Crimson Immoderation Chapter 25: Step One

Ruby tried not to fidget too hard as she walked with her sister into the residential district of Vale. Tried. Not succeeded. The edges of her cloak began to fray for how feverishly she was worrying at it.

So for all of her efforts it was only natural for Yang to see how nervous her little sister was. And try to snap her out of it the way only a big sister could.

“Hey! Yang!” Ruby yelped as her hood was thrown over her head, lurching her body forward with the motion. “What the heck!” she demanded, throwing it off again.

“You think I’m gonna let my baby sister alone to her little freakout?” the blonde teased, “What kind of role model would I be if I did that?”

“A considerate one?”

“Exactly!” Yang grinned at her. “When my example was Qrow you get what you get.”

Maturely, Ruby stuck her tongue out at her in response.

“So what’s got you all worked up? We’re just going to see Amber.” To Yang’s knowledge, Amber was... Well, she seemed pretty on the level. While it was kind of suspicious for a long lost relative to appear out of nowhere to give Ruby some super special secret training, Yang believed it. Amber was the only person she had seen other than their mom who had that eye colour. It was very distinctive. Plus she was so... Earnest, about it all. Like helping Ruby was something she needed to do.

Weird that she looked at Yang the same way now and again... But she could understand blood not necessarily meaning family. All of them understood that.

“Okay, it’s–” Ruby started, only to stop, fidget for a few more seconds, “The thing is it’s all really complicated and... Okay!” Suddenly the little red girl zipped in front of her sister, palms raised and forward placatingly. “Things are gonna be confusing and maybe you’ll want to jump to conclusions and everything and I just– I just want you to promise me you won’t freak out, okay?”

Yang’s eyes narrowed. If Ruby had wanted to make sure her sister stayed calm she had chosen a poor way to go about it. “And what conclusions would I jump to?”

“Nnn!” Ruby groaned in frustration, knowing she had made things worse before they could even reach bad. “Look, no one did anything to hurt anyone and there’s a lot more to it than it’ll look like when you first meet her. Just please, promise me we can talk things through and you won’t go all angry eyes.”

“You’re talking like that’ll be a given. What, is my mom gonna be there waiting for us?”

Ruby’s reply was delivered completely stone-faced. “I promise Raven will not be present.”

“Well then there’s nothing to worry about!” Yang assured, ruffling her little sister’s hair before walking past her. “Geez, Ruby, talking like I’m some kind of crazy rage monster going off for no reason. You need to learn to relax.”

Ruby let out a half-frustrated half-nervous sigh before rejoining her sister. She never did get that promise.

Moments later they were knocking on Summer’s door. “Come in!”

Yang hesitated not at all to open the door. Why would she? It was only a visit to their aunt’s place. And if the thing Ruby was worried about was so bad she’d just punch it and they could go back to the dorm. No big deal.

That attitude lasted until she swaggered into the living room of the apartment and saw a ghost sitting on the couch. Dark hair that reddened like rust at the ends, silver eyes. That same gentle, even hesitant smile that still haunted her oldest memories.

“Wh–!” So many questions. None of them sufficient.

The woman stood. Turned. Faced her. Smiled just that little bit wider, eyes already pleading an apology. “Hello, little dragon.”

Yang’s breathing got heavier, her mind trying and failing to cope with what it was being presented. Impossibilities were discarded, leading to only a single, enraging conclusion. Her eyes burned red. “You bitch.”

“Uhh...?” Summer uttered, rearing back slightly from the snarling figure of her adopted daughter.

“Yang–!”

“How dare you pretend to be her!” Ember Celica unfolded, extended over her wrists and along her forearms. She felt a tugging force trying to hold her back that she shrugged off with pure force.

“Ahh!”

“Yang Xiao-Long!” Summer belted out with a voice that inspired long forgotten instincts, snapping the blonde out of her rage in an instant. “What did you just do to your sister?!”

Yang’s eyes, returning to their natural purple, widened as she took in what was being said. She whirled around, seeing her little sister crumpled on the floor.

“Owie...”

“Ruby!” As though they swapped semblances, Yang near-teleported to her sister’s side. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“We have aura, I’m fine,” Ruby groused, rubbing her head. “But you’re still a jerk.”

“I’m sorry, I–!” She stopped. Her head turned as a third presence joined them, kneeling down, taking the youngest of the family by the arms and pulling her back up to her feet. More memories flooded back. Of Summer Rose doing the exact same thing. She would help them stand, but they would have to right themselves. She wasn’t sure she wanted to believe it. What her being here would imply... “Mom?”

“Ten whole years and you haven’t changed a bit.” Her look gentle but reproving. A look that said Yang had done wrong but was already forgiven.

“But... How...?”

“Let’s get your sister sorted and we can talk about it.”

Ruby brushed the steadying arms off her. “You don’t need to baby me, I’m fine!”

“You didn’t seem to mind yesterday.”

“Mom!”

The conversation, such as it was, moved to the living room proper, Yang keeping wary distance from Summer, sitting across a corner of the coffee table in a chair. As far away from Summer as she could sit. Ruby, in a surprising show of understanding for the situation, sat at the end of the couch between the two women. A position of support for both, a mediator. Being named the leader of a team with some severe differences had done her a world of favours for her awareness of these things.

“You died?” Yang asked, once Summer had given her full explanation. And for a guilty moment, Yang felt relief that her second mother hadn’t run off like the first. “I have... A lot of questions.”

“I don’t know if there’s an afterlife,” Summer pre-empted. “I don’t remember anything between the moment I died and finding myself in that room.”

“That wasn’t the first I had but it was on the list,” Yang admitted. “Why didn’t you tell Dad? When Qrow came back and–”

“I know,” Summer cut her off, feeling the weight of it even more now that both her daughters had asked the same question. “I’ll tell him. I will. I promise. Just... Once things are more settled.”

“But–!”

“Yang,” Summer interrupted again, “I hope you never have to understand. Your dad, he’s been your dad for your whole lives. To me, he was my Taiyang ten years ago. And then he lived those ten years without me and... He’s different now. To what I remember. He wears the same face, speaks with the same voice and yet I don’t recognise him at all. The man I loved is gone, now all that’s there is a man who looks like him.”

Grief rolled off of her in waves, enough for both daughters to recognise it. Enough that they were willing to drop the subject for the time being. “Mom?” Yang asked hesitantly, “I get that there’s a lot of things you don’t want to talk about. No matter how much I want answers.”

“I know!” Summer assured her, “I, you’ll know, I promise! And it’s not bad, it’s just they aren’t just my secrets to tell.”

“But maybe you could tell me something else?”

“Yang,” Ruby spoke up, knowing what this was going to be. She pleaded with her eyes, begging her sister to let all that drop now that they had Summer back.

But she couldn’t. “Mom, why did Raven leave?”

There wasn’t surprise in Summer’s reaction to the question. Mild confusion at most. “They never told you?”

“Dad would get angry if I brought her up. Auntie Qrow would get sad and leave, come back later reeking of booze. The best I could get out of them was that she’s best left alone.”

Summer sighed. “Guess I can’t say that’s surprising given everything that happened.” She gave her daughter a look of utmost seriousness. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you. But it won’t end with you feeling any better about it.”

“That’s fine,” Yang nodded. “I just... Even if it’s bad, I need to know. Even if only so I can put it behind me.”

“... Alright.”

-(-)-

“Ilia seems to be settling into the warehouse well enough.” Cinder’s words are interspersed with sighs of pleasure. “Though unsurprisingly, she hasn’t warmed up to us completely despite ‘saving her life’. I assume you already have an idea for how to resolve such a wrinkle?”

It’s nice to get a chance to just relax for a bit. My team just taking some time in our dorm to indulge ourselves for the evening. Neo happily deepthroating my cock, only the happier for my paying her barely any attention while she does it. It’s quite nice that I can make her cum by just letting her blow me while I ignore her entirely. Meanwhile Emerald is enjoying her reward. The chance to pleasure her mistress, but also while Cinder toys with her body, stroking at the greenette’s folds as though petting her for doing a good job.

My team are great.

“The more we interact, the more I can bring her onside,” I admit. “Roma is going to be a problem since she’s–”

“A rotten bitch.”

“Well, I was going to say vocally racist but both terms fit. But I’ve already taken a step that should more fully get our new faunus friend even more friendly.”

“Mm? Mmm.” A questioning hum becomes a pleased one as I assume Emerald hits just the right spot. “Oh, I see. The runaway faunus?”

“I suppose Ilia and I are of like mind in some respects. Both of us can be inspired to act in pursuit of pussy.”

Cinder gives me an unimpressed stare. “That was terrible.”

I shrug, not disagreeing. “I couldn’t just leave it lying there.”

“You really could have. Still, I find it surprising you would sacrifice your chance with a girl, even in pursuit of another girl.”

I push Neo’s head down, forcing her to keep my cock hilted in her throat for a few wonderful seconds before I let her go again. She sputters, glaring lightly at me as she returns to her own pace.

... Wait. Have I tamed her? Holy shit, I just realised how many times my dick has been inside this insane ice-cream girl. I need to test that.

“Vlad?”

“Oh, sorry, got distracted. Ilia will be mine, there’s no doubt about that. And she can have Blake if she wants, so long as I get a turn with her at least once.” It probably won’t be just once, but once is all I need. I don’t really care about pursuing an actual relationship with the cat faunus.

“Your web of relationships is getting rather complex.”

“It’s really not,” I counter. I pat Neo’s head, “Mine,” point at Cinder, then Emerald, “Mine, mine. Weiss, mine. Yang, mine. Summer, mine. Winter, mine. Pyrrha, mine. Jaune, mine. Ilia will be mine, so will Ruby, so will Glynda and hopefully so will Amber. Flings with others will happen and whatever goes on between you all I don’t really mind. So long as you remember you’re mine.”

What once would have gotten a scoff from Cinder now gets a shudder. Or maybe that’s down to Emerald’s skilled ministrations. “I can live with that,” she smirks at me. “Though you bring up the Fall Maiden again.” She glares at her left hand, the one not currently burying fingers in Emerald’s leaking pussy. “What are our plans regarding her?”

Oh joy. She wants my blood flow to go upwards again. Well, at least after considering that problem I know the facts well enough to rattle them off. “We have two weeks. After that window elapses, General Ironwood and a contingent of Atlas forces will arrive in preparation for the Vytal Festival. If we try to retrieve Amber after he has arrived he’s as likely as not to raze Vale to the ground looking for her regardless of what Ozpin wants.”

“I didn’t take him for that kind of ruthless.”

“He can be if pushed to it.” Neo’s cheeks hollow as she sucks me like a vacuum. I feel like she’s trying to get my attention. From where her backside wiggles back and forth I can see her fingers working her own holes. Ignore her. Focus. “Getting in and out of the vault is the difficult part. Getting in requires bypassing a digital lock for which I can bet there are only three people with keys. Only two of them currently in Beacon.”

“Ozpin and Goodwitch.”

“Well guessed. But getting in will be easy compared to getting out. Any change in Amber’s condition I guarantee Ozpin will immediately be notified. Maybe Glynda too. And there is only one exit.” From that perspective, that enormously long and ostentatious hallway leading to a one-person ICU makes more sense. It would force any intruders to take more time to get out. Time that would allow the headmaster to intercept them.

Cinder looks at her infested arm again. “And even if you were willing to go so directly against Ozpin, we would no longer have the power to do so.”

I nod. “Getting rid of that is our only chance to revive her. If it works, she wakes up and we’re in a predicament. If it doesn’t, one of my long-term plans is shot but we can probably escape quite easily.”

“Is she really worth the risk?” Cinder feels compelled to ask. “When we fought, aside from the power she wielded, the same power I will wield soon enough, she didn’t seem like anything special.”

“The long-term plan is for the sake of dealing with your old boss in the unlikely event she decides to personally come calling.”

She goes silent at that. It’s an eventuality neither of us like, but also not one we can afford to ignore. I unload Neo’s favourite treat down her throat as I wait for Cinder to answer. The cum-drunk ice-cream girl doesn’t even stop once the tap stops flowing, going right back to happily sucking. “Fine. So we need a way in, a distraction to keep Ozpin occupied and failing that, an alternate escape route. And we have two weeks. Do we have any leads on any of those things?”

“As it happens, I’ve been working on the first one for–” My scroll rings. I look at the screen and see Glynda’s face. Speak of the devil. “A while.” I raise a finger, warning Cinder to be quiet as I answer. “Professor Goodwitch, is there something I can do for you?”

“Mister Dracul, I gave you a reprieve for missing our session on the weekend given what happened. But I trust you won’t be missing our appointment today?”

Shit. I forgot about that. “Of course not.”

“Excellent. I’m on my way to the training rooms now. I look forward to seeing you there waiting for me.”

I grab Neo by the neck and drag her off my spit-soaked cock as I stand. “Of course!” The call ends from her side. I look to Cinder and shrug. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” Hopefully with good news. I quickly clean myself up, step over Neo as she lounges on the floor like a satisfied cat rubbing her belly and rush my way out of the dorms via the express elevator. Also known as the window. Across the courtyard into the main school building and down into the basement floor where the training rooms are.

Several minutes later Glynda appears. My smile has a slight grimace to it as I realise she got me. “Good evening, professor.”

She regards me with arms folded. “Mister Dracul. Glad to see you’re punctual as ever.”

“What can I say? I wouldn’t miss your personal attentions for the world.”

Just the hint of a smirk. “Oh, I highly doubt that but the flattery is appreciated. Shall we?” she asks, pulling out her scroll and opening the door to the training room, heels clacking against the solid flooring. I’m probably not imagining the slightest extra wiggle to her movements. Given the nature of the training it’s hard to tell if it’s for my enjoyment, to entice me as part of the training, or both. Regardless, I follow her in.

Once again, just like every session before this one, she strips off her skirt and plants herself in a chair with her legs crossed. Her hand presented as though she were a noble lady expecting me to kiss it. Which, with a smirk, I do. Activating the draining effect of my semblance with the contact. “Cheeky,” she smirks at me. My eyes smile back at her, though I forgot this is an evening session so my lips are pressed against her knuckles for an uncomfortably long time before the change hits me.

Focus. My eyeline drifts down to the thin layer of dark fabric obscuring Glynda’s sex.

Don’t... Lose... Control...!

My breathing is heavy. I can feel the strain, the excess power eating away at the corners of my mind, but in this my mind and my instincts are united. We want her. We will have her. But we only get her if we stay. Calm.

“Mister Dracul?” Glynda asks, her voice a vague and distant sound that barely reaches me. “Can you speak?”

“Y...” Words are difficult, but we got this far before. “Yes...”

“Very good!” she praises and that almost breaks my concentration and restraint on its own. “I want you to walk to that wall and back. Walk, Mister Dracul. Can you do that for me?”

With juddering, unsteady movements, I nod. My conscious mind having to claw back a little more control to turn away from the beautiful woman I need to breed. Every step is a heavy thing, a stomp to reaffirm my resolve as I force myself over to the wall. I stop as I reach it, taking more heavy breaths that move my whole upper body as I prepare myself for the return trip. Knowing it will be harder to keep control as I advance on the woman.

I turn...

Glynda is waiting for me. Standing proudly on full display. Naked save for her stockings and glasses. Her pale skin, marvellous and delicious breasts, hips more than fit for child-bearing, her legs ever so slightly spread to reveal a hint of her reddish-pink pussy lips under a cover of blonde hair. “I have no interest in a mindless beast. Do you remember me saying that? Come back to me. As a man. As Vlad Dracul.”

My body lurches forward. The fingers of my instinct scrabble away furiously at my conscious mind! I can feel it! I–!

My body stops. Not restrained. Not by force. But I see what my instincts see. They see the woman. Her look sharpened. Her eyes narrowed. The crop in her hand ready to put an end to it if she has to. As if of its own volition, my instinct draws back to allow me more control.

A step. Two. My mind blurs. Five. Again. Twelve. She’s right there. Within arms reach. But I don’t move.

She smiles at me. Gives me no permission to do more so I don’t. Just standing there until the haze fully clears from my mind and I’m me again. She smiles wider, seeing the change. “Congratulations are in order, Mister Dracul.”

“I did it,” I breathe. Though even as proud of my progress as I am I can’t pass up the opportunity to get a good long look at Glynda’s naked body. “You’re gorgeous.”

“I’m quite aware you think so.” She wears the proud smile of a teacher seeing one of her students succeed, sharing in that sense of accomplishment. “It wasn’t perfect but you’ve made incredible progress over these few weeks.”

She picks up her bundle of clothes– Oh. “So it was just a–” tease, I’m about to say until I realise she’s carrying her clothes towards a locker.

“It’s important that we reinforce the understanding you’ve made so far between your conscious and unconscious mind,” she explains, depositing her clothing into the locker and giving me a show as she does. “And the best way to do that would be giving your instincts the reward they were promised for keeping yourself in control.”

My coat is already off, my shirt following it. Yes, yes, yes!

Oh. I quickly pull out my scroll while her back is still turned, tap at it a few times, then continue stripping down.

“For that reason, I– Oh. That was fast,” she remarks as she takes in my nudity from close up as I put my own clothes in the locker with hers. “And quite forward thinking given what we need to do now.” She closes the locker, takes a few steps away from it... And presents her hand to me again.

“I don’t understand.”

“Letting your conscious mind have me would be fine, but this is still your training. And showing your instincts that it was only through ceding control that you got what you wanted could do wonders for your future progress.”

She says that, but I can see the slight flush to her skin, the stiffening of her nipples and the trickle of moisture running between her legs. She might say it’s just for my training... But I get the feeling that deep down she does want a beast. “You seem very certain you can still stop me if you need to. Even without your weapon. Even when I’m inside you.”

Her tongue flicks out over her lips. “I am.” She isn’t. But she doesn’t care. She made sure before she would let me do this if I really need to restrain myself, I can.

I take her hand. Interlock my fingers with hers. But I don’t drain her. Instead, I use that hand to pull her in, taking her lips. The glow of my semblance activating illuminates both of our faces as I seal us into a vampiric kiss.

The change happens. She can feel it as my grip on her hand becomes less gentle, more possessive. My instincts, my thoughts, they’re of the same mind. And they both want nothing more in this moment than to break Glynda. To breed her. To make her mine forever. And with that possessive grip on her hand, we do what needs to be done.

She feels it. Instantly she feels it as through that touch her lust is raised from its already high level to absolute maximum. “Oh gods!” she cries, cut off as I throw myself forwards, knocking her onto her back as I lay atop her, roughly groping and squeezing her soft titflesh with my other hand. Her glasses are gone, thrown off in the fall. Her long and powerful legs wrap around my back, already trying to force me inside her.

And I already would be if she hadn’t made the mistake of teaching me restraint.

Her free hand is at my back, long fingernails scrabbling for purchase. I grab it, bring them together and grasp them by the wrists to hold above her. I sniff at her neck, her perfume and her natural scent mixing in my nose as she mewls beneath me, heels kicking at my back. My teeth close on her collarbone as my hips thrust at her soaking wet core. Once. Twice. A wet shlick as my cock slams with full power into her cunt, right down to the hilt. Her womb ready and accepting for what I have to give it. Her scream of ecstasy is no girlish squeal but an experienced woman getting her desperately needed dose of dick. “Hah! Hah! Hah!” My thrusts match her desperate breathing, each one a vocal groan of pleasure as I take her cunt. It squeezes urgently, begging. Milking. Pleading for hot cum to fill and breed her. My teeth find and latch on to one of her nipples, my hand squeezing the soft and heavy mound as if trying to draw out its milk.

By now I can’t stop myself, the churning in my sac too much to contain by even a willing mind and mine is no longer willing. After minutes of pounding my teacher mercilessly I’m more than ready to flood her womb. Hot white jets of virile sperm shoot directly into her sucking cunt, eager to seek out her eggs.

But there’s no need to worry. Not when I can make it happen. Breed. The command goes out, Glynda Goodwitch will become my happy little broodmare. I’m more than capable of ensuring that much.

Glynda herself is beaming up at me in relief and satisfaction. “That was– OH!” My cock slips out of her as I flip her over onto her hands and knees. She struggles to find balance on the puddle of sweat she left on the floor. “Mister Dracul–!”

“Vlad,” I correct her. “After all of these weeks? We’re not stopping after one round.”

“Your training isn’t over! There’s no need to be in a r-ungh!” She grunts as she feels my still hard shaft slam into her from behind. Her ass ripples pleasantly from the impact. A sight I enjoy again.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

And again.

“Huah... Hah... Hah...!”

And again.

“Too mush...! Too full...! Can’t feel my legs!”

Her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she lies on her side, exhausted. Her pussy, the cheeks of her ass, the tops of her thighs, red from the repeated heavy impacts of excessively vigorous, semblance empowered ravaging. Her puffy and red pussy leaks a little white river between her legs. Every now and again a tremor, an aftershock runs through her body. There are visible teeth marks on her breasts, on her neck. It’s a good thing her blouse will cover all of them.

I had to stop. The draining... She isn’t down to dangerous levels, but she’s dangerously close to dangerous levels. Both my instincts and my thoughts are satisfied with this. I lean over her, kiss her on the forehead, run a hand through her hair. “Let me know if you have ideas for baby names,” I whisper, smiling. With that, I fetch my clothes from the locker, indulge a secret grin as I check my scroll and leave Miss Goodwitch naked in a pool of our mixed fluids.

Step one complete.