Author's Note: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.

Chapter 23

"Oops?" Weiss balked, turning to Yang, who bit her lip. "I-I...I…" Weiss laughed, gesturing vaguely with her hand. "I did it, I did it!"

"You did it." Yang managed, giggles escaping as Weiss grinned. "Whoosh!"

"I did it, I summoned a fireball, I-I did it a-and I set fire to the rug but I did it, I did it!" Weiss gushed, hands shaking before her like an excited child. Yang was laughing openly at the sight, barely reacting when Weiss tackled her. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you Yang Xiao-Long!" She squealed, before pushing a kiss onto the aspect, who finally stopped laughing to kiss her back, or tried to, barely lasting a few seconds before snickering again. Weiss was left straddling the prone goddess as she dissolved into another laughing fit. "It's not that funny!" Weiss whined.

Yang shook her head. "I-I made you whoosh, ahahahah!" She managed before succumbing once more.

Weiss huffed, thinking of the shiver that had thrown her off...a familiar heat became evident, and she grinned. "Well then." She leaned down, grasping Yang's hands and pinning them above her head. Yang gasped, gaping and grinning up at her. "Why don't you make me whoosh for real?" Weiss purred. Yang flushed red, lips pressing together. For a brief moment Weiss smirked, only to scowl as Yang burst into yet more laughter. "Oh forget iiiiit!" Weiss shrieked as she found herself flipped, Yang looming over her.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask." Yang grinned.

"Yang mng!" Weiss was smothered by Yang's lips on her own. She could barely mount a defense as they covered every inch with piping hot kisses. She gasped when Yang bit down lightly on her lip, squeezing her hands and giggling.

"You're so responsive." Yang purred against Weiss' chin as she slowly journeyed down her throat. "So full of life...your skin is so soft and pure...and you're so warm Weiss." And it was the truth. Weiss was indeed still warm, her heart beat steadily, for a vampire at least, calmed though it may be from her feeding, blood still thrummed strong beneath the skin Yang worshiped, trailing kisses along her collar, and reaching her shirt. "Hmm, this is in my way." Yang hummed, planting a teasing kiss against the first button of Weiss' top.

"Then take it off!" Weiss growled down, meeting Yang's playful gaze.

So Yang did, with her teeth, button by button as Weiss gaped at her. Yang never broke eye contact, relishing the deepening flush of Weiss' perfect face as she slowly destroyed the garment, which split apart to reveal a lacy white brazier.

"You humans and your barriers, I think we should institute a no underwear rule!" Yang growled, tearing the delicate fabric apart, revealing Weiss' modest bust, which rose and fell with her quickening breaths. "And you call me a goddess…" Yang grinned, leaning down to plant a kiss upon one rosy red nipple, her hot lips enveloping the sensitive nub entirely. Weiss let her head drop with a strained moan, Yang's ministrations spreading around the flesh of her breast, covering its surface with searing affection, before switching, coaxing yet more whimpers and moans from the pent up vampire. "Don't resist Snowball." Yang murmured, planting a kiss between her lover's mounds. "I like the sounds you make."

With a nibble, Weiss groaned, kicking her legs and bucking. "Stop teasing!" She whined. Yang chuckled, sliding her fingers from between Weiss', lightly clawing down her arms as she shifted lower. To credit Weiss, her hands remained in place, embedding themselves in one of the silk-covered pillows, bracing herself as Yang settled on the hem of her skirt.

"I kinda' like a little clothing, spices things up, makes it seem rougher, but these…" Yang's hands dropped to the thick woolen tights Weiss wore. "I'll have to replace these too...but first." Yang dipped beneath Weiss' skirt and pushed her face between her legs. Weiss yelped at the sudden warmth and pressure, then shivered upon hearing Yang breathe in. "Mmmm, you smell amazing...oh, Snowball, you're melting." Yang teased, and with a rough tug, Weiss felt her tear the material apart. Weiss resisted the urge to wrap her legs around Yang's head as hot breath ghosted across her exposed, sodden underwear, warmth surging through her nethers at the exposure. "Oh dear, another pesky obstacle." Yang smirked, leaning in to plant a kiss on the matching lace...and run her tongue across its surface.

"Y-Yaaaaang!" Weiss keened, pulling the pillow over her head.

"It's so beautiful down here Weiss, I wish you could join me, but I don't think you're that flexible." Yang giggled, planting another kiss on Weiss' inner thigh.

"Pwwph." Weiss' muffled voice whined through the pillow.

"What's that Snowball?" Yang grinned, pecking the opposite thigh, which twitched as she nibbled on the sensitive flesh.

Weiss slid the pillow upward to hiss at Yang. "Stop teasing me you glorified nightlighuagh!" She arched as in one movement, Yang pulled aside the soaked garment and ran her tongue along the full length of Weiss' core, lingering on the bundle of nerves at its tip.

Yang shivered at the unfettered sweetness and relished in the choked whine with which Weiss rewarded her. Weiss had never experienced anything like this, no human could compare, especially no inexperienced servant girls. Yang's tongue almost stung from its temperature, but Weiss knew no harm would come to her, and relished in the sheer heat running along her most sensitive lips, every inch covered in her lover's adoration, every movement coaxing whimpers of bliss from the convulsing vampire, and then the tongue journeyed inward, plunging into her depths, lavishing them in increasingly deeper affections, but never straying from her delicate bud for long.

"Ah...Yang...hah!" Weiss gasped as a weak spot was brushed within her. She knew herself very well. Loneliness had fostered a healthy self-love life, and Yang was honing in on her weakest points and exploiting them with reckless precision. It was impossible, it was maddening...it was stopping, leaving Weiss with an ache in her core, barely smoothed by an apologetic kiss. "Yang what…" Weiss half questioned, feeling the weight between her legs shift, until the pillow was removed to reveal Yang once more kneeling tall before her, bare of all clothing, sun kissed skin, gentle motherly curves, and bountiful breasts on display for her guiltless pleasure.

"You're delicious." Yang smirked, licking her lips. She leaned down to plant a kiss on Weiss once more, one hand braced beside her head, the other gently stroking her breast, then warm flesh made contact with her core, and she whimpered. "I wanted to ask instead of assuming...which you preferred, oral…" Yang shifted, and the warmth thrust along her slit. Weiss froze. "Or otherwise."

"I-is that a…" Weiss reached down, pulling up her skirt to reveal the warmth in question, between her legs, jutting from Yang's pelvis was a human phallus, modest in size. "O-oh...wow." Weiss whimpered.

"I may have found...a certain something while cleaning...do you like it?" Yang asked. Weiss could only gape, but managed a little nod. "Is this what you want? I don't mind either way...but I will admit this is more enjoyable for both of us."

"I've never...had a real one before." Weiss admitted.

Yang knelt back, and Weiss sat up, reaching for the offered length. It twitched when her fingers made contact, and they giggled. "They're twitchy things...and ticklish." Yang said, far too casually for Weiss to handle. She laughed, gently examining the member, tracing it down to the stem, Unlike a typical human, Yang lacked testicles, and her…'normal' genitalia still existed beneath, engorged and pink, perfect, like the rest of her, but lacking a clitoris...oh.

"It's...strangely...beautiful." Weiss managed.

Yang chuckled, reaching up to cup Weiss' cheek, pulling her into another kiss. "No one's described it like that before...some men cut the skin, I don't know what form you prefer...I can also do other species...if you're curious." Yang had to hold in a giggle at the flickering reaction to that, confusion, realization, shock and amusement, then a tint of embarrassment.

"No, no this is fine, more than fine, it's perfect." Weiss laughed nervously, leaning in to hide her face in Yang's shoulder, warm arms wrapped around her.

"No pressure...no judgement, never be afraid to try something new...I've never been with a vampire before." Yang soothed.

"Were you often summoned for this?" Weiss questioned.

"Hah, I wish." Yang laughed humorlessly. "But don't think about that, think about us...I live to serve you Weiss." She punctuated the vow with a peck on the shoulder.

Weiss felt a surge of affection, in addition to the arousal still clinging to her nethers like a haze. "Lay down on the pillows." She instructed, pulling back.

Yang obeyed, crawling past and flipping over, the still rigid flesh bobbing about as she did so. She lay there, bared for Weiss entirely. It felt unfair. "No keep the shirt on!" Yang reached out as Weiss moved to shrug it off. "It's silly but, it's really alluring...the skirt can go if you wish though…"

Weiss swore Yang almost tinted a darker shade at the request, but she found herself crawling forward, tights, skirt and shirt in place. Yang was right, the present clothing made her feel...messy, roughened. Atlesian society had its share of conservatives and deviants, but Weiss expected even the latter might not conjure the visage before her, a fire goddess, prone, offering flesh for her pleasure, and hers alone.

"I've always wanted to do this." Weiss admitted, lying between Yang's legs, grasping the length in her hand. "I just never would have thought it would be like this...if I do something wrong-"

"You won't hurt me Weiss, just do whatever feels natural, practice makes perfect." Yang encouraged.

Weiss scoffed at the word. "I never thought anything could be perfect...until I met you." She started with a kiss, planted at the base of the shaft.

Yang giggled. "There you go." Her gently voice purred. "It all feels good." Weiss took that tidbit to heart, pecking along her length. Yang gazed at her lovingly, her breathing growing heavier. Weiss paused as she reached the tip, meeting Yang's eye. She smirked, planting a lingering kiss before ducking down, savoring the satisfied groan Yang released as she ran her tongue all the way back up. "Noooow you've got it."

Weiss giggled as she suckled on a particular spot, switching between kissing and licking around until she was certain most of the member had been covered then gave one last languid lick along the length, met Yang's smoldering gaze, and lowered her mouth over the tip.

"Slowly...oh...oh." Yang tried to warn before gasping as Weiss slowly took up the entire phallus, her nose touching Yang's small patch of pubic hair before she withdrew, gulping in air.

"I did it!" Weiss gushed, beaming with pride.

"You've been practicing, haven't you?" Yang teased.

Weiss barely blushed as she crawled over Yang, catching her lips in a long and sensual kiss. "A girl gets curious…" She trailed off. Looking down, her core hovered over Yang's sex, so she lowered herself, rubbing against the warm length.

"How are you feeling?" Yang probed.

Weiss kissed her again. "Good, alive...I love you." She paused, to wrap her arms around Yang's neck, leaning their foreheads against one another.

"At your pace." Yang murmured as she laid her hands upon Weiss' hips.

"I love you Yang Xiao-Long." Weiss whispered, positioning herself above Yang's tip.

"And I love you Weiss Schnee." Yang responded.

And with that, Weiss sunk down upon the length, gasping as she was slowly filled by the heated flesh for the first time. It was at once familiar and alien. Her prior substitutes were warmed only by artificial means. Yang was, as expected, just shy of a painful temperature, and soft, giving in just the right way, twitching at the stimulation of her silky walls. Weiss slumped as Yang fully hilted within her, stilling to take in the new sensation.

"Mmmm, there's no feeling quite like this." Yang sighed in bliss, planting kisses along Weiss' arm.

"It's so hot...I love it." Weiss admitted, shifting her hips just a little, testing the feeling. The shocks of pleasure that ran along her spine made her legs weak. She scoffed. "Perhaps this position wasn't the best decision."

"But does it make you feel in control?" Yang asked.

Weiss pulled back, looking Yang in the eye. "It does...but...I don't mind giving you control...I am yours Yang, I trust you, I love you." Weiss reassured, pecking her lover on the lips.

"I love you too...hold on tight." Yang grinned, flipping them over.

Weiss yelped as the warmth within her shifted, then withdrew. "Hah Yang!"

Weiss moaned as Yang sheathed herself once more, wrapping her legs weakly around the aspect's waist, clinging as she began to slowly thrust, each impact drawing a squeak or whimper, the likes of which only incensed Yang, gradually increasing the speed of her pumping. Pushing Weiss down, Yang bit a trail of love down her throat, which hummed with whines as Weiss lost herself to bliss, hands clawing at Yang's flest in a desperate attempt to ground herself. Heated nails raked across Weiss' chest, embedding themselves in the supple softness of her breasts, drawing louder exclamations of passion. Weiss was barely able to sob. Yang lost herself in the heavenly feeling of approaching climax, her thrusts slowing, increasing in power. Weiss broke first, eyes bulging as the first wave hit, mouth gaping in a choked, but silent howl. Yang continued to thrust into her stricken partner until she too drove herself over the edge, laughing joyfully as euphoria wracked her form, releasing her physical essence into Weiss' core, until finally she slumped, panting, grinning down at her recovering love.

"You look so beautiful like this." Yang admired breathlessly. Weiss whimpered, and Yang finally noticed her fingers still clawing at her breasts, and released them. "Oh shit sorry!" She gasped. Her nails had cut through the flesh, small crimson crescents remaining.

"Huh?" Weiss slurred, craning her neck down to glance at the wounds. "Oh...s'right...they'll heal...are you okay?"

Yang laughed at that, leaning down to brush a kiss against her lover's lips. "I'm better than okay. I feel amazing...you feeling drained?"

"No, no just…" Weiss cleared her throat, shaking her head and blinking several times before focusing on Yang. "I just felt hazy, light and...I feel really good now." She pushed herself onto her elbows, flinching as her pelvis shifted. "Oh gods...are you still hard?"

"Yeah!" Yang cheered. "Would you like me not to be?"

"No...actually I think I can go again." Weiss bit her lip, staring up at Yang through lidded eyes. "Unless you're tired already?"

Yang laughed, thrusting suddenly, using Weiss' moment of weakness to push her back down flat. She leaned down, drawing Weiss into a kiss, relishing the slowness, the gentleness of Weiss' lips sliding over her own, the feel of their tongues brushing against one another, before breaking away. "I'll always have energy for you...my sweet little Snowball."

At the crack of dawn, birds were barely stirring in their nests, wolves hardly leaving their dens, and yet Weiss was already training. It seemed her excess of energy had not been drained from the vicious lovemaking that dominated the night. The act itself seemed taxing, but after the fact recovery was near instant, and so she decided it was time to adapt to her newfound reflexes in more than combat.

Setting out in the early morning, Weiss and Yang had arrived at the restored training ground as the grey sky began to brighten. It was a disorienting experience, having your limits pushed so far you could scarcely perceive them. They had sprinted the entire trip, and yet again all fatigue passed in short order. Her speed had dramatically increased. She borderline glided through the forest, ignoring paths in favor of traversing uneven ground, only stumbling once in her excitement, much to Yang's amusement.

Weiss began with her familiar fitness routine. Normally it was not so vigorous as her Templar days, with her Huntress duties taking up the slack, but today she reverted to her old ways, and once again found herself lacking in fatigue. Pushups, situps, stretches, light acrobatics, even her long past ballet routine were effortless, her balance nearly flawless. Traversing the obstacle course continued to provide no meaningful challenge. Indeed she felt like an adult playing on children's equipment, fruitless, a waste of her time. At least the bars were enjoyable to swing from.

Pyrrha and Ruby arrived not long after, the latter gleefully joining Weiss in another sparring session, while Yang and Pyrrha once again watched from the sidelines as they fought for dominance. This time both freely used their essences, Weiss dodging Ruby's tendrils, at one point freezing them mid air. They all gasped as they shattered, then gaped as they melted and reformed, Ruby using the distraction to trip Weiss over, much to her frustration.

Eventually Ruby joined Pyrrha in her own drills and Weiss elected to practice her spellcasting, forming and hurling ice spears at the rough targets and trees bordering the southern edge of the field. Though still seemingly proficient in their usage, it never hurt to ensure they were as instinctive as possible, to the point where she could use them even in a blind panic. Even the most seasoned Huntress could fall victim to such a state, and even with her newfound strength and durability, she would rather not risk a Grimm besting her by surprise. Eternal life with an artificial limb would be tiresome.