Chapter 9

Whitley saw the look upon Amber's face and quickly felt a rush of blood flow down into his crotch. He started to reach to close the tent flap, but was intercepted by Amber who practically leapt upon him. She peppered him with kisses nibbling on his ears and neck. Whitley let out a sigh of pleasure, rolling his head back. He slowly laid down, pulling his fiancé upon him. Amber quickly unbuttoned his silk pajama shirt, revealing his bare, toned chest. Shortly after she took off of her top, tossing it to the side. Whitley stared up in awe of Amber, her bare chest on display with only red lace panties covering her pussy and tail twitching excitedly behind her.

Amber leaned back and arched her back, beginning to grind on his rapidly hardening cock. Letting out a few moans of desire, Amber wanted to put on a show for all who may be watching. She didn't actually tell Whitley her plan, but with the tent flap open and her scroll in the side of the tent that "accidentally" is video calling a nearby wagon-dweller, the plan was already under way. Figuring that a little pent up tension might give Blake and Yang some ideas to… release their tension, might as well give them something to think about. She felt her lower core rapidly heating up and growing wet. Through the sparse number of garments separating their privates, Whitley could feel Amber's growing wetness. Her perky breasts began to shift mesmerizingly. Lifting up both hands, Whitley massage one and gently pinched her nipple with his other hand. Amber let you a long pent up moan. She continued grinding like this for a few minutes. The look of lust and awe upon Whitley's face turned her on incredibly quickly. With the knowledge that there might be two others watching with the same face, Amber felt even more sensitive than normal. If she was honest, she probably could have climaxed just from the grinding alone.

"Mmmm Whitley" She let out. "You didn't finish the other night. Now its your turn to let loose." She said, biting her lower lip thinking about his hard cock releasing his seed. "Whatever you want, I'm yours"

"Mphhh… Whatever I want?" Whitley asked, quickly liking where this night was headed after each passing moment. He did have one or two ideas. Without warning, he rose up to kiss Amber, turned her around, and pulled down her red lace panties. She let out a small yelp of surprise, but understood his intentions and quickly complied, now facing the open tent flap. Once on her hands and knees, she swayed her hips, tail following her motions. Whitley quickly struggled to get off his white pajama pants off. His dick practically sprung out, slapping Amber's butt.

"I can see someone is AH–" Amber tried to get out, but was interrupted when Whitley quickly shoved half of his cock into her wet pussy.

Whitley leaned down, kissing the back of her neck, then began to thrust. Amber quickly began to push herself back into each of his thrusts, wanting to shove his dick deeper and deeper within her. They never really had done doggy style before… And Amber was now wishing they had. Whitley's angle quickly began hitting her g-spot with every thrust, leaving her a moaning mess. She threw her head back in pleasure. She forgot about Blake and Yang as her thoughts were turned into mush. She felt her first orgasm quickly coming.

However, Whitley wasn't done. Quickly whispering "Let me know if this gets too rough", he grabbed the base of her tail with one hand and tugged her hair with the other. All Amber could do to respond is let out a very loud moan that turned into a scream as she was pushed over the edge. Something within her absolutely loved both her tail and hair being pulled, it made her absolutely melt in pleasure. Whitley kept up his pace, extending her orgasm feeling her attempt to milk his cock. Her legs began to quiver as she came down from her pleasure high. She immediately started slamming back into Whitley now desperate to feel another climax as heavenly as that one. Whitley couldn't help but stare down at her now glistening ass as it rippled every time their hips met. Quiet now thrown out the window… or tent flap in this case, Whitley began to grunt and moan as well.

"Fuck… this feels amazing Amber." Whitley managed to get out. All the reply that he got was a loud moan, with Amber shaking her head in agreement. Her eyes began to roll back, tongue hanging out while she lost herself to the pleasure. The two lovers continued like this for quite a while, driving both of their travel partners quite… wild.

About 15 minutes earlier, when Amber and Whitley's fun began

Yang settled down in the wagon, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep and leave the next day. Her time seeing Blake had been… awful actually. She didn't expect Blake to lash out like that, but after spending most of the day by herself, Yang couldn't blame her. She abandoned them… Ruby after the final fight with Salem. She was not there for her little sister.

Yang let out a long tired sigh. Putting in her headphones, she began listening to a band she recently discovered. The chorus of "Heart of Novacaine" rang quite loudly through her mind, while she closed her eyes and took one last drink from the flask to try to drift off to a restless night of sleep. Yang felt herself slowly fading out of consciousness.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

The song quickly cut off as her scroll began to ring. What the hell? Thought the blonde brawler. Whoever is calling this late deserves to be… Amber? Yang looked down at her scroll, a video call asking to be answered. Deciding she didn't want to be seen, Yang pressed the option to only speak, but allow to see Amber's video. And man, she was greeted with a sight. She had a side view of Amber undressing Whitley, then taking off her own top. Yang watched as the fox Faunus grind on the youngest Schnee. She got a bit worried that they didn't mean to call. Yang began to start to Yang up, but Amber gave a quick look and wink into the camera. Yang froze. What in Ohm's name is she up to? Yang, very much awake now, sat up and watched the fervent grinding of the lovers.

Whitley then switched positions, giving Yang even a better view as Amber was bent over, and taking Whitley's cock. Yang became increasingly aware of her own heat growing between her legs. As she watched and heard Amber have her first orgasm, Yang felt her hand drifting. It snuck under her shirt and up to one of her sizable breasts, giving her nipple a quick pinch. She let out a soft moan. It had been quite a while for Yang, even just pleasuring herself. Clutching her scroll in one hand, focused on watching the erotic display before her, her other hand let go of her breast and drifted down quickly under her shorts and panties, brushing across her glistening folds. She quickly inserted two fingers inside herself, letting out a louder moan. Yang matched the pace that Amber was being fucked with her fingers. Images flashed in her mind of being in Whitley's place, having a strap on and taking Amber from behind. Her pace quickened. More images flashed where she was Amber's position, being filled by Whitley's impressive cock. Submitting and giving into the pleasure. Her thumb began to circle around her swollen clit. Yang was so close. Through her headphones she heard Amber give out another loud shout of pleasure. Yang felt her orgasm just on the edge. Just one or two more thru-

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Yang for the second time of the night froze, holding back a loud groan of pleasure as she came and squirted a little over her hand.

"Yang?" She heard Blake's voice outside the wagon. "Can… uh can we talk?"

Trying to catch her breath and come down from her high, Yang responded "What… What do you want?"

About 10 minutes earlier, when Amber and Whitley's fun got serious, as well as Yang's

Blake sat by the dying fire, trying to work up the courage to go talk to Yang before she went to sleep. She saw both Whitley and Amber head to their tent, noting that they left the flap open. She might have to go close that later. She stood up, poured some water of the fire and was going to head towards the wagon. However, as she did this, Blake with the help of having very good eyesight in the dark, saw Amber on all fours with a euphoric face and pleasurable moans coming from her. It wasn't hard at all to tell what was going on, what threw Blake for a loop was she locked eyes with Amber briefly. The cat Faunus watched as Amber's head was pulled back and she gave into the pleasure. Amber came down from her high, briefly tried to make eye contact once again, but began to lose herself to the moment.

At this point Blake had sat back down, legs spread, with one hand rubbing her folds over her pants. Blake felt the moisture rapidly grow. This fox Faunus is quite a naughty one, Blake thought. She toyed briefly with the idea of heading over to the tent and asking to join in. Blake pictured herself at the front of the tent, being eaten out by Amber as she is rammed from behind. She bit her lower lip imagining this, wanting this, but she was still distracted. Blake decided before she could give into her fantasies, she had to deal with Yang. Reluctantly pulling away from her slick core, Blake stood up and headed toward the wagon. Moans and sounds of pleasure were more than noticeable from the lover's tent as she paused briefly before the wagon. Still not really knowing what to say, Blake decided what the hell, and knocked.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Yang? Can… uh can we talk?"

"What… What do you want?" Blake thought the brawler sounded a bit out of breath.

"I wanted to talk. About earlier. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you."

"Its fine"

"No, its not" Blake wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. "Look. I think I might out of anyone understand why you did what you did. With Adam, after the Fall of Beacon, I ran. So would be a bit ridiculous of me to get mad at you for doing the same thing. You eventually forgave me for that, even though it costed you the most." Blake paused, in case Yang wanted to speak up.

A few moments past.

Nothing.

"So I guess what I am trying to say is I understand… and I forgive you."

Yang sat in the wagon in silence, not realizing how much she needed to hear those words until they were spoken.

Blake continued. "And… I know you probably plan on leaving once we reach the town, but if not, it would be nice to see you for a few more days… to actually catch up." With the sounds of pleasure in the background, Blake couldn't help a few… risky thoughts pop into her mind involving the curvy brawler.

Still though, Blake was met with silence. She turned to leave.

"Okay… I'll stick around for a couple of days." Yang responded.

Blake turned back towards camp, smiling. She also realized that the sounds of love-making had ceased, and the lovers' tent had been closed. She arrived back at her tent, curled up and drifted off to sleep, looking forward to the next few days in Kuroyui. The night passed quite quickly after, as all four members of the party were quite worn out from an active night.

/* End Chapter Notes

Happy Holidays! Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter, though it is shorter than most of the others. That being said as always I love to hear comments/critisisms about my writing, as I would like to improve and feel like I can. Hopefully the next chapter will come out during this coming week, but with holiday plans/vacations I am unsure of exactly when it will be. Once again, happy holidays!

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