more or less raised Yang half the time as well, but still - she was not some stranger.

“R-Ruby might walk in,” she huffed, and that much was true enough - she didn’t want to let anyone know about their relationship. She might have gotten over the general strangeness of it, but no one knew about it. No one actually knew that Yang had been dating, or sleeping, with Summer, and that was how she wanted to keep it.

“You said she’s in the garage,” Yang pointed out with a chuckle.

Summer clicked her tongue. Darn it!

“I-I did,” Summer said in a quiver. She really tried not to bite down on her lower lip over. The squeezing of her hips, the way Yang touched her, felt so nice, so firm; it made her spine tingle. The stroking of her hips sent a strange fire into her belly, as if she was longing for someone to just grab those hips and go at her so hard that she wasn’t walking away with a nine-month-commitment - 

“B-but still!” Summer said petulantly. “We agreed not, uhm, not when anyone’s home…”

Yang chuckled. “Then you probably shouldn’t be walking around in my shirt?”

Summer flushed red. “It’s warm.”

Yang laughed again. “I know.”

She kissed the back of Summer’s head, then pulled away. It was sudden and brusque because that was just how she was. She pulled aside and started to pull on the plates and the food, tucking it aside and starting to prepare it. She moved it so smoothly, so easily, that it was like she’d always been there. Summer was oftentimes impressed by it. Mostly, though, she was just mesmerized by the way that Yang’s arms flexed and contorted with muscular intent.

“So,” Yang spoke up after a moment, “I had an idea.”

Summer looked at her gently. “That’s worrisome.”

Yang blinked. “What, that I had an idea?!”

Summer laughed. “What is it?”

Yang huffed and pouted. “...I was thinking about going out, later.”

Summer looked at her askance. “Uhm… Alright? Going out?”

Yang shook her head. “I mean -”

At that moment, the doorbell buzzed. It was a strange thing, and an entirely cursory thing. The doorbell rung, and immediately after, the door opened - a customary sort of greeting that everyone in that little Patch home knew well. Doorbell to alert; open door because the person at the door owned a key. Yang instantly looked over, her face flitting through a few emotions of pleasure, before settling into a half-smile.

“I’ll go say Hi,” Yang said with a wink. “She’s always salty when I don’t say hi.”

“You could have ended that at she’s always salty, ” Summer teased wryly.

Yang laughed. “We’ll continue this convo when I’m back.”

Summer did not watch her younger girlfriend leave, but she heard everything well enough - heard her go to the door a room and a half over, then heard the customary greetings, the good mornings and the hey Mom, and then the sounds of shifting clothes; of hugging. Warm and friendly, despite the mishmash of over-eagerness on the half of Yang and the naturally downplayed, stoic attitude of the person she was greeting.

Summer heard the idle chatter as they walked over to the kitchen, but she simply focused on downplaying her own flush and controlling herself. By the time that Yang returned, Summer looked like the kindly mother she always was: just innocently cooking away, as if nothing had happened and nothing at all was going on.

“Hey,” said the cool, mature voice of Summer’s best friend - or, perhaps, one of her best friends. It was a good tie between her and Qrow, at least. 

“Just hey? ” Summer turned and smiled. “That’s hardly a way to greet your bestie for life.”

The way that Raven just looked at her made Summer want to laugh. The woman was almost too cold even with friends and family, and it really just made her look amusing. Petulant, in a way. It was adorable for someone like her - someone that had self-styled herself as a bandit queen for so many years, until the death of Tai had shaken her out of that ridiculous pit and turned her into the woman she could be.

In a lot of ways, Raven was the spitting image of Yang - or technically vice-versa, but it was really all the same thing. The two of them had the same facial structure, the same angles, the same kind of eyes. Their bodies types were similar, in that broad-shoulders, curvy, very buxom sort of way. Their hair was the same sort of curling-wave style, too, very long and feathery in appearance.

The differences were just as noticeable from the get-go. Raven’s hair was a smidge longer, and far more feathery, to a point where it was almost unkempt. It was as dark as midnight, a sharp contrast to Yang’s bright blonde. Everything about Yang was brighter, from the sun-kissed cream of her skin to the brightness of her eyes - a purple to her mother’s red. Raven was shorter, too, and significantly less muscular all around, showing where the other half of Yang’s genes came from.

But, ultimately, they were more similar than they were different, yet those differences were what marked them out so starkly. Anyone that saw them would know they were mother and daughter; the only question would have been who the father was. Personality wise, they could not have been more different. One was cool, cold, straight-laced, and cynical; occasionally, somewhat cruel. The other was bright, bubbly, bombastic, and amicable - and occasionally, charming.

Total opposites.

Summer liked them both.

“Summer, please,” Raven drawled out dryly, “It’s too early for that… preppiness of yours.”

“Oh my gosh,” Summer hummed playfully, her lashes fluttering. “Well, something has to keep you from coming around.”

Raven squinted, not quite getting it. Then, she looked behind Summer, catching sight of all the food. “Isn’t it late for breakfast?”

“It’s literally never late for breakfast,” Yang hummed, seemingly content. “It’s the best meal of the day.”

Raven looked at her daughter as if disgusted. “How are we even related?”

“You literally made me,” Yang accused. “You just didn’t get any of dad’s good taste, I guess.”

Raven continued to stare. She huffed, shook her head, and then turned her attention around a moment later, seemingly unphased. “Why did you make so much anyway, Summer?”

“Why?” Summer laughed and kept on cooking. “Because I knew one of you would show up sooner or later.”

Raven made a noise. “I’m not that predictab-”

“Yeah,” said Yang, “you are.”

“Shut up, daughter.”

Yang sputtered. “W-why are you calling me daughter?! ”

Raven raised a brow. “Is it not true?”

Yang just stared and waved her hands around. 

Summer laughed gently. “Where is Qrow? Is he still… out? ”

Raven hesitated for a brief moment. She hid it all rather well, but not nearly that well - Summer noticed. “He’s out. You know how he is.”

That meant there was a mission of some sort, or he was out brooding about his terrible, shitty luck. Either-one, really. Even with the final battle over, with Salem defeated, there was still lots to do, plenty to fix up. None of the Kingdoms had truly emerged unscathed, and so that messiness was constantly tended to by expert Hunters and Huntresses. Even if Qrow had earned himself time off, he certainly did not take it.

Summer brushed it aside and kept on smiling. “So what brings you by on this early Saturday morning?”

Raven sniffed gently and brought her hand up to gesture with a bag. “I’m just -”

“-Ruby is in the garage,” Yang interrupted for yet a second coquettish time.

Raven glared at her daughter. “Excuse you, who said I was here for that?”

“Come on, you literally only come by to see Ruby,” Yang said with a rather elaborate sigh. She pressed her hand to her chest, all coy and foolish, and shook her head in dismay. “You never come by to visit your own flesh and blood, just your - uh - uhm. Step… daughter? Yeah, step-daughter.”

Summer smiled at the interaction. It was, in many ways, true that Raven only seemed to come around for Ruby. Yang’s observation was correct: Raven only let her stoic appearance slip up whenever she was around Ruby, and Ruby, in turn, always seemed excited whenever her ‘aunt’ came to visit, practically bouncing off the walls at some points.

Summer could only suppose Ruby was happy to have an entire family back together again. Raven, in turn, was likely just content to have someone that seemed to enjoy her time. She didn’t show any of it right then, though - she simply stared at her daughter with a firm look, almost critically examining her. 

“How many classes did you fail at Beacon?” Raven asked dryly. 

Yang burst out laughing. “Not one! Promise.”

Raven held up the bag in her hands. It was a matte black colour with a faintly golden etching, so it was probably either from a dust shop or a mechanic shop. “Ruby asked me to pick these up and swing them by. Don’t make me regret coming, Xiao Long.”

Yang spread her arms and sputtered, as if to say what the fuck? “Wow. Mean.”

Raven shrugged and looked over at Summer. It took a very familiar and well-trained eye to detect Raven’s level of sarcastic, sardonic humour. “You got the better daughter, Summer.”

Summer giggled and winked. “I know.”

Yang made a noise like a cackle and pressed her hand over her chest. “Oh, my gosh. My gosh. You two. You - you wound me -”

“Stop being a goof,” Raven tutted. She shook her head, patted her daughter’s arm, and stepped back. “I’ll be in the garage if you need me.”

“You’re staying for breakfast, right?” Summer asked, a gentle call that was really only for appearances rather than intent - she knew the answer, after all.

Raven knew the answer too, though she hesitated as if she had to think about it. “Yeah, maybe.”

She walked off, as mysterious as that.

It made Summer smile.

Some things never change, she thought.

Raven never really changed, not quite. Ever since that first time, when Taiyang had sacrificed himself to save Summer from the predations of Salem oh-so-long ago, Raven had just sort of… flipped herself around. She remained the same old Raven, but with different priorities, with different motives. She couldn’t spread herself around as much as she wished, but she seemed to realize things.

What those things were, Summer did not know - but Raven had realized that Summer couldn’t raise two kids on her own, so she kept Yang at her side more often. At least, as often as she could manage. That, and their combat missions, meant that they weren’t exactly the tightest family unit, and Ruby and Yang had been left alone more often than anyone wanted, but they’d made it work.

Raven had pulled her weight, done her part, despite also running a gang - her tribe - at the same time. A prudent, rational decision, unfortunately, because they had needed numbers to fight against Salem’s horde, and any well-trained group could serve as enough of an army to fight with. Even now, after everything cooled off, Raven was still like that, hopping around with too much on her plate.

Still, Summer thought it was cute that Raven came around so often, and that she paid so much attention to Ruby - it was adorable, really. They helped one another out a lot, in a weird sort of way. Summer could not find fault in it. Really, the only weird part about anything was that Summer Rose was secretly fucking Raven Branwen’s daughter behind her back, and that was… a bit of an awkward thing indeed.

“She’s like a gust of wind,” Yang hummed. She watched her mother until she left, then waited a few moments before, before turning her attention back around. “Nice, though. She’s getting all buddy-buddy with Ruby.”

“Maybe they found something worth bonding over,” Summer joked playfully. “I’ll have to take out extra plates, now…”

Yang rolled her eyes and strutted forward again. “You already did. I know you did.”

Summer smiled from the corner of her mouth. “Yeah. I did.”

Yang laughed a bit. She moved over to lean against the countertop, right by the dishes. She did nothing more and very simply watched Summer move. It was, at first, enough to make her neck flush, to make her shift and smile shyly. That stare, that unnerving, admiring look, made her shiver just a bit. 

“You’re in the way,” Summer giggled.

Yang just grinned. “I want to take you out tonight.”

Summer froze for a brief instant. “As in…”

“A date,” Yang told her. “I’d like to take you out - uh, to the club, I was thinking.”

“A-A club?” Summer winced. “Public?”

Yang offered an eager smile. “I want to take you out properly for once.”

Summer flushed. “G-going out in public is pretty far, Yang…”

“Yeah, but isn’t it time for that?” Yang asked eagerly.

Summer just bit her lip nervously. Their relationship was real, but they still kept it under the radar. They didn’t really go out anywhere that could be considered exclusively a date - no dinners, no romantic nights or clubs, just cafes or movies and the like. Summer did not want to be necessarily public with it all, and so the idea of it made her nervous.

“I… don’t know,” Summer allowed nervously. “I just…”

“Hey, hey,’ Yang hummed. She reached forward to take one of Summer’s hands and squeezed eagerly. “We don’t gotta do anything you don’t want, but I think it would be nice. It’s been a long time, you know? You deserve it.” She shrugged. “I deserve it.”

Summer knew that was right, too. Yang did deserve it. Summer had basically forced her not to do anything too public, but that wasn’t quite okay for a mere twenty-year-old girl. She deserved to have her fun, and Summer could not hide behind random guilt nor her own age. She nibbled on her lip, awkward and nervous, as she thought about what to say.

“A club, though?” She offered up.

Yang kept on grinning. “It’s a great place. It’s like - it’s like a Huntress-specific lounge. It can be pretty quiet and stuff, especially for us. ” She waggled her blonde brows. “You know, saviours of the world…”

Summer laughed shyly. “Look at you, miss Big Ego.”

“What can I say? You make me wanna take risks.”

Her suave voice made Summer flush just that much more. “I…”

“It’s up to you,” Yang said, and rubbed the back of her hands. “But I’d really like it if you did.”

Summer hesitated. She didn’t necessarily want to say yes, but she felt too bad to outright say no.

“I’m old, though,” Summer laughed awkwardly. “A club isn’t really…”

She trailed off.

Yang squeezed her hands. “You’ll still be the most beautiful girl there.”

Summer flushed. “But…”

Yang just kept on grinning.

Summer sighed and relented a bit. “Alright. Alright, fine. I - I suppose we could.”

Yang grinned even more. “It’ll be great, Summer. I promise.”

Summer smiled, then. “I believe you, Yang. I always believe you.” She let go of her hand to then slap her arm. “Now hurry and help me with the plates, okay?”

Yang laughed. “You run a tight ship, mom!”

“Oh, gosh, ” Summer groaned with a bright red flush, “please don’t call me that! ”

Yang laughed even more.

It was nice.

Summer looked around the bar rather nervously. The club was packed, a press of people both younger and a bit older, some of them hunters, many of them just people that wanted a good time on the weekend. It was jammed, with plenty of people all around, most of them in rather sloppy, slutty clubbing outfits that drew the eyes and made Summer’s inner mom squeak shyly.

She did not like clubs. She did not do clubs. That sort of thing always made her nervous, and sitting there alone on a barstool made her feel… awkward. Most people there were younger, and that made her anxious. She felt as though she did not actually fit in, even though she was basically there on a VIP card - a standard for any Hunter or Huntress in the city of Vale. 

Hunters and Huntresses could get in free, no entry charge, no downpayment - tabs open, even without verification. They got a pick of the private lounges and rooms and a decent discount on everything else, just as a simple thanks for what they did, and had done. When it came down to it, it made perfect sense that Yang would take her there for their first official date. It was, in a word, perfect.

Except, Summer could not stop the butterflies in her stomach. Sure, the club was ostensibly nice: it was a brand-new, freshly-made club that had arisen after the infamous Battle of Beacon Academy, where the White Fang and other various terrorists under Salem’s banner attacked the school and the city of Vale. It had been a hard-fought battle all around, and at great length, the attackers had been forced out, beaten back, and, ultimately, crushed, despite the difficulties therein.

Summer Rose had been instrumental in gathering together response teams from outside the kingdom and leading them to its defence. The teams on the inside had formed a rather inspired defence of Beacon that only succeeded thanks to the intervention of older Hunter teams that weren’t meant to be there whatsoever; a surprise to be sure, and more than enough to throw the attackers off their game.

The club had popped up in its wake. Quite a lot of infrastructure had been destroyed in that battle, and so much was also meant to be rebuilt. The club was one of them, and though people had been suitably fearful after a direct attack on an entire nation, they also needed a way to let loose and just relax. At the same time, there arose a simple appreciation for Hunters and Huntresses that kept their freedom and made it possible, and so those things had conjoined in the form of a very particular club.

Yet, none of that actually helped Summer feel any more comfortable about it. She nibbled on her lower lip nervously, looking left and right, while sitting alone at the bar. Her skin felt a bit colder than she expected it to - but, given that she was wearing such revealing clothing, she was not sure what she did expect from it. There was really very little left to the imagination, and even if that made her ‘fit in’ with the others, it still embarrassed her.

Really, being in such a crowd, in such circumstances, made her feel awkward. She felt stiff, and she felt self-conscious. She was too old for that sort of thing, far too out of the game. Hell, she hadn’t even ever really been to a club in any serious way, since she’d more or less been in teenage love with a teammate - it was a bit new and a bit strange to her in all the weirdest of ways.

Summer looked around again. A few pairs of eyes caught her, and that made her nibble on her lower lip. She was sure that she recognized a few of the Hunters there - people she might have worked with in the past, or just old acquaintances. She really was not sure what to think about that. It made her flustered to even think about being recognized in such a state, or who she would be recognized with.

Summer - 

“Hey,” said the familiar voice of Yang. Summer turned, and in an instant, she felt her heart swoon out of her chest. It was funny, really, how just a word and a charming grin could make her feel so safe and secure. “What’s wrong?”

Summer turned and blushed a bit. “I just… some of the people here recognize me,” Summer murmured.

Yang turned back and laughed. “I think lots of people recognize us. We’re famous! We were all over TV!”

Summer knew that to be true, naturally. They had all been made famous for their efforts - both RWBY, and what remained of Summer’s team. It had been a hard-fought battle against Salem across the breadth of Remnant, beating back her forces, eventually moving to take her down directly - tricking her, as it were, into one of the secret Vaults, and then quite literally locking her inside and throwing away the key.

It had made them famous, yet Summer did not seek that fame. 

“I mean, I know coworkers and stuff,” Summer huffed shyly, her face red. “They’re staring…”

“They’re staring because you’re so hot,” Yang chuckled earnestly. “Trust me, you’re a head-turner.”

Summer wanted to whine and say she did not want to be a head-turner, but that was very, very hard when Yang looked at her with such honest appreciation. She stared at her with all the charm in the world, and Summer was really just sort of effortlessly hooked on that feeling. It was easy for Yang to just hook her, to make her good, and it was difficult not to just go along with it. 

That was why she’d totally gone along with what Yang wanted her to wear, after all. She had put on an outfit that Yang recommended for her, and that was little more than a very short, rather slutty dress for someone of her age - the top a bit too low, showing off a tad too much cleavage, with the fabric fitted far too neatly around her. It outlined the width of her perfect waistline just right and showed off a great deal of her plump, curvy thighs, but that only made Summer just that much more embarrassed.

“They might recognize me…” Summer murmured.

Yang reached out to squeeze her hand. “All they’re gonna see is a super-hot woman, that’s all. You know? There’s nothing to be worried about.”

“Easy for you to say,” Summer replied, a bit miffed. “You always look good, and you’re never out of place.”

Yang just sort of laughed. “It takes a lot to look this good,” she teased, her voice low and rolling - but it was not wrong, either.

Yang did look hot as all sin. The shirt she’d chosen was a tight crop-top meant to show off her arms, her midriff, and the swell of her chest, which was a triple-punch in all the ways that mattered: incredibly strong arms, an impossibly taut stomach, and then a big, heavy chest. Her shots were right back on, as per usual. They were a fancier sort of pair than normal, perhaps, but they were just there to show off the strength in her thighs and the flat V of her abdomen.

“...But trust me,” said Yang in that warm, rolling voice of pure confidence, “you’re the only one that matters here, okay?”

Summer believed her. In her eyes, Yang was the hotter of the two: She showing as much skin as she felt was possible, and that showed. More than one person was staring at her, and together, the both of them, caught plenty of attention - but Yang only had eyes for her, and Summer was the same in turn. It was gorgeous, really. It was something to be swept around it, to be carried away by. 

“Okay,” Summer said softly, and smiled when their hands laced together.

Yang leaned in. “So… what do you want to drink?”

“R-right, uhm…” She bit her lip and looked over. They were not alone at the bar and they had initially needed to jostle for space, but they were recognizable. People knew them; they were not anonymous. That was what made Summer so nervous about it all, but it also offered them any of the space they could want. People had smiled and waved and flirted as they passed, and they made room for them like honoured guests - true VIPs, in all the ways that mattered.

“Well…” 

Summer wasn’t really in the mood for anything alcoholic, and as she looked over the menu, she realized that she really didn’t know what she wanted. At all. She didn't know anything, and that made her mouth just sort of flap a bit. 

Yang chuckled, cutting her off and patted her hand. “You know what? Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Nothing strong, promise.”

She waved her hand at the bartender, who noticed them very quickly. He slipped on over, still in the middle of cleaning out a glass. He blinked when he looked at Yang, as if a foggy thought came to his head. “Wait… I know you, don’t I? You’re the boxer-girl. The Yang one!”

“That is me,” Yang chuckled, because of course she would be recognized. She flashed out her ID and swept if forward, earning a startled, awed laugh from the bartender. 

“I didn’t know we were having a celebrity in her tonight,” he said. “That means drinks are at a discount, ladies.” He smiled politely. “What’ll you be having?”

Yang ordered crisply. Summer did not even know what the drinks were meant to be, really. She just didn’t know what the words meant, or what the phrase added up to. It did not actually mean anything to her, but as long as drinks were served, that was fine. She trusted Yang’s judgment implicitly; she knew the blonde would not lead her wrong.

She still suspiciously eyed up the drink, even so.

“It’s not that strong,” Yang said gently. “If you don’t want it -”

“No, it’s fine,” Summer said firmly. She reached out, grabbed the drink, and tucked it in close. “It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” Yang asked tenderly. “You don’t have to - and like, if you’re uncomfortable, we can leave any time. I don’t mind.”

I do, thought Summer.

“It’s okay, trust me.” Summer smiled, and in a quick display of bravery, she took a deep drink. Something fruity and alcohol ran along her tongue and down into her throat. It felt strange the entire way down, simply because she was not used to it - but she pushed all that back. “I’m adult. I can handle my liqour.”

“...That makes you sound like Qrow,” Yang snorted. “And he definitely can’t…”

“Oh, gosh,” Summer giggled. “Don’t compare me to Qrow. ”

They shared a laugh, and they shared a drink. Summer had not been drinking with anyone in recent memory, so that was a new experience for her. Yang, not so much. She had experience, even if she wasn’t that heavy of a drinker. She knew what do to and how to do it, and was more or less a natural as she swung her glass around and talked with such animated enthusiasm.

The way Yang held a conversation, how she strung her words together, was both elegant and bombastic. It wasn’t exactly the height of conversational finesse, but Yang had a way with words and an eager sort of tone to her voice, so it was easy to be hooked into whatever she wanted to talk about. The topics were pretty random - things in her personal life, in her missions out in the field, amongst other things - but they were easy to listen to.

And Summer liked to listen. Even if she knew half of it already, Yang always had something to say, something to talk about. She made having a conversion easy, and Summer liked that sort of thing. Getting drinks with Yang was fun. It was simple. There was no pressure, no real need to try and prove herself, and she liked that quite a lot indeed. It was easy to sit there, laugh, giggle, and drink, even if she felt stiff about it all.

But it was easy to get into the mood, into the swing of things. She found herself laughing a bit more, joking a bit more freely. She laughed along with Yang and leaned into her, all smiles and giggles. She bit her lip and fluttered her lashes, and by the time Yang was ordering their second round of drinks, she was freely pressing her hand along the blonde’s knee, or across her strong forearm.

“You’re strong, Yang,” Summer almost cooed, now getting into the flirting - and Yang just laughed, her head thrown back.

“I mean, I punch things a lot,” she chuckled, her eyes shining.

One drink led into two, which led into three. With each drink, Summer was far looser and far more bubbly than before, to a point where she was almost unmistakable from her much brighter, much more enthusiastic daughter. She was all smiles, Yang was all grins, and the two talked like lovers on a date, rather than people that had known one another for almost their entire lives. It was, really, a strange, but soothing, situation to be in - quite a lot so.

The atmosphere lulled her into a strange calm, and soon, she found herself vibing with it all, as the younger girls liked to say. Most of the music wasn’t something she knew all too well - it was younger, more preppy music all around - but soon, something more classic, more relaxing, hit her ears. It was older music, and something that was much more her vibe.

Her eyes widened and her face brightened. “Oh, wait! I love this song!”

“Huh?” Yang questioned, and cocked her head to the side - then grinned. “Oh, wow, yeah, this is old stuff.”

Summer puffed out her cheek. “Wow. Way to make a girl feel old, Yang.”

Yang laughed. “Awww, me? I’d never. ” She raked back her fluffy hair and reached out with her hand. “Wanna dance?”

Summer did not hesitate to take her hand. “Why not?”

She led Yang by the hand, and did not allow herself to be led. Really, the song wasn’t technically meant for two partners at all, just as most of the songs weren’t. There was lots of close dancing, intense, firm touching, bodies moving in tandem - but also plenty of showing off, like showgirls attracting a mate, some strange, lurid human mating dance. 

That was what Summer was looking for. She led Yang forward, but she did not dance with her. Not at first, at least. Maybe, it was the alcohol flooding her system, maybe it was something else entirely, but she was happy to do it for Yang. She wanted to show off for Yang. She wanted to sway her body to that music, to bring herself around and just dance. It was not elegant, it was not really as good as the younger girls around her, but she did her best.

Hips swayed to the beat of the music. Her legs moved in time with the rhythm. Her hands rose and fell as suited the song, and her body twisted just like the other girls around her. It was a bit of a shameless self-dance session, but that was how most of that sort of stuff went. Summer had little experience, but she didn’t need experience to move herself in front of Yang’s eyes.

She just needed to move. She danced and swayed to the beat, her wide, ample hips rolling in time with the music. Her dress shimmered, the fabric tinkling in the low light, while her hair shook around her face as she brought her neck around. She moved in the ways she was sure she’d seen the other girls do, subtly matching them while showing off for Yang alone.

At first, Yang looked surprised. Maybe, she didn’t expect it. She stared with raw, lustful appreciation, and that eagerness, that excitement, really blew past any of Summer’s nervousness and got her feeling hotter - more excited. She liked it a lot, and that made her smile and smirk over. It made her flaunt her body just that much more, showing off the curve of her ass and highlighting the swell of her breasts each and every time.

Yang leaned in soon enough. She pressed in, grabbed Summer by the hips, and pulled on her - but there were no words. There were no comments. The blonde yanked her in, moved her against her, and started to dance with her. They were two bodies in motion, two people in a crowd of gyrating bodies, their motions no more or less lewd than any of the others. They were in harmony, in tandem, one against the other, smooth and steady. 

It got hotter, though. Yang’s hands were possesive against her hips, tight across her body, and held her with just that right amount of firmness. She cupped her waist firmly and she pulled on her as they danced, half manhandling her. Summer loved it. The dominant touch, the way she was roped in and her hips swung around, was an utterly delicious feeling. She savoured it, adored it, and moved with it.

Their bodies were close. In the dark light of the club, the two were dancing right up against one another, grinding and sliding. Mostly, it was Yang at her back, her nose against Summer’s head, nuzzling into her while squeezing against her. The weight of her chest spilled across Summer’s shoulders and the bulge in her pants ground against her ass, and that only became more apparent the longer it went on.

In a minute, Summer was practically grinding herself up against that hard bulge. Most of the girls there were grinding, of course - it was a sloppy club on a Saturday night - but it was a first for Summer. It was also unlikely any of them were dealing with something the size of Yang’s dick, so each push sent a rush of elation through Summer. The hardness pressed against her ass just right, and she could not help but dance atop it. 

Yang got headier, and became heavier. She pushed in harder, moving her hips, pulling on a waistline in turn. Her hands felt amazing against Summer’s narrow waist, and especially when they rested on her broad, child-bearing hips. It filled her with a fire in her belly she almost could not contain, and she loved it. It made her mewl, if just a bit.

They danced and rubbed up against one another on the floor with such intensity that others seemed to notice. Some people were staring, some people were judging; approval, concern, lust, all sorts of things. They must have noticed that it seemed like Yang wanted to just rut Summer right there on the floor, but Summer herself did not care. She savoured it. She could feel Yang’s raw arousal, and she drank it right in happily.

Their bodies moved and rubbed. They met and shoved. She was sure at multiple points that the two were going to just fuck - that Yang would shove her down right then and there, but she did not, not yet. She became hotter, more incensed, her breath coming out in something like groans of pleasure. Yang wanted to take her, and Summer wanted to let her. 

It was probably the alcohol talking, but she did not care. 

Yang twisted her around, making Summer gasp - and then ducked her head in. The fact that they were on a dance floor did not slow the lusty blonde down one single bit at all, and that was a rather fantastic thing altogether. She leaned right in and pressed their mouths together just like that, there on the dance floor. People were surely staring, but Yang absolutely did not care.

She kissed her hard, and she kissed her fast. She pressed their mouths together with lustful finesse, shoved right down in place. It was a hot, messy things, all rubbing mouths and grinding lips. They touched, they rolled together, and then moved in hard - nuzzling and smoothly squishing with wet intensity. It was all hot and husky and lit a fire in Summer’s core, but she did not need more enticing, really.

Summer, really, just surrendered to her.

It did not last long. Yang pulled away soon enough, too quick for comfort, so much so that Yang tried to move with her. The blonde pressed foreheads together, caressed hair off to the side, and offered a husky rasp. “Wanna go upstairs?”

“Upstairs?” Summer asked. Her eyes glanced up to the upper level, the balcony-floor, then back down again. 

“The VIP lounges,” Yang husked thickly. “Spacious. Made for private dances and stuff.” She leaned in even closer. “We get them for free.”

Summer smirked. “Experience?”

Yang chuckled. “A little bit.”

Summer knew what she was being asked. She nodded once and bit her lip. “Lead the way.”

This time, Yang practically led her by the hand. She tugged her forward, dragging on her, and urged her along. She pulled her up the stairs, onto a floor that was half-glass - just a strip made for more elevated dancing and more private booths. The real private areas were just beyond - lounges meant for more hidden acts, sultrier parties, and that sort of thing.

Even Summer knew that. Such rooms normally ran a high price, but for Huntresses, it was more or less free. All Yang had to do was flash her Huntress ID at the door scanner and she was let in, free of charge. That was all it took, really. A free lounge as thanks for having killed a metric boatload of Grimm - a sobering, and satisfying, thing.

The very second the door opened, Yang was upon her. The blonde grabbed her, pulled her in, and shoved the door closed with one hand - and then she was all on Summer. There was nothing more to it than that. She shoved their mouths together nice and hard, lips crashed into place. Summer, really, could only moan for it, loving that touch, that possessive, dominant grip. It lit a fire in her belly and filled it with an ache that only something more permanent than a cock could fill.

Yang’s powerful hands reached down. She grabbed hold of Summer’s ass right through her dress and squeezed hard, drawing out a moan from her lips. She squeaked against that hot mouth kissing her and shivered from the feeling of tight hands against her butt, squeezing it with such delicious firmness. Yang simply pushed down, cupped her, and groped. Her movements were utterly firm, totally in control, and the older woman savoured it.

Yang pushed her into the room, guiding her with her arms. She pulled, drawing on her, still kissing hard. Her lips were almost ferocious as if she were starved. Her hands groped possessively as if she could not part herself from Summer’s ass. She squeezed at that fat, doughboy mound of flesh, pressing into it with lustful intensity and just squeezing it all out of place. She dug in hard, and she dug in fast; she bent, squeezing and dragging on cloth.

She shoved Summer back. The woman only got glimpses of her surroundings, such was the frenzy of it – a couch, a sofa, long and curved like a big L-shape, and then a glossy black table like plastic. She did not see much else, for she was locked up in those big, strong arms. She cared about nothing else, really. Yang just pawed at her body, fingers digging into her ass so nice and hard that it made Summer instinctively wet.

She was a helpless sub for that sort of thing, really. She offered no resistance to it. She just groaned at the feeling of it, shivering at the way it felt. Her spine tingled while the woman pulled on her ass, kneading it with such deliciously firm intent. She dug in nice and hard, squeezed through the cloth, and bent it out of shape. Her arms surrounded Summer the entire way around, and that sent a series of pleasurable flushes through her – she felt safe, secure, and protected.

Yang pulled her mouth away with a hot squelch. She pulled on Summer’s lower lip as she did so, and that hot, clamping touch made the woman groan just that much more. The shivering application of pressure pleased her immensely, and it made her fingers curl far more than they quite should have.

“Did you learn those dance moves just for me?” Yang husked down at her. She was taller, and so could look into Summer’s eyes directly – and she loved that.

Summer let out a shaky, wonton laugh. “M-maybe.”

“Maybe?” Yang cupped her chin possessively and pressed her thumb against Summer’s lower lip quite dominantly. “I like solid answers from my girl.”

My girl. The words reverberated through Summer’s entire body and right down between her legs.

“Y-yes,” Summer squeaked. “Yes, I did.”

“I know you did.” Yang played with her lip using one thumb, but the other hand hastily began to tug up her dress – easily pulling it over the curve of her ass. “I could tell. You were doing it just to rile me up, huh?”

Summer bit down on that thumb ahead of her. “Maybe. Did it work?”

Yang smirked “What do you think?”

“I think you’re spending a lot of time teasing,” Summer said with a husky, horny purr.

Yang laughed. She descended again and kissed her full on the mouth. Her force was what really made it extra delicious: it was a sort of roughness that Summer had come to love. That was what she liked about Yang, really: that hardness, that strength, all directed at her. it was so hot, so exciting, that she really could not resist it. It just left her horny all over, from top to bottom, and it left her constantly, reliably groaning.

Yang’s hands descended again. She grabbed Summer’s bare ass with both hands and cupped it hard. She lifted it right from the underside, almost hefting up that juicy mound of flesh. Summer squealed with pleasure at the casual pawing touch; she found it unbearably hot. When Yang squeezed, she felt no shame and only pleasure. When she dug in, fingers digging down hard, she moaned in horny satisfaction.

When Yang pulled back to deliver a hot, ringing slap to her ass, she shivered in yet more pleasure – her toes themselves curling. The blonde took control, and she ran with it. She did not need permission. She was dominant, and Summer was really just a helpless submissive for her. She quivered as those hands drew on her dress, tugging it right up her shapely, curvy body. In seconds, that tight dress was bunched up over her tits, necessitating the parting of the kiss.

Lips separated with a string of saliva. Immediately, the dress was twisted up and over her head, but that was just for the instant. Yang dove right back down even then, and this time, attacked the crook of Summer’s neck with her mouth. there was no shame in it. She dropped right down and planted her mouth against that tender flesh, immediately starting to suckle and kiss on all that fluffy whiteness.

“Oh, Yang,” Summer groaned out. “Yes…”

Yang nuzzled into her and made out with her neck, but her hands were not idle. She pulled at Summer’s bra in a senseless fit, drawing it up and away from her body with a snap and a push. The cloth fell aside without Yang even trying to care. She had not even noticed the fuck-me lingerie that Summer picked out for her. It was discarded, and hands replaced it. Lustful, greedy hands, cupped her full breasts and hefted them right up.

Those doughy mounds jiggled in Yang's powerful hands. She held them up, mauling those modest C-cups with her strength. Summer liked that, too. The casual, kneading touch to her tits, the way it so effortlessly pressed against her and squeezed, was quite the pleasurable thing indeed. It was a satisfying touch, and one that she enjoyed rather immensely. It felt great, even if she was about to get laid in a club.

But she wanted to get laid, really. She wanted it bad, and that was why her own hands moved up against Yang’s body. She raked her fingers across those amazing muscles Yang called abs, and she drew her fingertips down along those bumpy swells. They were not so defined that they could be considered a washboard, but they were more than strong and firm enough to be pronounced – a delicious, beautiful view, for certain.

Feeling it made Summer become even hotter. She panted out a hot, eager breath as Yang made out with her shoulder, right into that crook beside her neck. Her hands remained tight as she squeezed Summer’s chest, but at that point, both of them were intimate and lustful. Summer’s own hands moved and scraped, running down those abs to the sharp V of her pelvis. She hit the shorts below, and from there, she began to fitfully tug and strip, trying her best to get them down.

“Please, Yang,” Summer groaned out, “Don’t keep me - wmmmfgh !”

Yang kissed her again, all hard and tight. She pressed into her, nuzzled down, and husked hungrily at the touch of her lips. Her hands moved down to pull at Summer’s underwear, ready to strip it right down. At the same time, Summer busied herself with those shorts, struggling to get them around Yang’s broad waist. She tried even more to shove them down her legs, but that was far easier said than done – they were very tight, and Yang was packing quite a beat of heat beneath them.

Case in point, her cock flopped out less than a second later. It spilled forward like a weapon being unholstered, and Summer was quick to wrap her hand around it – but that was really the extent of her abilities. Something that big, that thick, had no right to be contained in one single hand alone. Something of that size was made for fucking girls silly, and to feel it flop forward against one single, slender palm was almost laughable.

But she’d taken Yang’s cock many times before. She knew its size and its heft rather well, and so wrapping her hand around it and starting to tug was not a difficult thing at all. She drew against it, her hand rubbing at that hard, stiff flesh. She pressed down, fingers applying warm pressure, and tugged hard. It was so dense, so engorged, that it was like a pole of metal in her hand, the haft of a highly dangerous, very precise weapon.

It made her moan.

She pulled her back to break the kiss, and with her head still foggy, she groaned out, “You’re so hard for me, Yang.”

“Yeah,” Yang husked. “You did that to me.”

Yang used the time to quickly pull on her shirt, and so Summer took time of her own. She glanced down to stare at the cock in her hand, and everything she saw pleased her. It was a shaft of meat some nine or so inches long, edging toward ten – ten full inches of thick, throbbing meat that was the girth of her wrist. It was the biggest dick she had ever personally seen, and that was an impressive, and daunting, thing altogether. 

But she loved it. It was exciting, and feeling it inside of herself always proved to be a very satisfying experience. She nibbled on her lip in excitement as she stared at it and drew her hand against it, but threw a glance up when a tantalizing jiggle caught her attention. Yang, in a fit, ripped her shirt over her head, and then quickly tugged her bra aside. 

Her breasts spilled out, same as Summer's. They were far larger, however – doughier D-cups to Summer’s C’s. They were not quite as big as Raven, but they were very large indeed. More than anyone would expect to see on such a built fighter, but Yang was just a big girl overall. Her dick, her tits, her muscles, her personality: she was a force of nature, and that bombastic attitude carried her well.

“Get over here, sexy,” Yang purred a moment later. She tugged on Summer and drew her in until they were tit to tit, positively mashed together. “You know what I want to do to you?”

“I think I can imagine,” Summer husked, her eyes whining and her insides wet. So wet, in fact. She wanted Yang to just pin her down and ream her brains out – anything less would not suffice.

“I’m going to reward you for being such a tease out there,” Yang promised her. “Is that what you want?”

“Dust,” Summer moaned. “It’s everything that I want.”

Yang grinned. “I’m going to bend you over that table –“ She gestured with her eyes alone “-And fuck your brains out as best as I can. How does that sound, baby girl?”

“So good,” Summer groaned, and she honestly, truly meant it. 

“Why?” Yang asked huskily. “Why does it sound so good?”

“B-Because I’m yours,” she panted hotly. “Okay?”

“That’s right,” she husked. “You’re my woman.”

Yang pushed on her entire body. Summer panted every step of the way, despite the almost inherent insanity of it. She was being led around by such a younger woman, carried in her arms, pawed at with her strong hands - held, captured, and contained. Skin squished against her fingers, and it was a purely enjoyable thing indeed. Yang was wholly possessive, and Summer was all for it.

“And I’m going to fuck you,” Yang purred, “Because you’re mine. ”

“Yes,” Summer husked, “ Please! ”

Yang easily, easily bent her over. She just shoved her right down, folding her at the waist with impossibly, incredible power. She shoved her straight down as if it meant nothing at all, folding her at the waist, and pressed her down against the table. She shoved her down face-first, really just pinning her there - but Summer was totally into it. She was into every last bit of it, shamelessly excited. 

Summer was already long since soaking wet by the time that Yang shoved her down, so feeling that hard dick smash against her core and so roughly grind up against her was really just total fulfillment. She would have moaned for it no matter what really, and feeling Yang so roughly drag it down, pressing against her folds, was an intoxicating thing indeed. That hard dick promised so much for her; a true slab of breeding-pipe, meant for dicking girls down.

“Oh, Yang!” Summer cooed pleasantly, because she could, and because she wanted to. “You’re so strong!”

Yang offered a husky chuckle. “C’mon, I know that already.”

It was just silly teasing, but there was nothing quite so silly when Yang dragged her dick up and down. She pressed and ground that rubbery head against the lips of her cunt, then down against her clit, applying a sort of pressure that was almost eye-watering. It was not because of any stress, not for any overwhelming firmness, but because it felt good to Summer – because it made her spine shiver with barely contained anticipation.

She groaned for it. The sound came out in a hot, husky sigh, the noise low and pleasurable. She felt her spine shiver with anticipation as Yang sought purchase, looking for her entrance, grinding down along sopping, sweet folds with an earnest touch. It filled Summer with a sort of anxious excitement she could not quite contain – but, then, she could never contain such things around Yang. The girl was too built, too chiseled, too designed for sex, for her to hold back.

“You’re so wet,” Yang husked. “So wet. How badly did you want this, Summer?”

“So bad,” Summer Rose groaned. She would admit to anything if it made Yang excited. She pushed her ass up, making her ass jiggle, urging it up higher for her benefit. She felt Yang chuckle and dig her fingers down into that juicy mass all the harder, really bending it around in her fingers. “I’m so wet for you, Yang.”

Yang hummed under her breath. “Yeah, I know it.”

She pressed her cock down, and the head finally found the purchase it wanted. It slipped down in a firm press, dragging against Summer’s folds, then up into her entrance. That first bit of penetration was just a small spike of pleasure, a quick little surge of anticipation – but it did not last for long. Yang would never take it that slowly, even if she was gentle with the people she fucked into a messy paste. She was always firm, always powerful, and she took what she wanted.

What she wanted right then was Summer, and specifically, Summer’s cunt – so she jabbed her hips in a sudden, quick sweep, driving the meat of her cock inside. The hardness of it rolled along those sodden folds and rushed down in a tight sweep, and in an instant, Summer was being filled up. In a second, she was groaning for her step-daughter’s cock, the weight of it thrusting down and splitting her open. It was a huge thing, and with Yang behind it , it was powerful beyond belief.

“Mhm!” Summer yelped out, the noise hot and unsteady. It was a rush of emotion, a quick surge of sensation, that elated her – and made her gasp out breathlessly. She moaned as the hardness of Yang’s cock started to drop down into her tight snatch, rolling through the softness of her walls. It burrowed into her tight hole in less than a second of contact, a firm rush that made the older woman tremble in the very best of ways. “Yes!”

Yang grunted as she pushed down. It was not an outright slam, not at first, but that did not detract from the overwhelming firmness of her actions. She dropped her weight in a firm press, driving herself forward with expert finesse. She knew how to move and she knew what she was doing; she had ultimate control over her own body, taut, trained, and dense as it was. Her muscles were more than enough to control her pace, and her experience with women made such acts trivial.

She easily, effortlessly cored Summer out. She dexterously penetrated her cunt and rammed inches of turgid meat into her, the pace so much sloppier than most people would think of with a woman of Summer’s years. Inches and inches of dick thrust down into her, filling up her walls and stretching them out about its haft. Inches of delicious meat slammed into her needy cunt, and all Summer could do was let out a grateful moan to feel it.

“Yessss!” She groaned happily. She pressed her fingers against the glossy plastic of the table in front of her, almost uselessly clawing at it. “Yang!”

Yang grunted her assent. “Dust, you’re so tight, Summer. So fucking tight around my cock…”

“I know,” Summer groaned out. She did it purely for Yang’s benefit; the dirty-talk was there to spur her on and make her feel better. “It’s just because you’re so big, Yang.”

Yang husked out a breath. She slammed down, her lips dripping, piercing that soft, tender pussy up with just over half of her cock – or something like it. Summer felt every delicious inch press into her, but not the entire thing – not yet. Yang held back from that, simply out of care that she didn't break a girl all at once. It was a comical, but attractive, thing. Summer rather enjoyed it, even if she really wished she could feel that slab of meat grinding against her womb.

Yang rolled her waist. Her muscles flexed as she did so, managing a motion others would find rather difficult. She easily, effortlessly stirred up Summer’s cunt around her length, and that squishy sensation was effortlessly pleasing. Summer yelped to feel her insides twisting and her juices churning like butter, making for wet pops and slick squelches. Such things were just part and parcel of their fucking, though, and Yang didn’t seem to think twice about it.

“I love how it feels around my cock,” Yang husked out. She started to pull, her hips moving away from the tightness of her pussy. “You’re gripping it so well, Summer. Fuck…”

She yanked herself back while squeezing fingers into the doughy swells ahead of her. She squeezed down on that flesh, bending it around in her fingers. She pawed at her ass in a way that was simply for her own self-satisfaction, but Summer liked that, too. She’d really learned to love having her body played with, especially where Yang was involved. The girl was just so strong, so charming, that she honestly deserved to feel good however she damned well wanted to.

Yang rolled her hips around, then speared herself forward again. That fat meat easily slammed into the length of Summer’s fluttering cunt, spreading out eager walls with nothing but a dense cock. It was so big, so thick, so fat, really, that Summer felt every inch of it keenly. Any girl it was slammed into would feel that stretch and burn and only some would truly appreciate how full it could make them. Summer was one of those, and she gasped out against the table she was unceremoniously pinned against.

“Yes, Yang,” she groaned so needfully, “Fill me with that cock!”

It was so silly, so slutty, but she loved spilling out the words. They did not make her feel hot specially, but they got Yang’s gears going, her motor revving, metaphorically speaking – and that made all the difference. It hyped the younger stud up, inspiring her to thrust down just that much harder, to bring her hips around in a much heavier arc. She swung forward to crash her shaft down, and Summer was able to feel the joy of getting slammed full.

“You’re so hot,” Yang growled down at her. “And this pussy is just – just so nice.”

She nailed herself into Sumemer in a sweep, piercing her full. The hardness of her shaft effortlessly managed to plump the woman’s deepest spots, hitting deeper than any cock before it. Nothing really quiet compared to Yang’s raw size, and when she started it full back, the older woman just felt reluctant. Her insides felt it too, and they gripped the cock with an almost feverish life that refused to let go.

“And it grips so great,” Yang groaned. She dug her hand into Summer’s ass, pressed down on her neck, and pinned her body against the table in a distinctly uncomfortable way – but she hit her stride, and that was the real prize. “I love it.”

She slammed down again. She pounded that hard, girthy meat into the delicious tightness of the cunt ahead, reaming out walls and nailing her with its firmness. Inches and inches of hard flesh hammered into Summer, leaving her mind spinning from the sheer act of it. It was such a hard, firm stroke, that it made her eyes water – and she loved it. That was the kind of feeling she was missing, the sort of hardness she lacked in her life.

“Yes,” Summer gasped. “Yes, just like that, Yang!”

Yang grunted hungry. She brought her hips down hard, and the entirety of her cock sank inside. The head bounced against Summer’s womb, hitting it with such solid force that the older woman could do nothing but squeal happily. It was the touch of a breeding-pipe, a cock that was pretty much single-handedly designed to knock up women. At least, that's what Summer thought. The fact that Yang didn’t have any children yet was almost a crime, and one that needed to be rectified.

“This ass,” Yang groaned a second later. “It’s so fantastic, damnit.”

Her hips hit that fluffy curve with a solid stroke, sending the skin bouncing upward. It was a nice, heavy thwack, an impact that Summer felt trembling all the way through her. Of course, her ass, big and full as it was, proved an easy target for anyone to go for during sex. Yang was no different, whether it was groping it with her hands or smacking against it with her hips. Both were easy, and both were delicious.

Yang rolled her waist, then tore it back again. Juices squelched and slurped along with the movements of her cock, making for a total, satisfying mess. Summer loved it, really. She moaned out for it even when Yang pulled away, drawing out with a grinding touch. Her pussy shuddered for it, and then quivered even more still when the woman reversed course and buried her shaft right back inside. One broad, hammering stroke, that nailed deep into the tight glove of her pussy.

Her ass was clapped by those thrusting, descending hips. The skin shuddered and thundered out of place, wobbling and jiggling against Yang’s body. That satisfying smack echoed out through the room, filling their ears. It was just one note of lewdness in the entire affair, a mess that didn’t want to end. Yang buried her shaft down and hammered against her, pounding into the curve of her ass just right. Her pelvis was taut and muscled, flat and firm, so when it hit that curviness, it offered nothing but a joyous, ringing slap.

“Yes, Yang,” Summer groaned out. “Come on, please, make my ass clap –“

Yang grunted out a laugh. She pressed down on the back of Summer’s neck as if just to dominate her a bit more, then rolled her waist and swung her hips. “Trust me, you don’t gotta tell me that twice.”

She brought herself up and around. She hammered down again, smashing into that fluffy curve just right. She made the skin wobble against her hips, then compress down into a doughy heap – a perfect cushion for her to lean her weight against. Each slam made Summer’s ass bounce, the skin just shifting out of shape, and both of them loved it. Both of them were groaning for it, indulging in the simpleness of lewd action.

“This ass claps so well,” Yang noted. “It’s so – Dust, the way that it jiggles…”

Jiggle, it did. Each hard stroke made it ripple like water with a stone skipped over it, a steady series of circles that washed out from the point of contact and shuddered upward. Summer had so much ‘ass’ that it simply compressed and squished out of place each time Yang hit it, and she absolutely loved hitting it. She tapped her ass as if it was going out of style, thrusting and slamming, hammering against it as if just to make it clap.

Summer felt each blow keenly. Her ass, no matter how plump, did not entirely dull the stinging impacts. She was fucked into the table as well, which was a half-uncomfortable thing itself. She was fucked down not it, her core ringing, almost aching, from the size of the dick filling her up – but she cared not for any of that. She just moaned ecstatically as the girl nailed her with such easy passion, going at her as if it meant nothing at all.

“You’re so hot, Summer,” Yang groaned. “So damn hot.”

She reached down with both hands, and it was almost unexpected. She grabbed Summer’s arms, grabbed her wrists, and pulled them against her. In a sudden sweep, she wrapped Summer’s arms around her own, and hooked them behind her back in a strange sort of carry – pinning the older woman down while binding her arms. It was a strange motion, but not an unwelcome one.

“O-oh?” Summer purred out happily. “S-someone’s getting into it!”

Yang merely chuckled. She offered no words, but in one muscular stroke, tugged Summer straight up from the table using her arms. She lifted her much as one would lift a heavy bag of water, a large crate, or something of the sort. Summer was tugged at her feet in one instant, and that made her gaps hard – and then moan even harder, because it almost sent the cock in deeper, in some lewd way.

“OH!”

She was pulled into a rough pose that was not quite standing and not quite meaning – her stomach at a thirty-degree plane, her arms behind her, captured by Yang. Yang, who was, even then, still hovering over her, her hips still moving, still recklessly slamming away. She pulled her into a standing pose and, using nothing but her arms to keep Summer upright, fucked into her. she pounded against her ass, making it clap and shudder, but now with such fiercer intent.

“You look so hot like this,” Yang husked needfully. She crashed into Summer’s core with the most strength so far, now having hit her stride and simply letting her libido fuel her movements. She slammed into the woman with rough intensity, plowing her pussy and hammering against her juicy ass all in the same breath.

Summer soaked it up. She wheezed with each thrust into her molten core, for the position did not offer any other leeway. Her eyes flinched and her breath came out in quick rushes of stress, each one happier than the last. She felt the dick ram into her deepest of spots, down into her sodden, wet core. Impacts rocked her, made her ass bounce, everything shivering out of shape in the most delectable of ways. She whined out as Yang fucked her just like that, easily manhandling her.

“I love watching you take it,” Yang said in a scratchy, hungry sort of voice. She leaned in, nuzzling against the top of her hairline, and hummed deeply. Her hips pushed firmly driving into the doughy mass of Summer’s ass. She hit it just right, making the older woman whine each and every time. It was a stoic, steady, mind-addling sort of pace, and more than enough to leave her head spinning.

Being fucked while standing was something they had done before, but never quite in that way, not that exact pose. It was oddly intoxicating, and she husked out breathlessly for it. A hot whine left her throat as she was taken with such raw vigour, her insides squeezing and contorting about that meaty haft. Hard slams rocked her, and heavy impacts shook her. She grew more breathless for it, her breath coming out in shudders.

“Fuck, Yang!” Summer moaned. “R-right t-there, yes - !”

As the cock’s tip kissed her cervix itself, it made her almost feel numb. Summer was, at the end of the day, rather weak to good, hard sex, and Yang was very good at it indeed. It left Summer shaking on her toes, quivering on her heels, her breath coming out in hotter pants. Her insides shuddered and twisted around that hard, meaty girth, which continually pummeled her pussy with its firm length. Inches and inches sawed into her, driving in just right, and it set her off hard.

There was no stopping her climax from rushing over her, really. She could not help her body from the way it spasmed and tightened up. She did not stop herself from whining, nor gasping so powerfully. It just came forth, spilling out in heated rushes. Her eyes rolled, if briefly, as she squealed and came against that fat dick – reaching an orgasmic peak as Yang fucked her senseless.

While she whined, Yang leaned in and husked right up against her ear. “Yeah, that’s it, babe. Cum for me, ok? Just like that.”

She held Summer up by the arms and continued to trust with her hips, fucking the woman right through her orgasmic release. She moved easily, effortlessly, her dick splitting her open even as she came. Somehow, the act of being fucked while cumming only made it hotter, made it more intense, and she shivered through that with its delicious firmness. Her insides shivered, her walls clenching, and her eyes watered gently, all while Yang plowed into her headlong.

For a moment, Summer just shivered and came in Yang’s ‘arms’, her body soaking in the glee of hard sex. Inside twisted and juices rushed out, only to be churned by that steadily-thrusting shaft. It hammered into her so nice and hard, diving into her deeply, nailing her firmly. Yang moved well, and it dragged and rolled through her time and time again. Slams, rocks, claps, and wobbles; heady smacks and thuds of firmness and intensity. In and out, backward and forward again, making Summer just whine.

“You like that, Summer?” Yang husked against her ear. She pulled her in just that much harder, drawing on the woman until those plump tits were smooshed across slender shoulders.

“I love it,” Summer gasped out. “I love it so much, Yang!”

“I know you do,” the blonde purred possessively. “I know what you like, baby girl.”

Her hands moved down, releasing her arms and instead pawing at her flesh. But, Yang was adjusting herself at the same time, grabbing and securing herself. Summer was a bit too dazed, still coming off her orgasmic high, to really focus on what that meant – but she knew a possessive grip when she felt it. When Yang grabbed her waist hard, she just mewled out her pleasure at the strength on display. When Yang lifted, she didn’t even hesitate to groan out loud.

“I know everything you like,” Yang told her. “Because you’re my woman.”

She pulled her up with effortless ease, quite literally lifting her off the ground. She bounced her up into the air with indelicate ease, and then pulled her backward. Arms moved and hooked under her thighs, finding purchase in seconds. Summer’s entire body weight shifted backward, tugged deeper into Yang’s embrace, until her spine was using those fat tits like pillows.

Summer gasped, and could do little more from the eye-watering firmness of it all. It took nothing, no visible effort, for Yang Xiao Long to pull her body up into her arms, or to grab her legs and yank them skyward. She drew them up, then wrapped impossibly strong biceps around those thick, plump thighs to capture them in place; securing them across Summer’s shoulders until her ankles dangled right by her own pierced ears.

She groaned as she was bent in half, quite literally folded at the waist like a pretzel. She was utterly manhandled every step of the way, totally dominated in Yang’s grasp, and, as if it took nothing at all, folded into a full Nelson pose in mere seconds. All of that while the dick remained lodged within her, making for a situation of impossible grinding, of mind-addling, juice-slurping rubbing.

“This is how I like you, Summer,” Yang purred against her neckline. She buried her face there and started to kiss, planting hot, idle kisses down against her skin. “All tucked up in my arms like a good girl.”

Yang was possessive with her words, despite their age-gap. She was dominant in her actions, taking full control over the older woman. Summer loved it. She loved that care, that vulnerability, that utterly dominating touch. She loved being bent in half and folded like something cheaper than what she was – like some whore. It was satisfying in many strange ways, and she groaned rather happily. The sound that left her lips, therefore, was purely slutty, and entirely breathless.

Ynag moved just as sharply. She tugged her hips down, and with her hands tight, drew on Summer’s body. She kept her perfectly, entirely contained as she tore that fat dick free in a rush of meaty contact, withdrawing it with a wet slurp. Inches and inches slid out of that tight, grasping embrace, making for a wet, easy movement – one that Summer could not help but entirely enjoy, no matter how happy it really was.

She moaned about it. Ynag did too, in her own way. She grunted against the neck she was nuzzling. Her hips rolled firmly, pulling cockmeat out at a dangerously addictive pace. Summer watched the thing retreat, saw it tug out of her overstuffed folds in a rush of movement. It was addicting oot see it like that: so big and thick and hard, ready for penetration, more than capable of splitting a girl wide and filling her up to the brim.

That was exactly what happened when Yang thrust back up into her. she pounded the meat of her dick upward, jamming that hard, thick slab of meat up into the softness of her slit. She hammered it up, driving it in deep – and because of the full nelson, it was all hard rubbing and intense, mind-adding grinding. Summer wheezed out hotly as she felt her folds being relentlessly massaged by that hard, vascular girth, with every inch sending shuddering pleasure through her body.

“Fuck!” She gasped, cursing in a way she rarely allowed herself. “Y-Yang - !”

Yang grunted happily. She kissed at the curve of Summer’s neck, her mouth dusting it with kisses. Her body moved easily, her hips ramming her cock inside however it suited her best. The older woman could only moan as that cock crashed in nice and deep, stuffing her up in a way that left her in trembles – in pleasurable, glorious trembles. Her toes positively curled, though her feet were right up by her head. The sensation of being so slammed full of dick was intensely joyous, and she could not help herself.

“That’s so good,” she gasped out again, her voice breathless. “Your cock is so good, Yang!”

“That’s what I love to hear,” Yang purred. She kissed her neck hard, her lips moving and plucking at that soft, smooth skin. She knew all of Summer’s sensitive spots, and she did not care about leaving hickeys in her wake. “I love it when you moan for me.”

“Mhhhmmmm!” Summer moaned, her body quivering as Yang moved her waist. She dragged that cockout of her as if it meant nothing at all, and she pulled herself around In a brutal, shiver-inducing motion. Insides shuddered and squeezed while folds clamped and swelled with the weight of all that moving cock. It was a pace that was more than hard enough to make her moan out loud, her eyes rolling up halfway into her skull.

The next thrust smashed in gloriously deep, making her gasp out loud. Her body shuddered in Yang's embrace but she remained contained and secured at all points. Her powerful arms kept her legs up and her body tight, though she was, still, held up in the air. She was pressed right against that buxom, muscular body, using it as a stand. Those big, pillowy tits mashed against her shoulders like soft cushions, and the washboard of abs below ground against her spine like a brick wall.

It scraped against her when Ynag moved and thrust, and Summer loved that. She gasped out to feel those rippling, power-laden abs curl and contort against her. She could feel them tensing, feel them flexing, as the blonde moved her waist. She could feel those abs twitching across her skin, helping Yang power her dick backward and forward – and Summer adored it. She soaked in the feeling of all that raw, muscular strength moving against her own body, using themselves for one purpose: to fuck her.

That was it. Yang’s strength, fit for breaking bones, fighting bad guys, and killing Grimm, was used purely to fuck Summer senselessly. It was being used to hold her up in some sloppy, slutty full nelson banging, and to slam her cock up into a hot pussy. It was there to ream her out, to fuck her brains out, and Summer was loving it. Every last bit of that casual, but careful, manhandling pleased her. That was what she wanted, and that was what got her off the hardest.

She was happy to moan as Yang pounded up, thrusting her dick into the soft, silky glove of her pussy. She moaned and wheezed, filling the room with those lewd cries, as Yang held her up and took her. it was sloppy, Summer knew that. Maybe too sloppy for a woman of her older years, and in general, probably more slutty than most girls would go through, but whatever made Yang happy was the goal.

Yang seemed to be enjoying it, given the way she moved. She held onto Summer and groaned hard, her hips pushing with endless firmness – just hammering that fat prick up into the hot, tight seal of her pussy. She used the position for what it was meant to achieve, and rammed up nice and hard and fast time and time again. With her muscles, concepts like strain or effort were not important, and she could move herself like a total, absolute unit; endlessly rough, relentlessly powerful. 

She rutted that huge, powerful cock in and out, grinding and scraping at all angles, at all points. It was an intense, wheezing moment for Summer, who merely shook in Yang’s tight grasp. Her body was pinned, her legs flopping, her toes curling; totally trapped in her arms, absolutely pinned down, and she was loving every last second of it. It was intense. It was intoxicating. She was in love with it, despite the almost mind-twisting sensations that it brought her.

“Just like that!” Summer cooed. She did it just for Yang’s benefit, but gosh, she really feel it right then. “D-Dust, I love that, I love that cock, Yang!”

Yang made a noise. She flexed her arms and bounced Summer in her grip, easily carrying her up and along her fat, thick shaft. Summer rocked with each movement, her very tits shaking around as the cock came crashing home. Again and again, the hung blonde hammered it into her, easily, almost effortlessly, nailing her, stretching her out, and making her wheeze. The sheer intensity was mind-addling, and the sensations coursed up and down her spine in the most satisfying of ways. 

Summer whined, and could do little more than whine as the sensations rolled over her. Her eyes winced and gasped, her breath coming out in gasps and wheezes. She moaned as Yang powered into her, fucking her in that rough, full nelson position. She brought her hips around and crashed into her welcoming, sodden core, and then pulled back again, drawing and dragging out with lustful intensity. In and out, sweeping through her, effortlessly nailing her.

“Fuck,” Yang groaned against her shoulder. Her lips kissed and nuzzled against her neckline, plucking at that soft skin. She nuzzled against her even further, even deeper, running against her with honest, eager warmth. Her mouth planted down rather hotly, and she slipped in with an easy twist. She carried Summer’s body along while suckling on her neck, leaving shameless, sloppy hickeys in her wake.

Her hips pushed, allowing the washboard of her abs to flutter along Summer’s spine. Every bit of her musculature was apparent right then, allowing her to oh-so-easily ram into her body. She crashed into her cock, then pulled herself around again she was moving hard and fast, really just fucking Summer. The woman knew she was going to be sore in the morning, if she was even going to walk at all. That, however, only made it even more delicious, and she soaked it in for moments and seconds.

“Yes,” she found herself moaning, “yes –“

Yang groaned against her neck. “You are just way too hot, Summer.”

She pressed in and slammed upward with her hips, then held still. She just thrust, unleashing her full force in that one movement, and thrust into Summer so hard that it felt like her entire body was going to break. The woman moaned out loud for it while the blonde simply held herself down, tight and controlled. It was not a thrust of release, and she didn't hit her peak – she just sort of held herself there, basking in the glow of sex and the tightness of pussy. 

“Turn your head,” Yang ordered. “Look at me.”

Summer turned her head partways around, and before she knew it, her lips were feverishly attacked by Yang. That hot, greedy mouth pressed in and just started to go at her, kissing her hard, and missing her fast. It was sudden, but it was not entirely unexpected. Summer knew that sort of thing, and she was almost used to it. She moaned out as the younger girl so possessively kissed her, shoving a tongue into her mouth and going down hard.

At the same time, with Summer still in her arms, Yang began to walk. She strode away from the little table and swung the woman around to face the seat of the lounge, then quickly swept over it. It was a few short steps, really, but moving around in a woman’s arms while being jammed-full of the biggest dick Summer had ever even reasonably heard about was not simple. It pressed, ground, and shoved against her core every bit of the way, and that made her eyes feel like rolling.

Yang let go of her legs, springing them forward. For a moment, the pressure and weight of gravity almost became unbearable – but it was only for a moment, and in the next, she was dropped to the lounge in a sticky bundle of limbs. she hit it front-first, but that was mere seconds before Yang grabbed her and twisted her around. She manhandled Summer’s body every bit of the way, and the older woman could only cry out in pleasure for it.

She did not mind it one bit. She groaned as Yang swept forward so fast, so quick, just a bundle of muscle and curves. She pressed their lips together while leaning over her hotly, hands all over her body. They pressed against her narrow waistline, along her breedable hips, and up to her chest. The girl pawed at her breasts, hefting up those generous C-cups, and squeezing into them nice and hard – bending them out of place with her immense strength.

Summer did the same, naturally, and she moaned while doing so. Her hands rose up to press against those delicious abs, and she raked fingertips over them with lustful passion. She felt the strength curl against her, flex and flutter in place, and it made her groan. The feeling of it, the tight sensations, was incredibly pleasant. All that raw, heady strength made her head spin, and it hit all of her kinks at the same time.

Yang kissed her hard. She shoved her tongue into her mouth and feverishly went at her, more trying to fuck her mouth with her tongue rather than simply making out. Still, Summer found it hot, and she readily, happily embraced it. She moaned about it, and the blonde did too, in her own way. Yang, though, was still moving, hovering over Summer, her tits swinging forward. Her hands roved down to grab the woman’s hips, and soon, she greedily moved on.

The kiss continued when Yang got on her knees and pulled Summer’s hips up into the air. She lifted them a good inch from the lounge so that she wasn’t actually touching it. Summer squeaked and threw her legs out for purchase, toes curling against the leather, but Yang had her secured – her grip and strength were immeasurable. That very grip tugged her forward, urged her against the dick ahead, and sent that thickness stabbing against her pussy.

A second later, Yang was pulling her onto her dick. She drew Summer forward, dragging her forward, and impaling her on that thick, heady slab of meat. She urged the woman onto her cock once more, and Sumer happily embraced it with a moan and a squeak. Pleasure coursed through her as that hard shaft came slamming home all over again, rutting right into the wetness of her snatch. It was so easy, so precise, and yet, so amazing.

Summer moaned into Yang’s mouth. She groaned against her, that tongue still working in so nice and deep. Saliva squished and slurped between them, but it was a very distant second to the feeling of that hard cock slamming home. Yang rutted it into her as if starved for the contact, as if she had not gotten enough already, maybe, she had not. It really did not matter, because if she was happy, then Summer was happy.

Yang hammered forward and crammed that girth into her. Dickmeat pounded deeply, filling up her pussy to the brim and then some besides. She felt so full, really: every inch of her just stretched and swollen about that hardness, her insides utterly stuffed with meat. She was stretched, she was crammed up to the brim, and she was loving it. Her eyes really did just about roll to feel it, and a series of powerful shudders ran along her spine in the interim. 

Yang kissed her hard. She kissed her and gripped her hips with intensity, a ferocity that was hard to handle. She pulled on Summer’s waist and drew her forward, urging her deeply onto the meat of her cock – shoving her down firmly, and impaling her securely. Her hips rolled, grinding that fat dick against her overstuffed folds. Her washboard abs wriggled, tensing with feverish motion, and pleased Summer considerably.

Her hands pressed against them after all; she felt them up, felt their wriggling, their flexing, and loved it. She clawed at those hard abs even when Tyang moved, drawing her cock out with an easy, effortless tug. She drew it out all at once, tugging free in a wet rush of contact. Walls shuddered and rippled around her dick, and folds quivered at the hungry touch of it all. Juices churned, creating a stick, and utterly sloppy, symphony to fill their ears with.

Yang pulled her mouth away for a hot moment, a quick breath of pure need – and that noise more or less turned into another kiss not even a second later, this time initiated by Summer. She rose up, kissing Yang just as hard as she was kissed in turn, grinding lips together and offering hot, breathy gasps up to the air. Yang, all the while, adjusted easily, her hand digging into her hips, pulling on her with incredible strength.

She tugged her away from her cock and pulled with her hips at the same time, vacating her pussy with lewd ease. She tugged back again so hard and fast, drawing that harness out of her glistening snatch to the sound of bubbling and the noise of crushing. She thrust around again just as hard and just as fast, crashing into her hungry pussy with raw need. The impact was dizzying, the thudding of flesh intense; a perfect sort of movement for them all to enjoy.

Yang pounded forward and drew backward with muscular ease. It took nothing at all, though she was leaning so far over Summer that her tits swung forward with the weight of gravity. She was even still holding her hips up, carrying them into the air, possessively shoving them against her waist and hammering dick deep inside. She fucked with tight, muscular motions, each one somehow harder than the last, and Summer groaned for every last bit of it.

Lips pulled away again, and Summer offered up a hot moan to the air. “F-fuck, Yang! I love h-how you fuck me, yes –“

Yang smiled down at her. She licked her lips and pulled her torso a bit more upright, allowing her breasts to proudly bounce. They still jiggled with motion as she threw her hips forward, for that amount of movement, that level of speed, ensured that they were made to wobble. That did not matter for her, not in fighting, not in combat, and not in fucking - the weight of her chest was a familiar quantity to her, and something she easily brushed past.

“And I love,” Ynag husked, “The way you take my cock.”

She held Summer’s hips up and rutted between her legs. It was a strange, pseudo-missionary-like pose, and one meant to showcase Yang’s strength and control. It was there to totally manhandle Summer to show who was in charge, and the woman was loving it. Every bit of it enticed her. The lewdness, the silliness, the strength on display, it was a perverse delight that made her wetter and wetter with each stroke.

“Harder!” Summer moaned. “ H-hah!”

She panted hard, gasping for air and moaning in pleasure. Her chest heaved both from the ferocity of her breaths and the sheer friction that trembled through her. tits quivered in the wake of Yang’s slamming, and those purple eyes above greedily feasted upon the view. Everything about Summer pleased the blonde girl, and she consumed it with her eyes just as much as she did her body. It was hot; it made Summer feel so wanted, so desired, that it sent a flush up her neck.

“Fuck me,” Summer groaned out, “with that big cock, Yang. Maidnes, slam me full, please –“

Her breath spurring matched the desperation of her body. She was sure that Yang felt it: the tightness, the heat, the milking ripples. Summer was getting close again, fucked to another heady peak at the hands of Yang’s amazing girldick. The way she moved, the way she treated her, was just too good for words. That might have been the singular greatest reason why the two of them remained together over years: Yang was just that good of a fuck.

“You close again?” Yang said in a scratchy, breathy sort of voice- she, too, was clearly starting to feel the strain. Of course, that didn't stop her from slamming forward, all bouncing tits, flexing abs, and fluttering hair. “Gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Y-yes,” Summer sighed, her voice just as scratchy. “I’m so close…!”

Yang gripped her hips even tighter, pulling on those broad, child-desperate hips just a little bit harder. “Then cum for me, yeah? Come around my cock, beautiful.”

She hammered down with strong, deft strokes, churning juices into an obscene lather, and spearing through folds at a relentless pace. The heady drilling pounded against Summer’s very womb as if asking for entry, as if begging her to open up and allow a kid or three inside – and Summer was happy to let it. She let those sensations carry her away, and she groaned loudly for it. More and more did her voice fill the room, but she did not care if anyone outside heard it.

“Yes,” Summer moaned, “Right there, fuck, right there, yes, Dust, yes, mhm!”

Her entire body quivered, then spasmed. Everything tightened up hard, almost contracting in place – muscles taut, her toes curled, her fingers sliding into the nooks for feminine abs. she squealed and rippled with motion as she hit a peak – a peak she did not see, since her eyes had long-since squeezed down shut. Still, she moaned and came right around Yang's thrusting dick for still yet a second time, reaching a tumultuous climax.

“That’s it, babe,” Yang sighed out. “Cum for me, my beautiful girl.”

Yang kept on going, though her thrusts were not as fearsome, nor as intense. She slowed gently while Summer came around her cock, letting her bask in the glow of it all. It was a moment of tightness, of rippling muscles and spurting juices. It was sloppiness made manifest, but they both loved it. Summer really could not do anything other than mewl over the sensations coursing through her, and she let it happily fill her head up with numb thoughts.

Yang held her and rolled her waist. She gradually let her down, pressing Summer’s plump ass against the lounge’s sofa. She pressed her in place with overwhelming firmness and once more leaned over her to connect their lips together in a kiss. Firm, taut, almost unyielding, she slipped against her and kissed her full on the lips. Summer moaned for it with gratification, the satisfaction of such a touch rushing through her body. She shivered with the feeling of it, happy to indulge in that casual lewdness.

But Yang was not yet done. She pulled on Summer’s waist, then on her legs, her hands moving with strength. She knew what she wanted and what she was doing, and Summer was just taken along for the ride. Even as they kissed, Yang pulled on her legs, drawing them up and against her broad, fit waistline; she pulled with strength and twisted them until ankles faced the ceiling, then pushed down harder still.

Just like before, as with the full-nelson, Summer found herself being folded in half once more. Only, that time, she was on her back, and she had her step-daughter on top of her. She had the woman pushing her legs down, guiding them over her shoulders, and pushing with firm intent. The blonde pressed her tight down, folded her beneath her, and Summer really just squeaked every inch of the way.

Her calves rested against Yang’s impossibly fit shoulders, which then applied pressure and forced her down even more. She was quickly compressed beneath that fit, buxom body, her legs locked in place just by her head. She felt plump tits swung and pressed against her own, nipples even rubbing for a lurid second, before they moved again. Her body was quickly captured and pinned beneath Yang in what could only be a mating press, as if really, thoroughly trying to seal the deal.

Yang broke the kiss with a wet touch, then offered a lusty little growl. “You look so gorgeous like this, Summer.”

She pulled with her hips, stopping any immediate response. It was a hard, rough tug that sent the cock roughly extracting from the woman’s insides. Though she had felt it a dozen times before, many times that night alone, it was still a rush of contact that made her folds shudder and her petals quiver. It was intense, and it ground down against her like paste. She shivered to feel it, her entire body just sort of quivering with blissful overstimulation. 

She really did feel like she had been fucked to the brink, with every push leaving her a bit more breathless. It was like Yang just could not stop. She was an absolute unit during sex, and her stamina was so apparently limitless that she just did not have to stop. She had not even cum yet, and that only made it even more intense. It was pure, mind-addling sensation, joyous and lewd, just perfect, really.

“I love seeing you like this,” Yang said again, her voice husky and hungry. She rocked her hips and brought herself around, making Summer whine. “I love having you underneath me.”

“I love it, too,” Summer gasped out. “I love it so much –“

The cock slammed forward with abrupt intent. It crashed down, impaling Summer in a rush and drawing out a sloppy squeal from her voice. She whined out, gasping, her spine curving, and her tits flinging out In a rush – but Yang was right there on top of her, skin to skin, body to body, their curves rubbing and their fit bodies sliding. Those bigger, fuller tits were all up against her, squished down and in place in the most mesmerizing of fashions.

“ I – I love having you on top,” Summer moaned out breathlessly. “It’s so amazing, Yang.”

Yang pushed down with her hips. She drove her cock in deeply, penetrating her in a hot, sloppy rush. The head of her dick nudged against that deepest of spots, caressing her womb with lewd intent. It was a solid stroke, and one that sent a fuzzy rush up into her skull itself. It made her eyes roll and her toes curl, and that was only made even better by the way that Yang pushed down.

“I love your cock,” Summer gasped out. “I love being beneath you, gosh, it’s so, so hot!”

Her moans made Yang chuckle breathlessly. The girl seemed excited by her words, clearly hooked on the slutty praises leaving her lips. She drank them in and let them fuel her as she slammed her hips forward, bringing them down in a hard, crashing stroke. When she pulled back again, it was just as intense and just as firm, a movement that made her insides sing with pleasure and flutter with reluctance.

“You’re the hot one here,” Yang chuckled. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

Yang's body was tight against her, and her hands were possessive. She found Summer’s hands and bounced them beside her head, even while pinning her legs down with her shoulders. It was a full-on, sloppy mating-press, totally folded, totally trapped in place, and it satiated all the most desperate of Summer’s desires – those urges to just be captured, pinned down, fucked, and knocked up, in that particular order.

Yang managed all that and more. The way she moved her hips, the way she thrust and dropped down, was purely enjoyable. It was mind-addling, really, and it sent surges of pleasures up into her skull. She groaned out loud as the blonde rammed down, pounding her cock up to the very meaty hilt. The head thudded against Summer’s cervix, and that impact was so rough it sent her entire body into pleasurable contractions.

“Fuck me just like that,” Summer wheezed out hard. “Fuck, please!”

Yang did just that. She did not need to be told twice, not as she rolled her hips and brought herself around. She pounded Summer in that wet, sloppy mating press, her hips ramming forward with lewd intent. Their hips met with dizzying thuds that were sure to turn skin red and balls thudded against her sticky slit with sloppy intensity, making even more of a mess over everything – but that made it just as enjoyable besides.

Hard breaths left Yang’s lips as she brought her body around. Every muscle flexed with power as she rutted into Summer’s aching body, filling her up with inches and inches of dense cockmeat. She drilled down with totally lewd intent, pounding away with nothing but frenzied hunger. Ksin clapped together loudly and lewdly, filling the room with tremendous, fleshy sounds that could likely be heard even in the rooms beyond.

Each thrust made Summer’s legs bounce against Yang’s shoulders, but neither of them minded. They just gasped and mewled out breathlessly, shivering in joy for the sheer intensity of it all. Arms remained pinned by the wrists, simply because the younger girl took full, total control of her body. She held her down and kept her captured while endlessly plowing forward, drilling into her clamping folds with delirious intent.

“You feel so good around my cock.” Yang groaned. “You’re so amazing, Summer!”

Summer gasped, then wheezed. The breath was being almost literally fucked out of her lungs each time that Yang shoved herself forward; so hard and fast that it was delirious, totally mind-addling. In and out, backward and forward, slamming and shoving and thrusting – then pulling back to do it again, then again. She brought herself around in rough arcs of motion that left Summer on the brink, as if something inside of her was just going to snap.

“Fuck me, Yang, fuck me just like that,” Summer kept on groaning. “U-use that cock to make me your woman, please!”

The words were so lewd, so silly, but Yang groaned out her appreciation. She slammed down even harder still, nailing her with long, deep strokes of enthusiastic action. In and out, backward and forward, really just hammering away – and Summer was hooked; her consciousness was just one long stream of overstimulation, and that was quite difficult to pull away from.

“Make me yours,” Summer practically begged, “I don’t want anyone to ever – I want everyone to know that I’m yours, fuck, fuck, Yang –“

“Yeah?” Yang grunted hungrily. “IS that what you want?”

“So bad,” Summer moaned out. “I want to be yours – just yours!”

Yang hammered into her in that feral, lusty mating press. Hips dropped, bodies clapped, and skin met with dizzying thuds of contact. In and out the blonde worked herself, sending inches of meat crashing down time and time again. She rutted into that soft, fleshy snatch, and then tugged herself back out around again – easy, hungry, and deft. She slammed in deep, and each knock against Summer’s womb sent a desperate fire within the redhead.

“I want you to – I want you to cum in me,” Summer groaned out happily. She was not even thinking about her own words anymore; she was just letting her desires take over. “I want you to fill me up, Yang!”

Yang grunted in confusion. “H-huh? You… Huh?”

Her movements, however, did not stop. She was still moving, still hammering away. Her hips launched her dick forward in rough smashes that knocked against Summer’s womb time and time again, leaving her head spinning and her eyes rolling. The adult woman was almost drooling, really, such was the raw intensity of it. She was hooked on the sensations, and thus, felt totally gleeful in the words that left her mouth.

“I don’t want you to pull out,” Summer groaned happily. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I – I won’t walk right for the next n-nine months.”

“Oh, Dust,” Yang groaned, “That sounds so ridiculous - but so fucking hot.”

It did, and they both laughed- but with that laughing came huskier breaths and deeper pants. Yang almost had to capture Summer’s head in her hands and lock eyes with her; purple on silver, nice and tight. She stared down at her while pounding her in that sloppy, toe-curling mating press, where stomachs were flush and tits were squished down together.

“You want me to knock you up?” Yang asked hotly. “Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes,” Summer moaned. “Yes, yes, I do. I want you to – t-to seal the deal and just fill me up.”

“That’s so hot,” Yang groaned – and pushed down harder. “If you say it, I can’t resist. I won’t be able to pull out, Summer.”

“Good – I don’t want you to,” the redhead gasped. “J-just fill me up, Yang, a-and breed me!”

Yang hesitated, if only for a second. “T-that sounds so hot, b-but – what about –“

“Just do it!” Summer begged. “I feel you throbbing and – and – fuck, I want it so bad, Yang, please, just make me a mother again, make me yours - !”

Her sloppy words, her dirty talk, really had the desired effect. Not only did Summer have a breeding kink a mile long, but so, too, did Yang, in her own way. The blonde could not resist her words for very long at all, and it seemed like she took them to heart, given how her face twisted and her brow furrowed. She let out a reluctant, yet eager, groan, and she threw her hips down in hard, slamming thrusts of pure intensity.

But her dick throbbed hard. She was close, right at her peak; control would be elusive. She could not go on forever, and Summer’s words were the kick she needed to teeter over that sloppy edge. And, soon, she did. The blonde rammed down harder and faster, her cock engorged, her dick throbbing and pulsating with want. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, each harder than the last, a fit of motion that could be described as womb-knocking sex, and then – 

Yang slammed down hard, and that was the final time she moved at all. Her dick hilted itself in one hard motion, one rough press, and the entire thing simply crammed its weight down in a single, remorseless rush. It was beyond intense. The entire thing practically lodged itself against Summer’s womb, and from the way it throbbed, she was sure it was trying its hardest to breed her already - and it had not even cum yet.

And then, it did. The entire meaty thing throbbed, and it swelled, and it burst in remorseless intensity. Even more suddenly, Summer was able to feel the utter heat of a hot, thick load of cum simply smash into her cunt, all at once. A sudden, hot, creamy load of seed that washed against her insides and crammed it over in gooey whiteness, spattering everything in reach, plastering everything in immediate warmth.

“ Fuck!” Summer squealed, her spine arching and spasming - but locked as she was in that sloppy mating press, there really was nothing to be done at all. She could moan, she could groan, but she was locked into a certain creampie by that point. That was precisely what happened as hot, overflowing waves of creamy release sloshed into her snatch, painting over those silky pink walls in nothing but seed.

Gooey baby-batter rushed out to paint her twice over, coating every wall, nook, and cranny with its intensity. Summer had felt it before, but never inside of her. She always knew that it was a thick, creamy thing, meant to knock girls up. She’d felt that much, but taking it inside was so much more potent still. Every string, every rope, was thick as syrup, and it rushed through her as if it had a single-minded desire to breed.

It painted her insides as if it wanted to conceive right then. It spattered against her cervix with gooey intensity, pumped out as it was by that fat, throbbing cock. Yang grunted and held herself down, totally pinning Summer beneath her weight in a truly feral mating-press. Her dick jerked and twitched and unleashed itself, coating her womb with its thickness - flooding her with so much seed that her baby-maker couldn’t hold out.

Summer simply mewled breathlessly as baby-batter slammed her full. So much, so hot, so gooey, that it was insane. It covered her twice over and left her eyes simply rolling. She moaned for it like a total whore, lost in the heat of the moment. Her womb was drowned in cum. Her snatch was flooded with baby-batter. She was stuffed up to the brim, and it hit her so intensely that it got her off again.

Summer came and wheezed in the same breath that Yang did the same in turn. Her peak rushed through her whilst hot cum slammed into her snatch, painting her up from top to bottom and back again - so much hot, bubbling seed that it was insane. It gurgled all the way through her snatch and back again, just to stuff her up to the very aching brim. She was utterly stuffed with baby-batter, crammed totally full.

If there was not a better signifier of pregnancy, she did not know what it would be. She was stuffed, filled, crammed, every adjective under the sun that her mind could think of. She loved every last second of it. She had not felt so full in a long, long time, and that left her sighing and moaning and really just shivering in total, absolute need. 

“I feel so full, ” Summer whined out breathlessly, her head spinning around in happy, yet dazed, circles. “I… f-fuck… fuck… ”

Yang half-collapsed on her. She was breast to breast and stomach to stomach, resting against the woman all too firmly. It was a mixture of squishiness and strength, and that was a delicious thing to feel. She released Summer’s legs, but they had been up in the air for so long that the bloodflow left them entirely numb. 

Yang groaned softly. “Fuck, that was so good. That was so hot. ”

“Y-yeah,” Summer groaned shakily. “Yeah, it was…”

Yang looked over at her. She leaned in, brought her arms up, and wrapped them around Summer in a subtle - but firm - sort of way. “How did that feel for you, baby?”

“It was great,” Summer sighed. “The last time… I was this full, I was pregnant with Ruby.”

Yang paused - then shuddered out a shaky breath. “Y-yeah? That so?”

Summer grinned in a tired sort of way and ran her finger along Yang's strong body. “Mhm… it is.”

Yang licked her lips. “Are you okay with that? Getting pregnant, I mean. I don’t know - if you were just hyping it up, or what, but we’ve never done it unsafe before…”

She trailed off.

Summer warped her arms around Yang’s neck and almost cuddled her. “Trust me, it’s more than okay. There’s nothing I want more than to have your baby, Yang.”

Yang let out another hot breath. “Are you sure? I mean -”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Summer told her. She was tired, and she was full, but she wanted to say the words. “There’s nothing I’ve wanted more, sweetie. Nothing at all.”

Yang started at her. Then, she grinned and shook her head. “Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s so hot.” Yang pecked Summer on the lips. “You’re so amazing, Summer.”

“Amazing that I want to make a baby with you?” Summer purred.

“Everything about you,” Yang husked as she peppered her with sloppy kisses, “is amazing. Your mind, your body, your personality - everything.”

“Now you’re just flattering me!” Summer laughed between those kisses.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Yang purred. “But I mean it. All of it. You’re the best woman… like, ever. ”

Summer kneaded her fingers into Yang’s hair, despite how touchy the girl was about such things. “You’re even more amazing, Yang. And I mean that, really.”

The two lost themselves in another hot kiss. It might be some time before the two of them made it home together, but they would certainly enjoy every minute of that alone time.