Crimson Immoderation Part 27: Flower and Seed

It’s the weekend finally. I have time to resolve an issue that had been building. It was only minor. I still need to get my weapon fixed but honestly that’s a secondary concern to this.

That said, I wasn’t expecting this issue to be this dire. Not enough for Summer to stare up at me with wild eyes, “Yes! You’re finally here!” and drag me into her apartment. Barely closing the door behind me before she yanks my pants down. It seems she knew exactly what she wanted from me the second I said I called ahead based on her frilly maroon lingerie set. As my pants go down so does she, dropping to her knees with a thud and eagerly inhaling the scent of my balls.

 I didn’t have time to get fully hard yet but the display she’s putting on, the eagerness with which she starts stroking my cock is enough to already have it stiffening in her hand. My head tips back, feeling joy at the kind of needy slut Summer becomes when cum-starved. Giving her enough of a supply before I started Beacon must have gotten her accustomed to having it. Like a wealthy person who dines on filet mignon regularly falling on hard times, reduced to eating pre-packaged microwaveable burgers. Just a hint of a chance of getting the good stuff again gets her salivating. Salivating entirely literally as she drools on my cock before sucking it down her throat in one go.

My head drops again to look down at her, her nose buried in my groin as she swallows my cock. As I catch a glimpse of her apartment I see the many jars she has waiting on her coffee table, ready for me to fill them. “You prepared for me, I see.”

She doesn’t answer vocally. For a moment it looks like she will but as she draws back off my cock, her lips dragging against the thick shaft and her eyes staring up at me the whole way, she just slams herself right back down again. Happily, eagerly, needily fucking her own face on my cock just for another taste of cum. The force sends my heavy balls swinging like a speedbag every time.

“Nnnghghgh!” she gurgles, her eyes rolling back in her head, I have to assume a little dribble of precum gave her that taste she was looking for. Her mouth is soaked in spit, strands dribbling down from her chin.

“The lingerie is beautiful and I appreciate it, believe me,” I assure her, “But perhaps we should get rid of it before we make a mess of it?”

Her eyes roll slightly, her hands going behind her back to unhook her bra. She shrugs it off and flings it into the corner before hooking her thumbs in her knickers, not taking her lips off of my cock for a single instant as she awkwardly slides them off to send them the same way as her bra. Really they were lovely but something of a waste if she’s this unwilling to indulge in foreplay. A hand dives between her legs, two fingers sliding in and out of her soaked cunt. The other gently cups my sack, softly fondling and jostling my balls to encourage her treat to flow out of them all the faster.

I do my best to hold myself back, more to tease her than anything. Keeping this enthusiastic blowjob going is meaningless if we’re only just getting started. But there’s only so much restraint and willpower can do to resist her talents. “Summer, I’m about to–”

She practically throws herself off of my cock, scrambling over to the table to collect a jar. “Here!” she exclaims, bringing the jar back and holding it under her chin. “Here here here here!” she demands with a spit-soaked grin, her eyes shining with hope.

Guessing I’m finishing myself then. I start jerking my cock as I point it at the jar. Faster and faster until at the last moment, “Nnngh!” As I climax my cockhead just happens to raise a little to point at her face.

“Ahh!” she squeals, feeling the first, heaviest spray of hot, gooey cum paint her face, each one after going right where she wanted it to the first time. Even if she’s annoyed (which I honestly can’t tell under the facial I gave her), that doesn’t stop her from wiping it with her fingers and sucking it off. Each taste has her moaning like a whore as she cleans her face with fingers and tongue. She’s panting from exertion, from desire, from satisfaction, but her brow furrows as she looks up at me again. “You did that on purpose.”

I grin down at her. “Do you even mind?”

She looks from me, to the mostly full jar of her favourite food. Enough to last her at minimum a couple of days, or at least I hope so. “You’re fucking me this time,” she insists instead of answering, which is an answer in itself.

“No complaints here. Not worried about your special sauce tasting a little of your own pussy?” I ask.

She’s already crawling over to the couch, raising herself up to grab hold of the armrest, raising her ass in invitation. “It could be tainted by sewage and still taste like a gift from god.” Heh, she called me god. “That stuff isn’t addictive, is it? I’m past the point of caring as long as I get more but Ruby–”

I line my cock up with her wet and ready cunt, getting a good grip of her hips, enjoying the sight of her arched back. “Already resigned to letting her get another taste?” I ask as I slide into the familiarly inviting MILF cunt.

She moans, just as delighted by my cock splitting her pussy as the first time I did it. “She, keeps asking about it. Wants more.”

“Hm,” I grunt, happily pounding her, my balls singing to slap lightly against her pubic mound. “Well it isn’t addictive. No more so than the best thing you’ve ever tasted. You want more because it’s just that good.”

“Ahh, don’t I know it,” she agrees, staring at the one filled jar sitting innocently on the table. She can’t help herself. Even as I’m fucking her for the sake of giving her more, she scoops some creamy white cum out of the jar with her finger and sucks it clean. I give her a quick, sharp slap on the ass. “Ah! Hey!” she whines.

“No treats. You’ll spoil your appetite before dinner,” I chide her jokingly.

“I almost wish I didn’t have to eat regular food,” she admits half joking. Though even half might be optimistic.

“You aren’t the only one. Don’t waste it,” I warn her. “There’s only so much to go around and you aren’t the only cum hungry slut in my orbit.” She gives me a reproachful look. “My dick is literally inside you right now. Don’t deny it.”

“... Well you don’t need to say it out loud,” she pouts.

It’s well spent morning, pounding Summer’s cunt a dozen times over. Only would’ve been made better if she would’ve let me finish inside her. There’s nothing I enjoy more than filling a hole with my cum but each and every time she makes sure it goes right where she wants it. Into one of her jars. Whether I’m taking her from behind, bouncing her on my cock as I suck on her tits, on top of her in a mating press, my cum fills a jar at the end of it. By noon I’m near tired out, my balls shrunken down to more or less human size, her couch will definitely need to be steam cleaned and all but one of her jars is full, but I’m no longer in a state to fill it. 

I have enough in the tank for one more go and I know exactly what it’s for. “I’m fucking you in the ass this time.”

She sighs, tired as I am, but maybe after all this effort doing something for her she thinks I deserve something in return. “Sure.” Or maybe she forgot that I can give commands. Well, no need to remind her. “How do you want me?”

I carry her into her bedroom and lay down on her bed. “You’re going to impale yourself on me. I want you to take my whole cock and ride me like the horny slut you are.”

She sighs, straddling me. “You know I think you bring out the worst side of me, Vlad.” Not denying she’s a horny slut in the slightest. “I’m just glad my daughters will never see me like this.”

Heh.

“Ooh,” she grunts, my crown poking at her pucker as she tries to hold it in place while she descends. “Fffff!” Her asshole resists mightily, but mind over matter is practically a course unto itself in huntress training. “Fuck!” she curses as her tightest hole finally begins to give way. “You’re huge! Why did my first time taking it in the ass have to be with one this big?!”

“Because only I can give you what you need,” I answer smugly and she doesn’t deny it, slightly bouncing as she forces her virgin hole to take just a little more of my fat cock with each downward stroke. Each press, each excavated inch of her backdoor is met with an animalistic grunt, her legs wide open to ease passage, incidentally showing off her well-fucked and gaping pussy.

It’s heaven, getting this woman treated with worship in the show to fill her own asshole with my cock. Huntresses have the amazing ability to heal whatever tightness might have been lost from getting drilled, but that doesn’t undo the wonder of plundering a virgin hole. Turning a woman just that little bit more into a filthy degenerate like me.

She takes deep, laboured breaths as her as finally sits flush against my crotch. Her belly slightly swelled as her body is forced to make room for me the only way it can. “Fuck! I feel so full!”

“Nicely done,” I praise her, stroking her thighs appreciatively. “Now, you know what the next part is, don’t you?”

“Right,” she nods, gathering herself, then raising her ass up inch by inch. I can feel her asshole try working with her, trying to force me out, before she lowers herself again, working up a slow but steady rhythm of impaling herself on my impossibly large cock. Her pace slowly increases as the passage, her passage, eases. Her asshole squeezing and massaging my dick with each movement. I continue to stroke her thighs as she begins fucking herself on me in earnest, her deep and heavy breathing begins to morph into pants. Not of exertion, but of pleasure. She leans forward, getting into it, smiling despite herself. I take the opportunity of her new position to reach out and fondle one of her breasts. “Can’t believe, one of your powers, just makes them bigger,” she lets out in a panting laugh as I toy with her nipple.

“Not my first choice for powers,” it was actually third or fourth, “But I’m hardly going to complain.”

“I don’t know, whether to feel better,” she grunts, and I can tell she’s finding it strange how much she’s enjoying this. “Even with your power, still just a teenage boy.”

Well, she’s not to know that I haven’t really been that in a long time. Most men of any age enjoy a lovely set of tits. I don’t say so. I don’t say anything. Instead I lean up and kiss her as I approach my limit. I can feel her surprise which in turn is a surprise. I’ve kissed her before. But that thought gets brushed aside for the moment as I enjoy actually being able to spill my seed inside one of her holes, filling up her guts with sperm. She tightens at the foreign sensation, but slowly relaxes, both from my completion and into the kiss.

I finally let myself go soft inside her, the first time all morning. I don’t think I’ll be needing or even wanting to go another round until tonight at the earliest.

Summer collapses on top of me, succumbing to the inevitability of tiring even with a huntress’ stamina. I start absently stroking her hair. “Why did you kiss me?” she asks.

“Because I wanted to,” I answer simply. “I’ve kissed you before.”

“I didn’t really think about it then. We were having sex, like, regular sex. It seemed like a thing you do when you have sex,” she explains. “This time... You were fucking me in the ass. You were using me as you wanted. But you kissed me.”

I don’t answer right away, taking a moment to think how I want to approach this. But I’ve been more honest with Summer than maybe anyone else. Even with Cinder I’m letting her believe what she wants to believe. And so... I’ll continue as I have been. “You’re mine.” It isn’t a complete answer, and yet it’s the most complete answer. The entire situation summed up in two words. “I don’t want to ever let you go. You’re a wonderful woman. I want to marry you. I want you to carry my children.”

“Aha,” she laughs awkwardly, uncertainty and trepidation in her expression. “And your girlfriend will be okay with that?”

“She’s okay with everyone else,” I answer evasively for the sake of not saying who ‘everyone else’ includes.

Much like me earlier, she doesn’t answer right away. Taking a moment before making a quiet request. “Can I think about it?”

“As long as you need.”

-(-)-

The occupants of the Team RWBY dorm were calm. At least three quarters of them were. Blake was scribbling away in a notebook, working on some problem she didn’t want to share with her team. Weiss and Yang were cuddling, though the Schnee heiress would deny it were it called as such out loud. Probably while also snuggling deeper into Yang’s generous bosom.

And Ruby... Ruby couldn’t sit still. Pacing back and forth across the room with her scroll in her hands. “I’m gonna call him.”

“Then call him,” Yang said supportively. Weiss nodding in agreement, or she was nuzzling Yang’s breasts. It could have been either. Or both.

“I’m gonna call him,” Ruby said again, pacing a few more steps.

Yang didn’t answer again, just stared expectantly, waiting for her little sister to do just that. But the scroll stayed inactive, shaking in the girl’s nervous grip.

Blake sighed. “It’s amazing to me that you two are so okay with this,” she said, peering over the top of her book at the two lovers on the team. Who also shared the man their leader was intending to call. “Weiss I can understand, but you Yang? You and Ruby might end up sleeping with the same guy. And you just know he’s going to want to try something with both of you at once if he’s into it.”

Weiss frowned as she felt Yang shift oddly behind her. Blake’s eyes narrowed as she noticed Ruby’s thighs squeeze together just a little. Her nose twitched as she smelled a certain scent enter the air.

“It’s fine,” Yang waved the comment off. “Vlad’s a good guy. A pretty considerate lover and knows how to satisfy a woman. Can’t ask for more than that for my baby sister’s first time, right?” She declined to comment on the other thing Blake said. Yang was a pretty fun-time girl but she couldn’t deny it was a little weird how she thought having a threesome with Ruby and Vlad would be hot.

She felt a dainty hand rest on the back of hers. Looked down to see Weiss looking up at her with an understanding smile, then returned to snuggling. Well, maybe one person understood.

Looking back at the still frozen Ruby, Yang sighed. “Ruby, just call him. You’re cute, fun, he already likes you and you’ve got a perfect in. You’ve got this.”

“Right!” Ruby chirped eagerly with a grin of gratitude for her big sister egging her on. She looked down at the scroll. Found his name in her contacts, stared at the big green call button as her finger hovered over it.

...

...

“Ruby!”

“Yipe!” The girl startled, the scroll bouncing in her hands. When she caught it and looked at it again it was already connecting a call. “Ah! Ah! It’s calling him! It’s ringing! What do I do?!”

“Talk to him?” Blake answered.

“R-Right!” She put the scroll next to her ear. “Hi Vlad!” she said to a still unanswered call.

Beep. “Hello?” she heard from the other end.

“H... Hi Vlad!” she said again. “It’s Ruby. Just c... calling to ask, uh, how’s it hangin’?”

“Oh lord,” Weiss murmured, hiding in Yang’s cleavage from sympathetic embarrassment. All the while Yang was shaking from repressed laughter.

“... Fine? How are you? Is Blake doing better now?”

“O-oh, yeah, Blake’s fine. You’re fine, right Blake?” Ruby looked over to see the cat faunus hiding behind her book. She did not see the blush that had erupted on her face. “So I... noticed your weapon was messed up? In, in combat class, I mean.”

“Oh, that. Yes, the cable on the grapple line snapped and I haven’t had opportunity to get it repaired.”

“W-Well maybe I can help! I’m pretty good with engineering and junk,” she ignored Yang’s snort at the understatement. She was being humble! “And I have a spot reserved in the engineering workshop! If we meet up soon, we could probably get it done today!”

“Well, that’s very kind of you to offer, though I wouldn’t want to impose if you had your own maintenance to attend to.”

“No noooo, no no no! It wouldn’t be imposing! Definitely not imposing. I’d even say it was posing!” That was the opposite of posing,right? She was afraid she was starting to forget how words work. “I’ll meet you at the workshop?”

“Well I’m in town at the moment, but I can probably get back say, in an hour?”

“Sounds good see you then bye!” she said in rapid succession, hanging up the call before panting so hard she might hyperventilate.

All three of her teammates stared at her in wide-eyed shock at the performance. “Ruby,” Yang spoke slowly, “You are so lucky I’m your wingwoman on this one.”

“Yaaang!” Ruby whined, her face as red as her cloak.

“No, really. I’m trying to square that conversation in my mind as the same girl who sent him a picture of her tits from my scroll.”

Ruby blinked at her. Silence rained for a beat.

Two.

“THAT WAS HIM?!”

-(-)-

She marched toward the engineering workshop with all of the confidence she was not feeling in the slightest. That scroll call was a nightmare and her whole team knew it. And now she was supposed to try and be charming and likeable and not a complete dolt (as Weiss would call her). All while talking to her crush who was tall and handsome and she now knew had a terrifyingly large penis and had already seen her ruboobies even though she never knew until today and did he know they were hers and–? “Ruby!”

“Boobies!” The colour drained from her face. Nooooooo... “I mean... Vlad!” she corrected, praying to whoever might listen that he hadn’t heard the first thing she said.

His smile gave away nothing as he approached. Either he didn’t hear or he was pretending not to have heard. Either way she took it as a mercy. “It occurs to me I have yet to thank you for this. I admit I don’t have a head for engineering so if I were to try to do this myself it would take the whole weekend at the least. Likely more.” He took her hand and oh his hands were big. And warm. “I’ll have to find some way to repay you for going out of your way like this.”

“We-We-Well I’m s-sure I could think of something!” she giggled awkwardly, going silently as he raised her hand to press his lips against her knuckles. The high-pitched noise she made at the contact defied transcription.

And then he gently released her hand, graciously not mentioning her fierce blush. “Shall we?” He pushed open the door to the workshop and entered, Ruby having to quickstep to catch up to him.

The second she crossed the threshold into the space she felt a little more at ease. This was her territory. Well, it was the school’s, but within the school this was one of the places she could feel truly confident about herself, the only place she felt more comfortable was the RWBY dorm. In classrooms she was so far behind everyone else, had to work so hard to catch up to the people who had that extra couple of years she didn’t. And in the wild or a fight she was capable but so often felt in over her head. But here, here she had respect for what she could do. A couple of people waved to her as they walked, people she had helped when their projects weren’t quite going right.

And that was why she was here. To help someone when they needed it. Sure, it was the boy she liked. And... Other considerations she found out about today but didn’t need to think about for fear of dying of embarrassment. But the important part was she was here to make a weapon go whirr-click-click like it should. In those terms, she could do this. “Okay! Let’s find a free bench!” she commanded, taking the lead as she walked a little more easily, more assuredly towards an empty space.

Without prompting, Vlad retrieved his broken weapon from his sleeve. The shaft of the spear in one piece. Well, not in one piece but sectioned as per its design. The spearhead however had been roughly welded to the shaft. “Hm, we’ll have to undo that first,” she murmured. “Do you have the blueprints?”

“Right here,” he answered, opening his scroll to show the design configuration.

She was annoyed at first, forced to view the design on such a limited screen. But as she looked she understood why. Her own blueprints for Crescent Rose were incredibly complex, multi-sheet design schematics. They had to be for how complicated it was. Some people would say over-designed but those people were buttheads who didn’t understand her beautiful partner in spinny death.

Vlad’s weapon on the other hand, A Treia Teapa, it was very simple. The shaft split into four sections, the topmost dominated by the spearhead. They were designed to quickly snap together, only splitting for storage purposes. Within the shaft were meters upon meters of sturdy cable connected to the spearhead. On the outside of the spear there were two switches connected to the spearhead. One to open it into a grapnel claw. The other to fire it, either as a grapple line when open or as a harpoon when closed.

“This is a pretty simple weapon design,” she observed aloud. “With a design like this it feels like the only thing that can go wrong did go wrong.”

“I suppose so,” he agreed, “I never found the desire to have a complex weapon design. Just something that suited my purposes. Let’s me move around the battlefield, bring enemies closer or bring me closer to an enemy.” He shared a conspiratorial look with her. “A certain someone has been getting on at me about adding a dustcasting functions. But that sort of thing always struck me as so volatile, so easy to go wrong in an unexpected fashion.”

“Right?!” Ruby immediately jumped on the train of thought, one she shared. “Weiss is always all ‘Ruby, dust is the foundation of technology! You can do so much more with it than fancy bullets!’ Bleh! I trust my baby more than some crummy old dust any day!” she announced with a comically upturned nose. Adopting the mannerisms of her wealthy teammate, mostly out of fun.

Vlad laughed and Ruby felt the familiar tendrils of embarrassment sneak up on her. “Well I rather agree. This weapon has never let me down before. Err, except for this, I suppose,” he added with mild embarrassment of his own. And strangely enough the stumble only helped to make her feel more comfortable.

Comfortable enough even to, “Wellllll... I mean we could just fix it up same as it was,” she offered innocently, “Or... Maybe we add a couple of bells and whistles while we’re here?”

He raised an eyebrow at her and she worried he might think she were overstepping. Only in hindsight did she realise how she would react if someone wanted to redesign Crescent Rose.

Instead, “What do you have in mind?”

Ruby couldn’t suppress her giggle. Oh, he shouldn’t have asked that.