Not Four! Four? No, Not Really! (23WYNM bonus chapter)

Chapter 1

“Whaaat!?” Ruby whined with a horrified look.

“She isn’t coming Rubes.” Yang patted her little sister on the top of her head.

“Yeah, I think she is busy studying or something?” Blake postulated out loud.

“No! No! This isn’t acceptable!” Ruby flopped back on her bed with an overwhelming frown.

“It’s ok babe, we can just play, the four of us.” Penny comforted.

“I’m just as well if we play or if I cuddle up in Yang’s bed with a book.” Blake shrugged apathetic as she materialized a novel into her hands from seemingly nowhere. She had grown to have a true appreciation for the comforting scents of her lover’s beds. Though her preference would be either to actually be curled up with both of them or to be in a bed which had both of her mate’s scents, but she would settle for just being curled up in the bed of either her soulmates as long as she had a decent book. Maybe that appreciation stemmed from whatever the mating marks on her neck had done to her, maybe simply because she was a cat faunus and the idea of cuddling up with a book for a lazy weekend was always of an immense delight to her. Either way, she delighted in it all the same.

“We don’t have Weiss! No Ilia, no Velvet! We don’t have the new girl June we were doing this for?! This is a tragedy! We can’t play again without everyone else!” Ruby complained further. “Wasn’t the point of this to welcome June to beacon?”

“Ok, ok, Ms. Drama Queen Rose.” Yang teased, gently gravitating back to her bed, a hand slipping back to caress gently behind Blake’s ears to the faunus’s delighted purrs. “But what do you want to do about it now? What do you want kiddo?”

“I! I want…” Ruby whimpered before a grumble from her tummy interrupted her. “I wanna eat.”

“How’s about we go grab some food? My treat. Maybe we’ll even run into Ilia and Velvet or June while we are out?” Penny offered.

“Hmm? Food?” Ruby popped up on her bed.

“Yes! Let’s get some food.” Penny cheered, pulling Ruby the rest of the way up from her spot on the bed.

“Maybe we can try to play again later?” Ruby checked with the other two.

“Course Rubes. We’ll see you later, ok?” Yang smiled to her sister.

“Any time.” Blake shuttered, Yang’s caresses at her faunus ears still ongoing.

“See you guys!”

“So?” Yang turned around, her sister gone. “What’cha wanna do now?”

“I’m good just reading.” Blake seemed happy a moment, but suddenly her disposition turned to a frown as Yang turned around and pulled her hand away. “H! Hey! I- I never said to stop!” She whimpered, slightly flustered, and frustrated by the fact. Had it always been so easy for the blonde to get her going? To rile up even from such a simple touch?

“You want me to pet you some more kitten?” Yang smirked like she knew exactly what she had been doing.

Blake glared up to her. “Th- that’s not fair.” She squirmed.

“What’s not fair?” Yang pretended it was nothing, like she had no clue.

“You! You!” Blake ground her teeth.

“Does the kitten want something?”

Blake growled.

“Does she want to play?”

Growls died to a weak whimper as Blake’s eyes pleaded. “Not fair.”

“I love you.” Yang sang sweetly.

“W- we don’t have Weiss here.” Blake’s eyes darted around.

“Mhmm, it’s not like she won’t feel it.” Yang faked a moan; an incredibly fake moan, but to Blake’s displeasure and dismay, she loved the sound all the same.

“But- but-” Blake stammered, the urgency of her wet panties seeming to build proportionately as Yang inched closer to her.

“But what? Does my kitten not want to play? We don’t have to if you don’t want? I’m more than happy to cuddle while you read if that is really all you want? I do love snuggling up against this little spot on your neck.” Yang purred softly as she lowered her hand to the marking she had left on the faunus’s neck. All it took was a gentle caress of her warm fingers, and Blake felt like a puddle.

“Ahh! Y! Yang! I-” Blake stammered, an entire mess that just desperately needed relief.

“That’s my kitten. Now, what do you want?” Yang nearly lost herself in that heated look of need settling in the depth of Blake’s dilated pupils and behind half-closed lids. It had her riled, craving to feel the other woman.

“Yang… please.” Blake’s eyes pleaded as she closed her book, placing it on Yang’s nightstand where she had placed her phone earlier.

“You are so sexy like that, I’m just breathless watching that need build in your eyes.” Yang admired, her free hand already beginning to undo her belt and aid her in removing what clothes she wore.

“Love you.” Blake whispered, weak to all that was Yang.

“I love you too. Now, I think it’s time these come off.” Yang pulled gently at Blake’s pants.

The faunus gulped, nodding eagerly as her hands rushed to rip the pants off, to make herself bare for Yang, her sex and need open and evident.

“So beautiful.” Yang gaped near breathless at the sight of the beautiful faunus stripping for her.

“Yang~ please.” Blake half whined, her hands slipping off her panties before slipping back up her body. Incredibly impatient, the faunus found her hands stopping, one at her core and the other at her breast. Pulling and pinching at her nipples with her left, Blake’s right hand parted her folds, as if more with the intent to entice Yang than to actually derive her own pleasure.

“Fuckin-” Yang gasped at the sight, unable to hold herself back any longer. Her hands stole both of Blake’s, slamming them down against the bed with a force that left the faunus with wide open and needy eyes. “I love you, kitten.” She offered the morsel of softness to her mate to reassure her at the sight of just a little too much fear in her eyes.

“Thank you.” Blake mumbled a whisper.

“Don’t thank me yet. You’ll be really mad at me in thirty minutes.” Yang smirked before lowering her head to kiss gently at Blake’s chest.

“Th- thirty minutes?” Blake shivered at the thought.

“I don’t get to take my time when it is the three of us, you and Weiss… too impatient.” Yang mused, more than eager to take her time with something that deserved such the attention.

“What are you going to do?” Blake asked out loud, already painfully aware of the answer.

“It’s been a long time since any of us drew one of these out.” Yang inched herself lower, all the way down so that she was kissing at Blake’s beautiful black tuft of hair down there.

“Half an hour!?”

“Well, I don’t need to spell anything this time, so why not take my time?”

“Maybe because you prefer your faunus soulmate still some semblance similar to sane?”

“Wait, do you really think I could drive you insane by just edging you that long? I was just hoping I could make you a little mess of soaked faunus shuttering and reeling for a couple minutes!” Yang cheered, far too excited at the idea of all but lobotomizing her girlfriend with orgasms.

“Yang!”

“Sorry babe, but only one way to find out!” Yang’s smile grew inhumanly wide before she simply delved down for her favorite snack.

Any thoughts Blake may have had prior to Yang’s licks lavishing lower lips simply evaporated. Once upon a time, the faunus thought that she might just be able to one day grow accustomed to the beautiful relief of her mates tasting her, consuming her, devouring. What a fool she must have been? Months and months with both Weiss and Yang, and still she could never hold herself together against the sensation of her mate going down on her. All the faunus found herself able to manage was to tie her fingers up in the blonde’s wild locks.

“Atta girl.” Yang mused into Blake’s muff, lapping up every inch as she enjoyed.

“God! I- god, that’s- Yang.” Blake found her eyes slipping shut as one of Yang’s hands slipped up her body to grope at her breasts with the perfect balance of greed and care; just what she needed to feel both loved, and that perfect type of used for her mate’s pleasure. She expected Yang’s efforts to be in vain soon, that the blonde’s attempts to edge her would fail horribly as her pleasure shot past its normal rate. She thought she would feel a climax crashing down upon her at any moment, but Yang was far too experienced in bringing both herself and her mates to such perfect raptures. Just as Blake felt relief inevitable, there it was, Yang began to slow down. Licks turned slow, languid in pace. Though Yang was nice enough to refocus some efforts up top, pinching and rolling Blake’s nipple in her fingers. It hurt, in the absolute best way; that way that left her clit pounding and her walls clenching around nothing. God did she want- no! Need! She needed to feel Yang’s fingers, to have them pressing inside of her, stretching her. Her body needed the release, she needed to feel her soulmate bringing them both to that true climax.

“You good?” Yang checked, looked up from between Blake’s thighs. Despite her pause, she continued to mercilessly continue playing with Blake’s nipple.

“No! No, I’m not! N! Need! Need to!”

“No, you’re fine. I’ve edged way more than this before; and that means you have too. You’ll be just fine love.” Yang patted the other woman’s belly playfully, leaving the evidence of Blake’s wetness there in her wake.

“N! Not the same!” Blake groaned, looking to the side at the exact same moment one of their scrolls dinged. “Uugh, fuck.” She went to reach for it, but suddenly the hand that had been at her breast was holding her back.

“No! You are mine right now, now whoever is texting you.” Yang threw a deadly glare.

“B- but! I-” Blake whimpered.

“But, would you rather me edge you for an hour or thirty minutes?”

“Wha- What!” Blake stammered, sudden terror in her eyes.

“Don’t touch the scroll.” Yang warned simply before lowering her head once more to return to her task.

From there any thoughts Blake might have had about grabbing her phone seemed to just melt away; in fact, all her thoughts seemed to melt away as the blonde consumed her, lapping up her wet hot need just to pull back. Maddening! It was fucking maddening! How in the world could Yang have managed to do that to herself for hours on end? Even as her fingers entwined themselves and fought to force Yang’s head back down, the other woman was just too strong, too good, too perfect. She kept Blake riding that edge, demanding the other woman ignore as both their phones went off and off and off.

It wasn’t till Blake was on the verge of tears, breaking at every touch, only able to handle but one or two licks before her walls clenched on nothing, painfully close, just one touch away. Only then did Yang speak back up. “Wanna cum? Wanna cum again and again?”

“Yang! Please! Please! N! Need to!” Blake cried out.

“Of course.” Yang took to harvest while the crop was good. Her fingers slipped in with ease, curling just to assault the faunus’s weakness from both ends. Her tongue swirled and slurped, sucked, and savored. The first was too obvious, the sound of Blake’s voice breaking with pleasure. Crashing down upon Yang, it was only the best encouragement. Two came almost just as fast, the faunus writhing and bucking up as if she could have actually handled more. Feeling everything her partner could, she knew this just wouldn’t be enough. Three and Blake had recovered just enough to scream. Yang felt the pleasure mounting it’s taxing effects, but that wouldn’t stop her, not even as she choked on Blake’s perfect taste. Four came a whole half-minute later with the faunus pounding a fist on Yang’s back, pleading for a reprieve from everything that was just so many too much.

“Aye, no hitting!” Yang laughed breathless as she pulled up from Blake’s thoroughly loved muff and the soaked sheets laying underneath it.

Blake tried to speak, her mouth opening and closing in between desperate breaths.

“What’s wrong kitten? Too much?” Yang kissed her way up Blake’s body.

“Too! Much!” Blake groaned, her voice overly hoarse almost sounding like it belonged to a corpse instead of the beautiful faunus.

“Maybe we should get a safe word?” Yang suggested as her arms seemed to envelop all aspects of the dark-haired woman.

“Did it seem like words would have been any help?” Blake furrowed her brow, her whole body just melting into Yang.

“No, no, maybe not.” Yang mused, snuggling into her mate, adoring the way the faunus fucked silly clung to her.

“We need to check out scrolls.”

“No, we need to cuddle.” Yang settled, her arms squeezing Blake and taking away the choice.

“Maybe… maybe just in a little~” The slightest moan and they both felt it. Small, tiny in comparison to what Yang had been committed to giving them both.

“Did! Did you - did you just cum?” They questioned each other together.

End of Chapter 1

Hey! So! Badger here! I am so sorry for my recent absence. I have been without my laptop this month, plus exams, and yeah. Not a good excuse, but I really did need to prioritize uni this month.

On the bright side, I do have another project in the works that is soon to be ready to be public. I enjoy it a lot, it is another RWBY fic, and again, it is poly. There are some aspects some people might not be attracted to at first, but I really do think it is good and that people will like it. Thank you all for your support! It means the world to me.