Chapter 49

Yang stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel, using it to dry off before wrapping it around herself. She exited the bathroom and made the short trip across the hallway to her room. She slipped through the door and turned to the dresser, sliding a drawer open to grab some underwear.

"Oh Yang." Pyrrha called from behind her.

Pyrrha's voice was different, deeper, and Yang would have said sultry if not for how it wobbled. "What's up?" Yang asked, turning around. The sight that met her was a shocking one. Pyrrha sat on the edge of the bed, clad in lacy, skimpy lingerie, accompanied by thigh-highs and a garter belt, all a rich crimson that matched her hair. The attire was fairly standard fare from the "sexy lingerie" section, notable only for how revealing it was, but Yang had never seen Pyrrha wearing anything like it. A pair of fluffy pink handcuffs dangled from her fingers. The look on Pyrrha's face was superficially confident, but there was doubt in her eyes. Even if Pyrrha was less sure of herself than her appearance was meant to convey, Yang was sold, at a loss for words. She could only manage one. "Wow."

"I-I thought we could try out my...s-surprises." Pyrrha explained.

Took her long enough to work up the courage. Yang thought. "Y-yeah, let's do it." She let her towel drop. "You want those cuffs on me or you?"

"You...i-if you don't mind." Pyrrha replied.

Yang found Pyrrha's rapid shifts between confidence and nerves to be absolutely adorable. "Not at all." Pyrrha stood, allowing Yang to slide onto the bed. Initially she laid down face-up. Pyrrha gestured with her hand for Yang to turn over, and she did so. Pyrrha clasped one cuff around Yang's prosthetic wrist, then fumbled as she tried to loop the other through the gaps in the headboard. "I didn't think pink was your color."

"It's not, but they're just the cutest." Pyrrha cheered. "I mean uh…" She failed to finish the thought as she clamped the remaining cuff on Yang's free wrist. "Now then, the other surprises." Pyrrha paused. Yang could barely contain her excitement. It was so unlike Pyrrha to initiate, let alone do anything out of the ordinary. Sure, handcuffs were amateur-level kink stuff, and the lingerie was nothing if not conventional, but for Pyrrha it was major progress, far outside her comfort zone. "Shoot."

"What's wrong?" Yang tried to turn around to look at Pyrrha, but she put a hand on her back, pushing her down.

"I-I just forgot a blindfold." Pyrrha declared. "Um...what could...here." Pyrrha grabbed a shirt from the floor and used it to hastily cover Yang's head. It was not the sexiest solution, but it did the trick.

Yang could hear Pyrrha digging around under the bed, then opening a box before fumbling around with something. The sighs and huffs she made indicated her growing frustration and a consequent dip in confidence. Yang felt the need to do something to keep her on track. A joke would work. "You practically threw a bag over my head. I don't know if you're about to fuck me or waterboard me."

"Siopí!" Pyrrha shouted, firmer than anything she had said so far. Then with a smack, Yang felt a sharp sting on her rear. She whimpered and jolted, before falling silent and still. "Oh my God I'm so sorry!" Pyrrha gasped. Yang could hear something fall to the floor. "I didn't mean...I did it without thinking and I should have asked and I-"

Pyrrha was panicking, babbling on, and Yang knew she had to do something. She easily slipped the cuffs. They were not tight, and Yang's prosthetic allowed her to narrow her hand unnaturally besides. In an instant she flipped over and sat up, pulling the shirt off her head and tossing it aside. She found Pyrrha standing there, hands over her mouth, tears in her eyes, shaking. Yang reached up and pulled her into a seated position beside her on the bed. "Pyrrha-"

"I'm so sorry!" Pyrrha pleaded. "I just wanted-"

"Shh." Yang silenced her, pulling her into a hug. "It's alright, you didn't do anything wrong. I was just surprised, that's all." Yang noticed the riding crop on the floor beside the bed, an elaborate "P" embroidered on the handle. Could it really be Pyrrha's? "Calm down, everything's fine."

"Did...did I hurt you?" Pyrrha asked. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I-I mean I did but not really in a bad way."

"No, no, I just wasn't expecting...that...uh...I actually...kinda' liked it." Yang admitted. "Which is surprising...and a little conflicting...where did you even get a riding crop? There's no way you could have fit one in that bag the other day."

"It's not actually mine." Pyrrha explained. "It's Ruby's." Yang raised a curious eyebrow. "Well, Penny's formerly. When I was moving the last of my things I bumped the bed and it fell from the headboard, it must have been pinned against the wall. I called Ruby to ask what to do with it, and she...she suggested I put it to use. Apparently they lost it before they ever got to use it. And then when I did try it I did it all wrong and I'm sorry-"

"Pyrrha, it's fine!" Yang insisted.

"She told me to tap you lightly on the inner thighs." Pyrrha continued. "She called it a precision tool. Then I just went and smacked you. I guess I was trying to get into the right mindset...maybe I did a little too much."

"It was really, really hot, I assure you." Yang encouraged. "Well, maybe more adorable than really hot. You need to be more confident."

"I know, I'm sorry." Pyrrha sighed.

"Stop apologizing." Yang commanded. Pyrrha opened her mouth to speak. "And don't apologize for that!"

"I blew the mood didn't I?" Pyrrha groaned. "I had a whole thing planned out too."

"You could re-cuff me and we could pick up where we left off." Yang suggested.

"I feel like the moment's passed." Pyrrha frowned.

Yang reached down to pick up the riding crop, and for the first time noticed something on the floor beside it - a very large yellow strap-on. "Uh...Pyrrha...was this your other surprise?" Yang held up the sex toy.

"Yeah, I was going to tease you a bit, then hit you with the surprise." Pyrrha nodded.

"It's huge!" Yang exclaimed.

"Really?" Pyrrha asked. "It's not even as big as the dildo you got me for my birthday last year."

"You mean the comically oversized one?" Yang asked. "That was a joke gift."

"Oh...huh." Pyrrha said.

"You've been with a man before, you must know that's not a normal size." Yang pressed.

"Well, it's not that much bigger than Ren." Pyrrha explained.

"It's not?" Yang gasped. "He's...holy shit, I always thought Nora was exaggerating. So uh...that fivesome..."

"Well...maybe." Pyrrha allowed. "I still need to work up the courage-"

"Wait, you're really considering it?" Yang was taken aback.

"I mean...sure." Pyrrha nodded. "I want to try new things. I already deeply care for Nora and Jaune, and my love for Ren has never faded. I can see myself...allowing such an arrangement."

"Lingerie, toys and BDSM, what's next a harem?" Yang chuckled. "I like this new you, so exciting, and what did you yell when you whipped me?"

"Siopí, it means 'silence' in Mistrali." Pyrrha answered. "It's what a Mistrali matron yells to bring her husband or children to heel. I wasn't really sure how to be firm and all that, except how my parents used to discipline me..."

"Well, it's sexy as hell." Yang enthused. "Say something else! Something sexy!"

"Um...eíste ntónats mou." Pyrrha said.

"Hmm...perfect." Yang moaned. "What does it mean?"

"You are my donut." Pyrrha replied.

Yang smiled. "I totally am."

Weiss awoke to moaning. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she was met by lidded silver, and such dilated gold they appeared black. Blake's heat had officially begun.

Blake in heat was...a ferocious lover to say the least. Their first time had been quite calm and peaceful in comparison, with Weiss and Ruby both serving Blake loyally after their own orgasms. This was a completely different Blake. She took and gave in equal, aggressive measure, seemingly endless in her stamina. Blake devoured them as if they were her last meals, mounting and rutting them. Weiss had used a feeldoe on numerous occasions with Neon, but never had she been so aggressively rutted as she was by Blake. It was glorious, it was euphoric...it was exhausting. The first day passed in a haze of pleasure and pain, blood was drawn tooth and nail, and they loved every second of it. Luckily, the rooms were relatively soundproofed, and even then Weiss kept a gag in as often as possible.

Difficulties arose on the second day. They barely managed to sleep during the night, Blake's urges only allowing for a few hours break at most. She tried to reign them in, if only a little, but as she described it, they were like holding a ball under water, the only way to win was to give in. So give in they did, they gave their all, over and over again, until they literally could not give any more, and passed out.

"Ruby...Ruby, sweetie wake up." Blake whispered.

Ruby scrunched her face up. Yawning, she slowly opened her eyes to see Blake's flushed face. "Blake? Are you-" She yawned again. "Ready to go again?"

Blake frowned. "I think you should go to my room, Weiss too. You need more rest, and you won't get it here."

Ruby shook her head. "No, I'll be fine. We'll be fine. We can handle it. Just need a power nap."

Blake frowned even more, hands balling in the sheets. "Ruby...if you are very, very certain, I won't push anymore. God knows I want you head between my legs right now...but please, don't push yourself farther than you can. You're exhausted, you're trying your best, but you don't have my stamina...please go get some proper rest."

Ruby could feel her eyes drooping. Shaking her head to stay awake, she sighed and nodded. "O-" She yawned once more. "-kay...Coco and Velvet will probably be there, so we'll...tag them in."

Blake huffed a chuckle. "Some wrestling match this is." Reaching over, she shook Weiss, who awoke with a start.

"Pickles!" Weiss exclaimed. "Oh B-" She yawned. "Blake, sorry I fell asleep."

Blake smiled, gently cupping Weiss' face and leaning in for a kiss. Weiss blearily melted into it, attempting to follow when Blake pulled away. "Go with Ruby, get some rest." Weiss opened her mouth to object, but Blake lay a finger on her lips, silencing her. "No arguments. Go, now. I love you both."

Weiss pouted, but gave in when a half-dressed Ruby threw her nighty and underwear at her. "What about you?" Weiss pulled on her panties, and Blake reached over to Ruby's desk drawer, pulling free a bag of rolled blunts and a lighter.

"Catnip will take the edge off." Blake replied. "If Coco and Velvet are up for it, they'll come over...Weiss, are you sure you're comfortable with that."

Weiss pulled her nighty on before fixing Blake with a frown. "I would prefer to be here at the time, but I stand by my words Blake."

Blake smiled, waiting for Weiss to shrug on a robe before pulling her into a hug from behind, burying her nose in Weiss' hair and drinking in her scent. "I love you. Did I ever tell you that?"

"Once or twice." Weiss smirked. "But a few more will never hurt."

"I love you." Blake chuckled. "Ruby...Ruby."

Dozing on a chair, Ruby shook awake and jumped top her feet. "I'm awake, I'm awake...group hug?"

Weiss opened her arms, and Ruby ambled over with a smile on her face, falling onto Weiss and wrapping around both her girlfriends. "Hmm, comfy and warm."

"Don't fall asleep again." Weiss ordered.

"Mngno promises." Ruby mumbled.

"Alright, come on." Weiss pushed Ruby away. "Before you pass out, kiss Blake goodnight.

Blake poked her head around Weiss, and Ruby gave her a final, sleep kiss. "Gnight Blakey, play nice."

Blake shuddered, then grinned, rubbing her nose against Ruby's. "No promises."

Coco was just slipping off her robe when a knock rung from the door. She sighed, giving Velvet, who lay nude beneath the covers, a tight grin. "Soon babe." Velvet pulled the covers further up to her chin, face flushed. With medication her flares were very rare now, but they still hit fairly hard when they arose. Neon had probably come by. Whenever Sun was off doing something she tended to hang around with them. She'd probably join in anyway. As Coco pulled her robe's sash tight something thumped against the door.

"I'm awake!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Ruby?" Coco opened the door to reveal a rather bedraggled Weiss holding Ruby by the scruff of her top, the girl in question rubbing her forehead.

"Sorry, I kinda' dozed off." Ruby apologized.

"Are we interrupting anything?" Weiss asked.

"Uh, no." Coco lied. "Come in. I guess Blake went into heat?" She closed the door as the pair walked in. Ruby flopped onto Blake's bed and fell asleep on the spot.

Weiss sighed, sitting on the bed's edge to face Coco. Noticing Velvet, she smiled apologetically. "Sorry for the short notice, but we've been too busy to talk to anyone."

"Emphasis on busy I take it." Coco smirked.

Weiss huffed, rubbing her eyes. "She's voracious...hello Velvet...are you okay?"

Velvet held the sheets up to her nose, face flushed even deeper. "You smell really strong."

Weiss twitched, at first offended before she realized what Velvet meant, and flushed herself. "Oh, sorry Velvet."

"It's okay...it's really nice." Velvet said. "Is Blake uh...is Blake handling things well?"

"Well enough I suppose." Weiss replied. "She convinced us to leave for the night, to get some rest...and if you're willing, she would appreciate the company."

Velvet perked up, a hungry look on her face. "Oh fuck yes!" In a burst, she flung off the covers, baring her entire body to Weiss, who froze as the Faunus crossed the space to hug her, mushing Weiss' face into her rather generous chest. "You guys sleep tight and we'll take good care of her."

"Velvs, honey, boobs, shirt." Coco grinned.

Velvet hastily let go of a rather shellshocked Weiss, allowing Coco to slip a shirt over her head. "Sorry Weiss, I forgot."

"U-uh it's fine." Weiss stammered. "It's fine, I'm fine, you're fine, they're fine...I should get Ruby beneath the covers. Weiss shook her head free of the cobwebs and turned away from the still half-nude Velvet to wrestle the covers from beneath a comatose Ruby, who mumbled in her sleep, snuggling into the pillow.

"Weiss." Coco called. Weiss turned to her, and she took her hand. "Are you all really sure about this?"

Weiss smiled and nodded. "Goodnight Coco, Velvet, and thank you." After they left, Weiss slipped beneath the covers, wrapping her arms around the sleeping girl and pulling her close as exhaustion finally caught up to her. "Goodnight Ruby, I love you."

Weiss awoke to the sound of a door closing.

"Crap." Neon mumbled.

"Mng?" Weiss groaned.

"Sorry Weiss." Neon whispered.

"Neon?" Weiss yawned.

"Afternoon sleepyhead." Neon greeted. "Been worried about you guys."

Weiss allowed herself a drowsy smile. "You worry too much…" She yawned again. "Mnwe, we're fine...just busy."

Neon chuckled and Weiss suddenly picked up the rich scent of caramel mocha. "I know, I can smell it. Also, Velvet texted me. I brought muffins and a mocha, and a hot chocolate for Ruby, if she ever wakes up."

Weiss looked down at her sleeping partner, who had turned around during the night, huddling into Weiss' arms, head laying on her shoulder, her red streaked hair flowing gracefully over her back. It had grown substantially since the start of the year, slowly but surely, not nearly to Weiss' or even Blake's length, but still a far cry from the near bob cut she sported when they met. It was beautiful. Weiss could not help but run her fingers through it. Looking up at Neon, she smiled. Neon sat on Velvet's bed, a tray of cups in her lap and a plate of muffins in her hand. "Thank you Neon."

"Ah, it's no problem." Neon shrugged. "Heat's taxing on loved ones."

"Believe me, I know now." Weiss agreed. "I was honestly expecting yours to come first however."

"Mine tends to come some time before Solstice, so not much longer now!" Neon noted. Weiss shifted into a more seated position, not waking Ruby who continued sleeping like a stone, cuddling into Weiss' stomach and whining sleepily. "Everything she does is adorable." Neon passed over a mocha, taking her own from the tray before putting it on the bedside table along with the muffins.

"Too adorable, it's criminal." Weiss nodded. "Thank you." Taking a sip, she nearly moaned as the hot, creamy liquid coated her tongue. "God I love you right now."

"Only right now?" Neon giggled.

Grinning at the jab, Weiss still felt the need to reassure her friend. "Come over here." Putting aside her cup, Neon moved to kneel beside Weiss, who leaned over to bump her nose against Neon's. "I love you." Weiss murmured, before catching Neon in a gentle kiss.

"Well, when you put it that way…" Neon's gaze lowered. "Heya Ruby."

Looking down, Weiss was met with sleepy silver eyes and a smirk. "Hey you two, ha-" Ruby yawned. "Having fun without me?"

"Just waiting for you sleepyhead, c'mere." Neon leaned down and began peppering Ruby's face with kisses. Ruby laughed and giggled until Neon caught her lips, ending the assault with a final strike.

"You taste like chocolate." Ruby noted.

"Hot chocolate." Neon confirmed. "I brought you one."

Ruby perked up. "Oh, she's a keeper Weissy."