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Yang Xiao Long smirked as she passed fellow revelers on the way to the club. She could feel eyes on her as her hips swayed and the low-riding, tight, black leather pants she wore let everyone see just how well they gripped the jiggling globes of her luscious ass cheeks. The orange top she wore was working overtime to contain her heavy breasts, her cleavage spilling out of the low-cut neckline, but the material was sturdier than it appeared. It had to be to considering how hard she intended to hit the dance floor.
Yang was about to step out onto the street to cross when a limousine suddenly pulled up in front of her. Her lavender eyes momentarily flashed red in irritation before she raised a blonde eyebrow quizzically as the rear window began to lower.
An older man with a full mustache regarded her coolly. Despite the white of his hair, he didn't seem to be all that old, his pale skin surprisingly smooth and wrinkle free.
“Good evening, madam. Forgive my abruptness, but I would like to make you an offer-"
“Save it grandpa,” Yang cut in abruptly. “I'm not a prostitute and even if I was, you couldn't afford me, fancy car and all. Now beat it before I stop being polite.”
The man’s face was nearly unreadable but Yang thought she caught the slightest hint of a smirk under that mustache of his before he motioned to his driver and the limo drove on.
Yang gave her long blonde hair a toss to shake off her frustration at such a lame pickup attempt before she continued on to the club. The doorman didn't slow her down for a second as others continued to wait in line. She made a beeline for the dance floor, letting the blasting music envelope her. She lost herself in the rhythm and press of other bodies.
After several songs and grinding on many anonymous individuals, Yang had worked up a thirst. She made her way to the bar, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face. Before she could open her mouth to order, a drink was set before her. She stared at the glass suspiciously before the presence of someone beside her drew her attention.
Seeing the man from the limo shouldn’t have come as a shock, plenty of guys had continued to hit on her after she had snubbed their advances. What was shocking was how out of place he seemed in his crisp and pressed white double-breasted blazer, a red handkerchief in the breast pocket, light-blue dress shirt, vest and white tie. It clashed horribly with the bar’s throngs of young people in various styles of alluring outfits, and yet, he exuded a confidence that made it seem like everyone else were the ones who didn’t belong.
“The drink is on the house, madam,” he said as he raised a martini in salute.
“What are you? The owner?” Yang asked derisively, knowing for a fact that that club owner was a much younger man who had hit on her several times.
“Yes, in fact,” he said before taking a sip from his drink. “As of several minutes ago.”
When she stared at him in disbelief, he raised his free hand above his head and made a short cutting motion. Immediately the music died and the patrons began looking around in confusion.
“Come, join me at a table while my men clear the club so we can have a private conversation.”
True to his word, the bouncers were ushering everyone else out of the club. Still in shock, Yang followed him and sat opposite at one of the tables along the wall. It took several minutes for the club to empty out and they sat in silence, Yang trying to keep her surprise in check.
“I suppose an introduction is in order,” he said once the place was empty. “My name is Jacques Schnee.”
Yang's eyes widened in recognition but he continued before she could say anything.
“Yes, I am your teammate's father, but I am not here in that capacity. I don't know how much of her home life Weiss has mentioned but suffice to say my marriage has not been a happy one for a long time. I’m divesting myself from my family and the company. I’ve taken what I felt I was due and now I find myself in need of a companion worthy of my station.”
He sat back, sipping his drink as he let his words sink in.
“Me?!” Yang was unable to contain her incredulity before it gave way to anger that drove her to her feet. “I told you already, I'm not a prostitute!”
“Please, at least hear my offer before you reject it outright,” Jacques said as he reached into an inner coat pocket and withdrew a pen. He began writing on a napkin as he continued, “One week as my escort to my private island. You can leave any time you desire, but while there you will experience the kind of luxury few can even imagine.”
Jacques finished writing on the napkin, folded it in half, and slid it towards Yang, “And to compensate you for your time and company.”
Yang hesitantly reached out and picked up the napkin as she sat back down, unfolding it to find an obscenely large number written on it.
“I can pay even more if that isn’t enough,” Jacques whispered in her ear, causing her to jump in her seat. She hadn’t noticed him moving around to her side of the table. As her eyes met his icy blue gaze, she was surprised to find no hint of condescension, just earnest desire.
She looked away as her cheeks flushed and her heart raced. The napkin crumpled as she balled her hands into fists to keep from fidgeting.
“I-I suppose checking it out couldn’t hurt.”
***
Jacques hadn’t been lying about the luxury that awaited them. It had only been a couple of days but Yang was already wondering how she would go back to her life at Beacon. It wasn’t like she had lived a meager life before meeting Jacques, but it certainly seemed that way in comparison. They ate the finest meals and drank spirits that were beyond top shelf. She swam in crystal clear waters and hiked beautiful trails, and surprisingly, Jacques was by her side for most of it. She hadn’t thought the seemingly stuffy former executive capable of keeping up with her but he often matched her step for step.
Throughout it all Yang was aware of his eyes trailing over her body but he never made her feel uncomfortable or tried to push himself upon her. He was engaging and attentive, quick to offer up a new activity or service if there was ever a lull in their revelry, though at that exact moment a lull was just the thing Yang was looking for.
She was reclined on a beach towel that had a thread count so high it felt almost criminal to lay on it. Her aviator sunglasses kept the sun out of her eyes as she let the sound of the waves sink her into a state of deep relaxation. The only thing that kept her from drifting off to sleep was the sound of footsteps approaching.
“You should be more careful,” Jacques said as he stood over her, his eyes trailing down her body and the orange and yellow striped bikini she wore.
Yang turned her head a fraction to regard him, “Why? There’s nothing dangerous on this island and I doubt any of your staff are a threat.”
Jacques chuckled at the notion, “I was referring to the sun. It would be a shame to have your flawless skin damaged by a sunburn. I have some lotion with me. Would you be so kind as to help me with the hard-to-reach spots?”
It was a small request so Yang didn’t seem the harm in it as she took off her sunglasses and pushed herself up. Jacques handed her the bottle and she began to rub a hearty squirt of the stuff into his back. This was the first time they had gotten so close in a situation that might be seen as intimate. Jacques glanced over his shoulder down at Yang and she felt a blush creep into her cheeks even though all she was doing was running her hands up and down his back. It actually made her focus more on his body and she noticed that he had a supple build, similar to a marathon runner’s.
"Would you let me return the favor?” Jacques asked as she finished, catching her off-guard. The idea of his hands running over her body made her shiver in a way that surprised her. She knew he desired her, but sex had never been outright stated as part of their deal, and finding herself entertaining the idea was startling.
“That would be nice,” Yang found herself saying before she partially snapped back to her senses. “Just mind the hair,” she added in warning before she laid back down on her stomach.
Jacques knelt beside her and she glanced back at him out of the corner of her eye as she rested her head on her crossed arms. She found herself once more eyeing his lithe build when she noticed the bulge of his speedo. She must have started because Jacques paused and then glanced down at his crotch. Once more he surprised her when he laughed.
“Do you find this embarrassing?” He asked, oozing confidence as he spread his legs wider to display what seemed to be a truly impressive erection straining against the tight fabric. “I won’t deny that part of why I asked you to accompany me was a physical attraction. There’s no shame in verbally or physically admitting you arouse me. May I continue?”
Yang swallowed and nodded before turning away to hide her blush. She still jumped a little as his hands began to work lotion into her skin. Slowly the rubdown became more of a massage and Jacques surprised her again with his deft touch and strong hands. She barely gasped in surprise when his hands squeezed the back of her thighs and daringly cupped the bottom of her ass. Meeting no resistance, he boldly grabbed her cheeks, his fingers sinking deeply as he squeezed and spread them. She bit her lip as he manhandled her bubble butt, knowing she should stop him, but unable to bring herself to do so.
“Yang, you are the most exquisite woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Jacques said as one of his hands slipped beneath her bikini bottom. Yang’s knuckles were white as she gripped her arms while his fingers explored the deep valley of her ass. Her asshole puckered and twitched as his fingers brushed over it before diving deeper.
Yang buried her face into the towel to muffle her moan as his fingers slid over her damp folds. He teasingly probed her pussy as his other hand trailed up her body to undo her top. That brought Yang’s head up, only for her to yelp as Jacques surprised her by rolling her onto her back. She could have easily stopped him but the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it was intoxicating and she wanted more!
Emboldened, Jacques kissed her while fondling her breast and teasing her pussy. He deftly rolled her hardening nipple between thumb and index finger while stirring her pussy up with his other hand. Yang moaned around his lips and squirmed with pleasure but as good as his fingers felt sliding in and out of her pussy, there was something more fulfilling she couldn’t stop picturing. Jacques let out a grunt of surprise as her hand cupped his crotch but he quickly recovered and began slowly, steadily thrusting against her hand. They continued manually stimulating each other until his speedo was thoroughly stained with precum and her mound was flushed and glistening with fluids.
Jacques finally pulled away, if only to shed his speedo and free his cock to bob in the air. Yang sharply inhaled as she got her first good look at his dick. She was by no means a virgin but the meaty monolith gave her pause even as she sat up to grasp the base. Jacques moaned his approval as she brought her other hand to caress his heavy balls.
“I promise you won’t be disappointed if you give it a try,” Jacques added, his confidence irrepressible as ever.
Yang obliged, if only to see the look on his face as she wrapped her lips around his helmet. It was her turn to tease him as she slurped lewdly on his cock, making no effort to actually take more than what was already in her mouth. The shudder of pleasure that shot through him as her tongue swirled around his glans felt very satisfying. She could tell Jacques wanted more as she edged him with slow strokes with both hands, the remnants of lotion making her hands quite slick.
Once she felt he had suffered on the brink enough she eased off him, earning a look of annoyance that quickly shifted to amazement as she lay back on the towel. She reached down, squeezing her heavy breasts between her arms as her hands spread her pussy open in invitation.
“Give it a try, I promise you won’t be disappointed,” she teased, throwing his boast back at him.
Jacques practically pounced on her, barely able to maintain his air of superiority as desire raged inside him. Yang threw her head back as he spread her open slowly, savoring her like a fine wine. He trailed kisses up her chest, eventually nuzzling into her neck with his ticklish mustache as his cock stretched her more than any other man or toy ever had. For the briefest of moments, they stayed embraced like that before Jacques’s grip shifted to her hips, lifting them ever so slightly, and he slammed himself the rest of the way forward.
Yang’s back arched and she gasped at the sudden intensity, but even more than that, was just how amazing it felt to be speared by his cock. He struck depths that left her quaking beneath him and as he pulled back the flare of his glans dragged along her walls until her eyes crossed in delicious agony. Jacques drove himself forward with relentless stamina as his hands shifted to grab the back of her thighs. He forced her ass up higher until his balls were heartily slapping against her, resounding across the empty beach.
“Would you grant me a request?” Jacques suddenly asked, not even breathing hard as he pounded away at her pussy.
“Wh-what did you have in mind?” Yang asked before she bit her lip to keep back a sad sigh as he pulled out of her.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
Yang blushed but quickly rolled over to comply. She looked back to Jacques as he once more grabbed her waist and stuffed her full of his cock. This angle wasn't quite as deep but his pace was nearly breakneck in comparison, causing her ass to ripple with his thrusts while her heavy breasts swayed wildly, her excited nipples dragging occasionally along the towel beneath her. He hammered her pussy like he intended to truly get his money’s worth out of her, and she let her head fall to rest on her arms, if only to keep him from seeing how his harsh pounding made her limbs tremble with desire.
As if he could sense her enthusiasm at his rough treatment, Jacques took one hand from her hip and raised it high overhead. The spank sent a shockwave up through Yang’s body and though she cried out sharply, it quickly morphed into a hearty moan. Another spank had her driving herself into his thrusts, panting and grunting as she met his intensity with her own. Jacques peppered her ass with spanks, occasionally switching hands so both cheeks were decorated with vibrant hand prints. Each strike made her eyes flare red as she threw her head back, whipping her hair this way and that while reveling in the heady mix of pain and pleasure.
Jacques’s stamina was truly incredible, but Yang’s need for release outmatched even his incredible pace. With one powerful slam of her ass, she sent Jacques sprawling, catching him entirely off guard. Before he could pick himself up, Yang pounced on him, her eyes dangerously red as her hair seemed to be made of fire. She held him down easily with just one hand as the other aligned his cock with her dripping pussy. The force with which she dropped onto his cock made his eyes bulge and were it not for the sand they were fucking on, he might have suffered real damage. As it was, Yang seemed intent on riding him into the ground, even as the walls of her pussy squeezed him so tight that he thought she might lift him up with just the grip of her sex.
Though he’d been taken by surprise Jacques quickly recovered and grabbed hold of Yang’s pillowy breasts, aggressively mashing one as he brought his mouth to her stiff nipple. Her tit flesh was like dough between his fingers as he squeezed and her peaked nipple was nearly as sensitive as her clit under Jacqes’s skilled tongue. Their fucking became more a battle of wills, a race to see whose body would give out first and unfortunately for Yang, Jacques’s spanks weren’t quite the same as a battle with a Grimm. Her eyes became lilac once more as her hair lost its fiery gleam, and she paused as a wave of exhaustion came over her.
In that moment Jacques rolled her onto her back and this time he rose to his feet as he grabbed her legs, folding Yang nearly in half. With her ankles by her head in a mating press, Jacques slammed into her harder and faster than ever. Her pussy gushed like a fountain every time he plunged into her and she mewled weakly as his cock repeatedly struck the entrance to her womb. Seeing her tremble as she was overwhelmed with pleasure was the catalyst he needed to reach his own climax and with a powerful lung, he drove himself down and came violently. He made smaller, gentler thrusts in time with each swell of his cock, rocking Yang almost tenderly as he filled her. Finally, he let her legs drop limply so he could cup her face in his hands, pulling her into a passionate kiss. She shivered, both from the kiss and the sensation of his cock slipping free of her pussy, hot cum oozing from her gaping hole.
When he pulled away, Yang gulped down air, still shivering as every touch made her nerves scream. Jacques laid down beside her, watching her with amusement and an unsatiated hunger.
“So, I take it you’ll be staying the rest of the week?” Jack asked, smirking confidently.
Yang surprised him again as she rolled over to straddle his waist, before laying her body atop his and kissing him deeply. When she pulled away, her eyes were alight with desire as she said, “I think you need to talk a little less if we’re going to make up for all the time we wasted not fucking.”
With that she slid down his body and enveloped his cock between her massive tits, working them back and forth to massage his cock back to life with her ample breasts.
***
True to her word, Yang and Jacques spent the next several days fucking constantly. They still enjoyed the pleasures of the island, but often while enjoying the pleasures of each other’s bodies as well. They even fucked shamelessly in front of the staff when meals were prepared and served to them. Jacques especially enjoyed drinking fine wines from the depths of her bosom as she squeezed her weighty breasts together.
They had just finished a meal and Yang was on her knees, coaxing dessert from Jacques’s balls. Jacques sat in a chair, unfortunately distracted from Yang deepthroating his cock by his Scroll. That didn’t stop him from grabbing her head and hilting his cock in her throat before pumping a heavy load into her stomach. When he finally let go of her, Yang coughed heartily but didn’t seem all that upset, she had found she enjoyed it when he got rough with her. If anything, she was concerned with his preoccupation.
“Is everything all right?” Yang asked as she rested her folded arms on his knee, laying her head atop her arms as she looked up at Jacques.
For the first time since they had met, Jacques seemed hesitant as he rubbed at his mustache. He finally looked down to Yang with a furrowed brow.
“Do you trust me?”
Yang picked her head up as she frowned. It was a strange question for him to ask after spending the past couple of days fucking her.
“I don’t think I would have let you fuck my ass if I didn’t,” Yang said as she playfully rocked his leg back and forth, trying dispel the air of unease she felt.
“What if I told you that I've invited a number of associates to the island to fuck you for an obscene amount of money? Not only that, but if anyone manages to impregnate you, then that man will win the entire pot of money they have all put forward. What would you say to that?”
Yang searched Jacques’s face for any hint of amusement or tomfoolery but he remained somberly serious. She wanted to lash out in outrage, demand if the past few days had meant anything to him, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how he had answered her question with a question of his own. Did she trust him?
“I would say that I do trust you, but if I end knocked up with some random guy’s baby, you’ll owe me far more than money.” Yang emphasized her words by gripping his shaft and squeezing until it was just shy of painful.
Jacques’s face split in a massive smile as he reached down to stroke her cheek affectionately. “You have my word that it won’t come to that, not even close.”
***
The next day Yang found herself naked, blindfolded, and on her knees with her arms bound tightly but comfortably behind her back. She could hear the murmur of a crowd around her but they seemed to be waiting for something. She hated to admit but the combination of being made to wait and knowing there were so many eyes devouring the sight of her voluptuous naked body was making her wet and needy.
Finally, the sound of something metallic striking glass rang out and the crowd grew silent. Jacques’s voice boomed through the room, “Welcome gentlemen, I know you are all looking forward to today’s event. Before we begin, I would like to assure you that she is indeed fertile and ovulating. If you wish to verify for yourself, please feel free to scan her hormone levels with your Scrolls.” There was brief pause and some more murmuring before Jacques continued, “Well then, if there are no further issues, then for the next twenty-four hours fill her up as much as you can and may the most potent man win!”
Yang’s head snapped towards Jacques’s voice, he hadn’t mentioned anything about being fucked for a day straight! It was too late to do anything about it as she was immediately surrounded by a press of bodies. Despite their rush they seemed to have decided some sort of pecking order as two men positioned her so she was straddling one while the other held her shoulders. They unceremoniously began pounding her ass and pussy. The others satisfied themselves with groping and caressing her, pinching her nipples, tugging her ample breasts roughly, and jamming fingers into her mouth through the O-ring gag that forced her mouth open. She moaned and grunted as the cocks fucking her ground against each other through the walls of her body. Eventually a third cock was forced through the gag and her cries were reduced to wet gargles as she was facefucked mercilessly.
Even though she’d been told the goal was to impregnate her, the men seemed equally content to dump their loads in her ass and mouth and she was soon leaking profusely from all three holes. Despite her initial trepidation, the constant pressure from all sides and the seemingly endless line of dicks plugging her holes was driving Yang wild. Not because they were satisfying her, but because of their complete inability to do so. It was like an endless battle against foes who tried to measure up to Jacques but always came up short; every ejaculation was a victory for her. She threw herself into draining their balls, flexing her floor muscles to tighten her holes, making the men fucking her cry out in pleasure as cum exploded from their cocks.
They seemed to redouble their efforts, shifting her to lay on her back atop a man as he hammered her asshole while another cock speared her pussy. Someone grabbed her head and tilted it back so they could continue fucking her mouth and a fourth body straddled her stomach as she felt hands squeezing her pillowy breasts together so they could fuck her tits wildly. The bodies kept being replaced by more until she lost count of the number of times she’d been cummed in or on, only that the reek of ejaculate was embedded in her nose and she was starting to feel rather sore all over.
There were occasional pauses where she was wiped down with a wet cloth and given some water, but the blindfold and the rest of the gear was never removed. In time even her stamina began to flag but the men paid her whimpers no mind as they abused her holes and by the time it was finally over Yang was a moaning, shivering mess that was barely conscious. She was on her side, panting through the O-ring when a hand touched her face. She flinched reflexively but the hand remained and the way it caressed her cheek was familiar. She lifted her head as Jacques spoke from right beside her.
“Well gentlemen, you’ve successfully fucked her for an entire day. Thanks to advances in medical technologies, we’ll be able to see if any of you are going to be a proud papa.”
The blindfold came off Yang and though she had to squint and everything was blurry, she was able to make out a holographic projection above her. As her vision cleared she saw it was a readout of her vitals that was currently updating. An excited hush filled the room as the update percentage climbed toward completion. Despite Jacqes's earlier assurance that everything would be fine, Yang felt a sour lump in her gut that had nothing to do with the liters of sperm she'd swallowed.
The update reached 100% and groans of disappointment filled the room as the screen flashed negative results. Yang let her head fall to the floor in relief, barely aware of Jacques quelling angry cries of protest and ushering everyone else from the room. She laid there on the brink of slipping into unconsciousness when Jacques returned and knelt beside her. He tenderly undid her restraints and helped her into a sitting position. Her jaw ached from being kept open for so long but she ignored the pain as she spoke.
“How did you know I wouldn't get pregnant?”
Jacques met her gaze evenly before glancing to the side. She followed his eyes and saw tables lining the edge of the room and many empty glasses atop them all.
“A good businessman always gives himself an edge over the competition. In this case, a little known, fast-acting drug that renders men temporarily infertile. I made sure they were all dosed by the time they arrived on the island, and slipped more into their drinks as a precaution. By the time they take their wives or mistresses to bed, they'll be perfectly fine.”
Jacques looked back at Yang and his features softened as his hand touched her wrist where the marks of her bindings were vibrant and red.
“Are you all right?”
“I'll be fine. That was nothing compared to some of the Grimm I’ve fought. Give me a few hours and we can go back to having some proper fun.”
Yang laughed at the look of surprise on Jacques’s face. “I haven’t had a proper orgasm in twenty-four hours, you’ll have to work hard to make up for all that wasted time.”
***
It was the final day of their arrangement and Jacques and Yang had spent every waking moment entangled in each other. Yang was sitting in his lap, bouncing madly on his cock as he split her ass, her hefty bottom clapping loudly. Jacques had his face between her breasts, which easily obscured his whole head as he moaned with abandon. Yang ran her hands through his hair before pulling his head up so she could latch on to his lips. As they kissed deeply, she slammed her ass down and was rewarded with an explosion of heat deep in her bowels. She rocked her hips to wring every last drop from Jacques’s cock before resting her forehead against his and sighing contentedly.
“What would you say to extending your stay with me?” Jacques suddenly asked as they sat in each other's embrace.
“Mmm, how much longer?” Yang responded huskily as she flexed her floor muscles to squeeze and massage his cock in her ass, hoping for another round.
“Forever.”
Yang froze and slowly looked down to see Jacques holding a small black box. Sunlight made the diamond ring gleam like a sun all its own.
“Marry me, Yang. Stay by my side here, for the rest of our lives, and bear my children.”
Yang’s eyes were wet with joy as she nodded enthusiastically, only to let out a jubilant laugh as Jacques stood up with her in his arms. She leaned down to kiss him again as he laid her down and then moaned as his cock surged to life in her asshole. That moan became a sad sigh as he pulled his cock free, only for it to morph into an ecstatic trill as his cock parted her eager folds. They clung to each other almost desperately as he pumped into her slowly and powerfully. Yang wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together to hold him against her.
She grabbed his hair so she could hold his head as she kissed her way to his ear and whispered passionately, “Be my husband and make me a mother.”
His groan was almost a roar of approval as he slammed into her and poured his seed into her fertile depths. The sun slowly sunk into the horizon as the happy couple continued making love long into the night, as both a celebration of their love and to guarantee that Yang’s belly would soon swell with child.
***
After a small private ceremony, Yang and Jacques had made the island their permanent home. They were currently sitting on the beach, basking in the sunlight as Yang sat in Jacques’s lap. Yang wore nothing but her diamond wedding ring and several other incredibly expensive pieces of jewelry that stood out beautifully against her gorgeously tanned skin.
A small, sad smile creased Yang’s face as she felt a shadow of regret about ghosting her family and friends, but they were all strong enough to recover from her disappearance. She rubbed her heavily pregnant belly, thinking about the family of her own she would soon have. Another hand joined hers and she looked adoringly to Jacques before moaning as he suckled at her swollen breast, drinking heartily of her breast milk from a nipple that easily filled his mouth.
Yang could feel him growing hard as he drank and knew that they would soon be in the throes of passion. As she grew wet with anticipation, she never imagined her life turning out like this but couldn’t dream of anything else that would make her as happy.