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Sparse gray asteroids tumble in a delicate dusty ring. Sanus is a pale blue globe below, painted by splatterings of multicolored forests and brushstrokes of rust red deserts. The penumbra of night’s shadow creeps over the eastern ocean, near where the atmosphere’s blue glow meets the surface’s curve. The shattered moon Patch hides out of sight on the opposite side of the planet.
A miniature warship floats among the rocks. It is a standard three-floor stack of piloting atop cargo atop the reactor. Guns are posted on each of the four sides of its hull. The main engine exhaust is a cone on the bottom, and several smaller thrusters point off the sides to perform rotations and corrective movements.
“This the rock we’re looking for?” Yang asks.
“Yeah, those holes aren’t craters,” Blake responds.
The two of them are in the cockpit, strapped in their seats, each looking at the same video feed on their control screens. Outside the ship floats an asteroid covered in holes. They extend far deeper than any impact crater, twisting within the rock and vanishing into its lightless interior. Bits of torn metal reflect pricks of sunlight in the void around it.
Yang and Blake are out here on a huntress mission to kill a gorthwyrm. They’re a real nasty type of critter, enormous worms that live in asteroids and eat passing ships. Their hides are multiple meters thick and most bullets just bounce off. Normally, killing them requires enough explosive power to destroy the entire asteroid they occupy, and even that runs a risk of just pissing them off. It’s massively expensive and risky, but to keep Sanus’s rings safe for space travel somebody needs to go out and kill these things.
Yang can do it just by plugging her aura into the ship and powering up the regular-ass guns with her Semblance. So here she is, single-handedly saving Vale millions of Lien.
“Think we should’ve got Ruby and Weiss to come along?” Yang asks.
Blake rolls her head on her headrest to look sideways at Yang. “Don’t humble yourself, I doubt you even need me here.”
“I like having you here though,” Yang says. “Need someone to talk to.”
“And it’s nice to get some time with just the two of us,” Blake says. “I’m always just a bit on edge knowing Ruby can burst under the door even if we lock it.”
Yang snorts and laughs. “She’s not gonna do that, she knows what we get up to. And even if she did, don’t pretend you wouldn’t find it hot!”
Blake’s face flushes red. “Not with her! She’s your sister! Maybe, um, if it was Weiss though…”
Yang splays her fingers over her face and feels a big nervous grin. A mix of red hot embarrassment and undeniable interest bubbles up from her chest and into her brain. “Holy shit. I almost feel like Weiss would do it on purpose. You know deep down she loves it when we make out in front of her.”
“I kind of wish she’d just admit it and not always act like she’s scandalized,” Blake says.
“I think pretending to be shocked is part of the fun for her,” Yang says. “And she knows we wouldn’t do it so much if her reaction wasn’t so funny.”
Blake smirks and says, “I appreciate that you always make it clear when you’re flustered.”
Yang mutters, “I… can’t help it. Gods know I’ve tried.”
Blake taps on her screen, leans forward and squints at one of the holes. “Check it, we’re being observed back.”
Yang takes a look on her own screen. The gorthwyrm is poking its head out one of the holes. It is the same light gray as the asteroid, hard to spot if one isn’t looking for it. It has beady black eyes above its wide, toothy maw. Atop its head a blowhole puffs out clouds of dust. It stares blankly at Yang and Blake’s ship.
“There’s our guy,” Yang says. “Nice of it to stand still and let me blow a hole through it. Let’s get to it then…”
Yang rolls a cord out the side of her seat and plugs it into the aura projector clipped on the back of her shirt. Her aura flows from the port in the back of her neck and floods through the entire ship. Her awareness momentarily expands across the entirety of its hull, and she feels enormous until it settles in and the feeling fades.
Blake plugs herself in as well and Yang feels her aura mix into her own. She has a cooler, smooth-flowing feel that’s pleasant against Yang’s jagged heat. Yang feels a flash of Blake’s body, a few hints of what she’s feeling—that is a downright fascinating amount of lust.
Yang looks at Blake, puts her chin on her fist and smirks. Blake waggles her eyebrows and smiles back. When emotions leak across aura it goes both ways so Blake’s fully aware Yang just felt that.
Blake points at the worm on her screen. “How about you pop a hole in that before thinking about mine?”
“Like your mind isn’t as deep in the gutter as mine,” Yang says. “Sure, though. Watch me burn.”
Yang grabs the controls and points the ship’s guns at the gorthwyrm. She closes her eyes, rolls her shoulders back and focuses on her aura running through her neck. She tries to get into the right headspace to trigger her Semblance: Think about what she loves, what she needs to protect, let her compassion flow through her veins and pump her muscles and pistons full of fire.
Except nothing seems to be coming out. Her aura’s flowing as normal, but it’s not carrying any fire. She doesn’t really feel anything towards her opponent. It’s not threatening her, or anyone she loves. She knows it’s been destroying ships, sure, but she doesn’t know the name of a single person it’s killed. She can’t form any personal connection to it. She can’t burn without an emotion to fuel the fire.
“…I can’t get it up,” Yang says.
“What?” Blake responds.
“My Semblance runs off strong emotions. I don’t feel anything about this gorthwyrm.”
Blake taps her fingers on her armrest a moment. “How about nostalgia? Remember that first flight at Beacon when we fought one of these?”
Yang wiggles her hand and goes, “eeeeh.” Nostalgia isn’t something she enjoys much because she’s the happiest she’s ever been in the present day. Her past is mostly painful memories.
“Okay, well, does it have to be the gorthwyrm, or can any strong feeling set you off?” Blake asks.
“Anything ought to work,” Yang says. “Have an idea?”
Blake leans her head sideways on her palm and grins. “I may have thought of something.”
Blake releases her restraints, taps her heels together to activate her mag-boots, and stands up. She walks to the middle of the room with her aura cable trailing behind her. She unzips her coat, pulls her arms out and it floats off behind her. She licks her lips, rubs her thumb in the opposite palm, and stares down at Yang.
“Yang Xiao Long, I am going to fuck you so hard it strikes like a match.”
Yang feels her heartbeat start thumping up to the backs of her ears. Her face feels hot and her chest fluttery. It takes all she’s got in her to not light up gold at the mere suggestion. She’s not about to prematurely ignite when Blake’s just suggested the hottest shit Yang’s ever heard.
“Please do,” Yang says. “Let me get these restraints…”
Blake dashes over and snatches Yang’s wrist. “That can wait just a minute.”
Yang’s breath feels like a sauna but she manages to stammer out, “Blake, I can’t take my pants off while I’m strapped in my seat.”
Blake repeats, in a voice just a bit lower, “That can wait just a minute.”
Blake hikes her leg up and gets it over Yang’s lap—nowhere to stand in front of her with the control terminal in the way. She grabs Yang’s cheeks and runs her thumbs across the bumps just below her eyeballs. Yang’s noticed Blake’s eyes always seem to reflect brighter gold when she’s looking at her. There is a lot of that to look at, even if Yang’s hair is tied back to keep it from floating everywhere.
Blake reaches behind Yang’s head and pulls Yang’s hairband off. Gold strands float all around her peripheral vision. So much for that.
“You too then,” Yang says. She reaches around Blake’s head and rolls the band down the length of her ponytail. Blake closes her eyes and leans back into the feeling. Yang pops it off and Blake’s hair floats in a big black circle around her head. She shakes it out and it flicks in waves around her.
Yang puts two fingers and her thumb through the hairband and stretches it in and out. She holds it up to her eye and frames Blake’s face in it. Her cheeks are turning red and a few strands of hair are in the corners of her smile.
“Floaty hair looks kind of ridiculous,” Yang says. She flicks the band off her thumb and it spins away. “Makes me wanna kiss you.”
Blake leans in a bit closer. “What, so I’m too close for you to look at it?”
“Nah, so I can run my hand through it,” Yang responds.
Blake goes the rest of the way and puts her lips on Yang’s. She sucks on Yang’s upper lip and the tip of her tongue pecks at it. Yang runs her left hand around Blake’s neck, her pinkie brushes on the edge of her aura port, and she finds Blake’s hairline. She runs her fingernails from the roots up across Blake’s head. Soft black curls wrap across her fingers. She doesn’t dare stick her prosthesis in there, the joints love to snag strands.
Blake backs her lips off a moment and looks down at Yang’s right hand twitching in her lap. “Looking for something to do?”
“S’fine,” Yang responds. She can easily get lost in Blake with the one hand.
Regardless, Blake slides one hand from Yang’s head to grab her metal wrist. She leads it up to her mouth and taps the tip of her tongue on Yang’s thumb. She slides it down and curls her tongue around the digit, puts it up to her mouth and sets her teeth on the purple nail. Her tongue is rough like sandpaper, which makes it easier to feel with Yang’s prosthesis, it picks up all the tiny hooks and scrapes on the metal. Saliva rolls down to the joint and Yang rolls it a bit to get Blake’s spit inside her thumb. She can feel it in there, slick between gears and pistons.
Yang just wants to reach out and grab Blake, wrap herself all around her. But the restraints are holding her in place, and Blake has positioned herself just out of reach. Sure, Yang’s got full access with her hands, but her entire body is aching for contact, and feeling with her fingers just feels like temptation. She flexes herself forward and pushes against the restraints, the tops of her shoulders and the sides of her hips struggle fruitlessly against metal. The buckle that clicks it all in place goes between her legs. She pinches them together and straddles it, squirms and writhes and hisses. She feels ready to pop. Aura is pounding at the back of her neck, blood cracking through her veins. She has to hold it all in lest she lights up before she’s satisfied.
“Someone’s getting antsy,” Blake says. “Wishing to be released?”
“Mhm,” Yang grunts. She’s not sure she wants to form words at the moment.
The hand still on Yang’s head slides around to the back of her neck. Blake rolls her finger around Yang’s aura port. Her touch highlights the bumpy scars around it, the centimeter rise of the metal from Yang’s skin. Yang hates reaching back there, but Blake can do whatever she pleases and it’ll feel good.
“Are we sure that’s a good idea?” Blake asks. “So much pent up energy, feels like you’re already about to blow. I’m thinking we gotta keep you tied down.”
Yang mentally acknowledges that Blake is trying to do a bondage thing, and concedes that it is hot. But she also does not want to sit in this chair until she cums her pants. “Thinking I’d rather let it loose a bit. You try to compress too much energy and the results tend to be explosive. Don’t want to fire the guns too early, right?”
Blake glances down at Yang’s crotch and presses her lips wide. “Wow, um, yeah. Gotta make sure you’re… lined up with your target before you launch the payload.”
“Yeah so unbuckle me,” Yang says.
“Why don’t you do it yourself?” Blake responds.
“A weapon that acts without being ordered would be rather dangerous, now wouldn’t it?” Yang says. “You’ve gotta give the word.”
“How about I don’t for another minute?” Blake suggests.
“How about I jizz my fucking pants?” Yang says.
Blake grits her teeth to keep from laughing. “Gods, okay, fine. Unbuckle.”
Yang reaches down herself, shoves her crotch to the side to get at the buckle. She presses the buttons to release it and the locking mechanism clicks and unwinds. The restraints rise up over her, and Yang stands out of her chair. She pushes Blake along with her, out of her lap and against her control terminal.
Blake is sandwiched between Yang’s body and the terminal. Now that they’re both standing Yang’s height advantage is making itself apparent. Blake’s arms are stiff to her sides and she’s looking up, grinning while beads of sweat form on her brow. Yang finally has her body pressed against Blake’s and can feel her heart thumping away, heat seeping through her latex suit. Yang needs to get some of the fabric layers out of the way.
Yang pulls her jacket off and tosses it up to the side. She unclips the straps on her shoulders and leans back a bit to roll her overalls down. Blake unabashedly stares straight down at Yang’s chest in her white tube-top. Yang puts her thumb on Blake’s forehead, presses and tilts her head up, and says, “Eyes are up here.”
“No fair, when you’re looking down you can see my eyes and tits at the same time,” Blake responds.
“Your tits aren’t even out!” Yang says.
Blake grins and says, “We both know they still look awesome in this suit.”
Yang sticks her hands under Blake’s armpits and pulls her hard enough to pop her boots off the floor. She steadies her at eye level in the air. “That better, babe?”
Blake wraps her legs around Yang’s. Yang walks her out of the seat and to the middle of the room where they’ve got space. Blake hugs tight around Yang’s body and nuzzles her head over Yang’s shoulder.
“You like being carried, huh?” Yang asks.
“Maybe kinda,” Blake mutters softly.
“Want to take our clothes off now?” Yang asks. “Having your crotch right up against mine but blocked off is kinda killing me here.”
“Sure, take ‘em all off,” Blake says. She lets go and lets herself float, limbs spread out still. She’s not taking anything off herself. She’s floating absolutely still, waiting for Yang to do it.
Blake isn’t one to give herself up like this easily. Yang wouldn’t describe her as controlling , but she very much needs to feel in control of herself . So seeing her here, floating in the air wholly releasing herself to Yang’s whims—it’s new. It’s strange. But the look on Blake’s face, blissful, like she’s in a fluffy dream, tells Yang it’s good.
Yang puts a finger on each of Blake’s shoulders and spins her around to get at the zipper on her back. Her hair swishes around a moment behind the motion and floats sideways wrapped around her head. Yang pulls the zipper down Blake’s back with her right hand and runs her left fingers down the exposed skin above as she goes. She spreads them out and around each bump of Blake’s spine and brings them back together between them. She wants to be slow, gentle and precise, make it clear to Blake she’s put herself in good hands.
The zipper stops just above Blake’s ass crack. Yang grabs her hips to hold her steady, leans in and kisses her way back up Blake’s spine. Blake shivers and makes little trilling noises, her skin twitches under Yang’s lips. Yang folds her bottom lip out a bit and runs the wet inside up Blake’s skin just a tad, leaving a spot of saliva, before lifting her mouth to move to the next vertebra. She heads back up to Blake’s neck and bumps the top of her head on the aura projector she left floating, still plugged in.
Yang swats the projector to the side and grabs inside Blake’s sleeves. She puts her hands around the bottoms of Blake’s arms and slides her hands up them, pushing the sleeves off with the sides of her palms. When Yang reaches Blake’s hands with her own, she’s got her body pressed on Blake’s back and their arms are flush with each other. Yang whispers, “Float freely, just be good for me, I’ve got you,” from behind Blake’s ear and Blake makes a quiet rasping noise as her breath leaves her lungs.
Yang pops Blake’s sleeves off and folds her suit down to her waist. She reaches back up and unclips the back of Blake’s bra, folds the straps up and aside and gives Blake a subtle nudge to push it forward. They both stare at the inside of the cups as it floats away, Yang peering from behind Blake’s shoulder. Yang will take a look at what she’s just revealed once she’s finished her work.
Yang rolls Blake’s suit down her legs and, finally, unstraps her boots and slides them off with it. They stick back on the floor with a loud pair of thunks. Yang reaches up without looking, pulls Blake’s underwear down, notes that they’re fucking drenched, and flicks them upwards. Yang closes her eyes, stands up, and spins Blake around to face her.
Blake’s eyes are unfocused and staring at nothing as her mind retreats from any form of active direction. Her muscles are uniformly slack and still as she floats in place. Her expression is a half open smile with the tips of her teeth peeking out and beads of drool floating from the corners. Experiencing this is taking all of her and she cannot do anything but feel it. That’s adorable.
Yang puts in far less ritualistic effort to remove her own clothes. She goes a bit slow and sensual peeling her tube top off her chest, but when she looks at Blake she gets the feeling she’s less interested in Yang putting on a show, and more getting silently impatient for things to start happening to her again. So Yang goes quick and clunky pulling off her overalls and underwear and tossing them wherever. She leaves the bandana on her neck because Blake hasn’t yanked it yet and Blake likes to yank it.
Yang unstraps her boots, lifts her feet out and floats in the air. She grabs onto Blake, Blake grabs back, and the two of them stare at each other touching nothing else. Blake’s eyes are just slits but bright gold twinkles out between them bright as ever. Her breathing is slow and steady but it’s red hot on Yang’s cheeks. Blake’s as calm as she’s ever been while also being so, so full of lust. Yang’s gonna get in there and let it loose.
Yang reaches down and sticks her metal fingers between Blake’s legs. Blake shivers and scrunches up her shoulders and the edges of her lips curl further up. Yang’s metal slips across sopping wet everything as she feels around for the sweet spot. Yang has to keep her left hand on Blake’s shoulder and kind of press her down to keep her held in place.
“How’s this, that feel good honey?” Yang asks.
Blake closes her eyes and her breath comes out hot as she speaks. “Yeah, gods yeah, um, I feel a bit like I’m being balanced on my cunt, but that kinda comes with floating I think.”
Yang glances around. “Yeah the more I think about it the more I’m… not sure how penetration would work like this. What are we supposed to brace against while thrusting on each other?”
Blake’s brain fires as many cylinders as it can manage. “You could, um, uh, wrap your legs, around me…”
“Aside from overestimating my flexibility… I feel like that’d be more a soak than anything,” Yang says. “Can’t go in and out if I’m gripping you like a crab, babe.”
“Fiiigure it out,” Blake says. “I don’t wanna do… anything right now. Take care of me.”
Yang reaches over to her floating overalls and pulls her scroll out of the pocket. She taps into the remote control for the ship and presses the acceleration forward a bit. Her and Blake float back to the ground as faux-gravity returns to the cabin. Blake’s soggy underwear fall directly on top of Yang’s head.
“That’s hot,” Blake says.
Yang takes them off and flicks them away. “Get on the floor and I’ll show you hot.”
Blake drops backwards onto Yang’s clothes and Yang follows her down. She gets on her hands and knees above Blake’s body and her hair drapes over them both. Blake sticks out her tongue, grabs a strand that landed on her face and starts twirling it around her mouth.
“Ready for the main event?” Yang asks.
“ Please ,” Blake responds.
Yang grins and licks the backs of her teeth. “Remember how the point of this was supposed to be making me get all worked up?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Blake says. Yang has to temper herself because seeing Blake like this absolutely threatens to strike her flames. She’s not at all ready to finish yet. Yang’s decently skilled at holding in an orgasm, she thinks, but she’s never tried to hold in her Semblance before. There’s a shocking amount of transferable skill.
Blake reaches down, grabs Yang’s cock, and gives it a goddamn yank. Yang’s hands slip and she falls on Blake’s chest, impact blunted by low acceleration. Yang reaches down with her right hand and maneuvers herself into Blake and wedges two fingers in there alongside her shaft. The cool metal is a bright shocking sensation among all the sweltering hot flesh that draws her attention straight down. Blake’s eyes struggle to stay locked on Yang’s as it all hits her.
“More in there,” Blake mutters. “Fill me with you. Should fuckin’… install thicker fingers on that.”
Yang does not particularly want to replace her fingers but she can push the rest of them down. It’s a tight fit in there between her own engorged cock and Blake’s swelling clit and her insistence to squeeze everything as hard as she can. Yang thinks she really ought to be glad her right hand doesn’t have bones because Blake could probably snap a finger with her thighs.
Yang starts pumping up and down and flicking her fingers. She puffs her breath in Blake’s face—she knows Blake thinks it’s hot when she exerts herself, and this also just does make her feel energetic. Flashes of sensation pop through the aura cable and Yang feels the arousal on the other side of the exchange. It’s a quivering pulsing sort of feeling that crackles out of Blake’s clit and shoots up nerves though her chest, fermenting there a moment before it hits her brain.
Yang’s always been a bit curious what arousal with a clitoris feels like and from the signals she’s getting, it doesn’t seem much different from what she’s used to. The origin point is quite a bit smaller but the feeling is more condensed there. There’s decidedly still a sense of buildup searching for a release—which Yang is working on.
“Heavier,” Blake mutters. “I want to feel more of you.”
“Babe I can’t get fatter on command,” Yang says.
Blake thumps her hand on the ground where Yang’s scroll is laying. “Acceleration. One point three like back home. Put your weight on me.”
Yang grabs the scroll with her free hand and presses the little acceleration meter up. She lays herself down on top of Blake, chests pressed against each other. Their height difference puts Yang’s mouth on Blake’s forehead, and Blake’s mouth below Yang’s chin. Blake reaches up and yanks Yang’s bandana down to huff hot air on her neck. Blake’s breathing pushes their chests up and down and Yang subconsciously starts timing her thrusts to the pattern. She’s gonna pump all Blake’s air out, as fast as she goddamn can without setting herself off. Seeing how fast she can strike the match without setting off her fire is an interesting experiment. She’s dancing on the edge and feels her aura port glowing like a caldera ready to erupt.
Yang’s hair mixes around Blake’s and the two of them huff each other’s breath as their breathing syncs up, one going in when the other goes out. Yang can barely tell where she ends and Blake begins. Aura pulses between the two of them freely as they lose themselves in each other and their bodies start to feel like one. Yang feels the dam start to break—but not from herself.
Blake grabs Yang’s sides and lets a yowl out from the pit of her lungs. Her climax flashes through the aura cables and Yang feels it crash through her own body. She thinks it must be what it feels like to a star when it finally goes supernova. Everything Blake’s feeling is bursting out of her and the emotional radiation floods straight through Yang. Her limbs go slack and she lays on top of Blake and they both shudder and breathe as their stardust settles. Yang grabs up her scroll, turns off the acceleration, and lets herself float up off Blake.
Yang looks down at the results of all that. Her cock is slick and wet and strands trail to Blake’s vagina below. Doesn’t look like she actually came herself. It was really kind of hard to tell. Now that she’s come down, though, it’s clear that experiencing the aftershocks of Blake’s orgasm doesn’t cause a refractory period for herself. Now that she’s got Blake finished Yang can focus on how pent up she’s gotten herself.
Blake grabs the scroll and sets the ship to start spinning back around. They need to flip and cancel out their velocity before they get too far from the asteroid, right. Floating in the air, Blake and Yang aren’t pushed by the correction thrusters, and the cabin begins to rotate around them.
“Holy fuck,” Blake says. Half her face is covered in messy black hair.
“I thought you said I was the one who was gonna get fucked?” Yang asks. She runs her fingers through her hair, “Still not burning.”
“Oh, you will be,” Blake says. She squirms and flexes her hips and stomach around. “Just… gimme a minute!”
“Not often I see you submit control like that,” Yang says.
“It’s not something I normally feel comfortable with,” Blake says. “I think… being out here, with nobody but you within a hundred thousand kilometers, it makes me feel like I don’t need to worry about anything . I can just let my mind float, experience my own body, let you do what you think is good and trust you’ll be right.”
“Did I get it right?” Yang asks while inspecting the stickiness all over her prosthesis. The joints feel incredibly slippery.
Blake grins and says, “Isn’t it obvious?”
Yang scratches at her cheek and admits, “I like hearing that I did a good job.”
Blake reaches up and scratches the top of Yang’s head. “You did an incredible job. Good girl.”
That last comment shoots through Yang’s body, flutters like butterflies in her gut, and burns down to between her legs. She threatens to burst on the spot. “Holy shit, please call me a good girl more often.”
Blake’s eyes shift and glint with a touch of deviance. “Oh, did I find a nerve?”
“The reason I do, like, anything is because I want to make people happy. I don’t need praise necessarily, but, being told I’ve done well… it’s kind of the best feeling in the world, right?”
Blake taps at the scroll while grinning and going “hm, hmm, hm.” The cabin stops its spin rotated a hundred-eighty degrees so that Yang’s now looking at the ceiling past Blake. Blake taps her finger down, the engine hums below, and gravity comes back to the cabin. Yang’s back thumps on the ground, and Blake lands on top of her. Blake gets on her palms and leans up above Yang’s face.
“Look who’s on top now,” Blake says.
“I’m your weapon to activate,” Yang says. “Wanna guess where my trigger is?”
Blake reaches up and pinches, hard, on Yang’s nipple. Pain flashes hot and her muscles stiffen. Blake can hurt her as much as she wants and it’s never gonna sting like what Yang’s been through in the past. She likes to build up little samplings like this, experience the sensation in a context she doesn’t need to stress over it. Yang loves exerting her body in any way she can, and her pain tolerance absolutely does scratch that itch.
“Oh, I’m sorry, was that not it?” Blake asks.
Yang lays her head sideways and fails at hiding her smirk. “Maybe not exactly… But I think that did help, um, load ammo?”
Blake walks her fingers up across Yang’s sternum and down her other boob. She twirls them on her areola. “Should we make sure you’re fully loaded, then?”
“Sounds like a good—” Yang starts and is interrupted by a yelp as Blake squeezes. She’s got her fingers curled to dig her nails in. Shame she won’t actually leave marks with their auras up.
Blake puts her weight on her elbows and starts rubbing her thumbs on Yang’s sore nipples. “You poor thing, having to go through so much pain to fire. You’re taking it so well though, you’re such a good girl.”
Yang hadn’t considered that pain fuels her Semblance but she’ll pretend that’s what she was going for. That realization pops into the forefront of her head and prevents her brain from going mushy again at being called good girl and that kind of pisses her off.
Yang leans her head to the side and says, “Need more ammo.”
“So needy,” Blake responds. She leans down beside Yang’s head and loudly licks at her teeth next to Yang’s ear. Then she chomps on the skin between Yang’s neck and shoulder. She pinches skin in her mouth and the points of her teeth dig in it. Her tongue slides across the piece of Yang’s surface in her mouth. Yang puts her hand behind Blake’s head and presses her down harder.
Yang thinks maybe she’ll say something but all she can do is wheeze and huff. Blake’s not constricting her throat physically, but having her teeth on her neck makes Yang’s brain refuse to let words through. Blake moves her mouth across Yang’s neck and cheeks and nibbles at all her skin. She probably tastes like sweat by now. Blake probably likes how that tastes. The sting of the bites and the soothing saliva of Blake’s tongue compliment each other perfectly.
Blake squeezes and rubs Yang’s cheek and asks, “Is that enough ammo?”
“You are… overloading me. Can’t hold in the shot too much longer,” Yang says.
“Oh, but you’re doing such a good job,” Blake says. “Very well, though—let’s see if we can’t open fire.”
Blake spreads her legs, waggles herself around a bit, and then drops on Yang’s crotch. She does not actually manage to thread the needle and has to reach down and wrangle Yang’s cock up inside herself. She looks deeply focused while doing it and Yang thinks it’s adorable. Sometimes when Blake makes a cute face Yang has to hold back the impulse to kiss it because that’d also make her stop doing it.
Blake starts pumping up and down and Yang is instantaneously, wholly transfixed by it. Blake’s hair bounces up and down around her head as she moves and she’s got a goofy smile hung half open with her tongue peeking out, more like a panting dog than anything lustful. Her ears are flicking and swiveling at nothing in particular, just excited and overstimulated. Her walls sliding up and down Yang’s length seem to fit perfectly, Yang feels enveloped in Blake’s skin and sweat, she is surrounded, cocooned in the love pouring out of her and she wants to drown in it.
Yang’s vision blurs and she feels hot sparks shooting up her body from where her and Blake connect. She reaches up and palms at Blake’s sides, no particular goal in mind, just greedy for even more of her. Blake grabs a handful of Yang’s hair and tugs it hard, jerks Yang’s head to the side, and leans down and bites the cheek turned at her. Yang sputters and spits and heaves her breath, her chest is getting sore and she can barely supply her brain enough oxygen to process everything she’s feeling. She looks up and her arms are both shaking, metal rattling on her right side. That arm doesn’t get tired but it can sure as hell get turned on. The liquids leaking out the joints are evidence of that.
Yang feels sparks—actual, not metaphorical sparks—start to pop around her head. Red hot napalm runs from the back of her neck down through her veins and to the tips of her arms and legs. Blake’s eyes glint and reflect bright gold as Yang’s hair starts to glow. She looks down and puts on a giant smile.
(Yang notes, as she’d never considered it before, that the sensation of her Semblance flowing totally shoots through her penis. Helps that there’s a lot of blood for it to flow through right now. Maybe not just blood flow, actually…)
“Blake, fuck, I’m gonna…” Yang mutters.
Blake pushes herself down hard on Yang’s cock. “Do it.”
Yang feels as though all the fire in her body is corked by the tip of her cock. The pressure is unbearable and Blake is squeezing it and warming it up to be released. Yang shouts out, “Voice input, weapons, target the gorthwyrm, open fire!”
The hull shakes around them and gunshots echo through the metal. Yang feels one last quiver before she unloads and the feeling is a tidal wave that knocks all sense out of her. She locks her legs around Blake’s, grabs her waist, and presses as hard as she can. Blake’s eyes go wide, she presses back and grabs her hands around Yang’s head, her mouth hangs open and her spit drips on Yang’s face. On the screens above, through blurry vision, Yang can make out bullet trails highlighted solid gold. They pierce into the gorthwyrm, cut straight through, and shred the entire asteroid behind it. It dissolves into scraps of meat and space dust. Yang feels, finally, that she’s released all her pressure, and she relaxes herself and lets go.
Her and Blake are floating again. They’re both absolutely soaked in their mixed sweat. Blake is trembling so hard that she can’t manage to lace her fingers between Yang’s. Yang isn’t any better at it.
After a few seconds of panting, Blake manages to collect enough oxygen to speak. “Holy… fuckin’ shit. Yang?”
Yang expends some of her own precious breath to ask, “Yeah?”
“Your Semblance boosts your ejaculation,” Blake says.
Yang pulls her cock out of Blake and her spunk floats halfway out in a big gross glob of semitransparent slime. It’s still connected by strings to Yang’s tip. Blake squirms her body a little but makes no attempt to separate it.
“Holy fuck are you okay?” Yang asks.
“I’m fine. Just… wow . Felt like you pressure washed my insides. Great work.”
Yang pats Blake’s back and she burps. “Guess it’s a good thing we kept it all in you and didn’t paint the cabin.”
“Also a good thing I’ve got an ovulation stopper,” Blake says. “Because holy shit.”
Yang blows on her tongue. “The estrogen I take isn’t the new stuff that retains your fertility so we’re good. So, uh… did we get the worm?”
Blake glances at one of the monitors. “You destroyed the entire asteroid it was in, dude. Wow .”
“You know,” Yang says, “The gorthwyrm could be a metaphor for my—”
Blake bites down on Yang’s neck again and doesn’t let her finish that sentence.