Crimson Immoderation Part 23: Forced Hand

‘Ruby knows. I’m telling her. I’ll leave your name out of it.’

I can remember when I first started on this debauched journey of my new life. When I selected all of my initial perks it was with an eye to being... Not entirely in control, but at least enough that it was clear who wore the figurative pants in my many relationships. I’m starting to learn the downsides of spreading myself so thin with all of my women that even my limited influence over them doesn’t reach its full potential. With only spending a single if very active night with her, Summer is the woman I have the second least amount of influence over. The least being Winter who was never affected by any of my perks.

Sudden random thought. Disappointed I know of no one named Spring so I can have a full seasonal set.

But yes, Summer is only affected enough that she is willing to ‘leave my name out of it’ when she spills all of her and by extension my secrets to Ruby. Far, far earlier than I intended. And with Ruby knowing there’s a good chance Yang will know soon. And then from there we have Yang learning about Raven and potentially mucking up that plan, gah! When did everything turn into such a mess?!

... I’m going to have to accelerate. Everything. Even more than I was already planning to. I need to get Amber, heal her if possible. I need to get Raven, get Cinder to steal her power. Once that’s done... Ozpin will likely go on the warpath thinking Salem’s cronies have made their move. But after all that... I don’t think we need to do anything else. If all goes well, we’ll be in the clear to just live. I can gather points to get Amber and Glynda’s perks, become truly powerful with a maiden, perhaps two, at my side. Then all that’s left to worry about is Salem and her remaining pawns. If I can deal with them, get to Salem and take her, turn her. Then... Then I win.

But to do all that... This might be the most important time. This is the week that will make or break my future. I need to take some time. Plan things out. Decide my moves and account for every possible variable and make sure nothing goes wrong–

“You. Come with me,” Weiss insists both verbally and physically as she grabs my arm and drags me off.

“Did you need something? I was just going to my dorm to get some rest. You know, pulled an all-nighter and all.”

“Well then it’s good that I have something planned that should help you relax,” my girlfriend haughtily responds, giving me an unimpressed look as we quick-walk. “You certainly didn’t look like you were ready to rest. You looked like you were stressed beyond words.”

“Well...” I can feel myself wavering already. It can’t hurt, can it? Getting some proper rest and planning tomorrow with a clear head?

Weiss’ expression softens a little. “Let me just do something for you? You’ve been so good to me, I want to... And you looked like you need it.”

She looks so earnest in wanting to do this, I just can’t find it in me to say no to her when she’s like this. I smile at her. “Lead the way.”

“Good!” she nods in praise for me doing what she wants. Even if that is letting her do something nice for me, whatever that turns out to be. 

Strangely enough she takes me into the practice building, then down into the basement where the training rooms are. “Weiss? If your idea of winding down is with a workout or a spar I... Well actually that sounds nothing like an idea you would have so I honestly have no idea what you have planned.”

“I’m glad. That makes it more fun,” she tells me with a little smirk as she swipes her scroll against the door lock, opening it to reveal a near empty training room, containing only a single chair and–

“Yang?” I ask, the blonde brawler lounging in the not especially comfortable chair.

“Oh great, you found him!” Yang cheers, leaping out of the chair. “Then we can get this show on the road. Not gonna lie, I’ve been looking forward to your performance.”

“Performance?” I ask, smiling. “Are you going to sing for me again?” not able to keep the eagerness out of my voice. Her voice is angelic and I’ve always had a weakness for singers.

“Not today,” Weiss answers as the door swishes closed. I can see her filing away my reaction to the thought of her singing though. I hope that means I have something more to look forward to in future. “I thought today you might prefer a feast for the eyes instead of the ears.”

I blink. “Dancing?” I ask with interest. “I’ll be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance. I knew you did, but... Well. This will be an unexpected treat!”

“Of course! Don’t think I’d do this for just anyone!” she huffs, blushing brightly. “Go.. .Over there, sit in the chair and don’t look this way! I have to get ready!”

“Alright,” I shrug, walking over and getting as comfortable as I can in the rigid seat while Weiss moved behind me. I hear the rustle of clothing and the beginnings of music but that is the last I can focus on Weiss for the time being. Someone else is eager to steal my attention.

Yang is soon in front of me again, drawing my eye as she moves slowly, swaying in time with the music as she discards her gloves and unbuttons her jacket before raising her arms above her head. Her hips sway hypnotically in her short shorts. I notice at some point between me coming into the room and now she had removed her heavy boots. But that realisation is soon shoved aside as she shrugs off her jacket. She turns, her hands coming up to fondle herself through her tube top. I unconsciously lean trying to get a good look as her fingers squeeze the soft flesh of her tits but all I get out of it is a warning finger pointed my way.

She turns around again to face me, taking steps toward me in time with the music, taking a seat on my lap. Her upper body rolls, her breasts coming close enough I could tear her top off with my teeth, but I know what we’re doing now so I let Yang continue with her performance. The belt of her shorts is next to go, slid through the loops and tossed aside. She hikes one leg over me to position herself over the arm of the chair, back once again to me. She bends over, popping the button on her shorts before shimmying them down to expose her plush ass in only a yellow g-string. My eyes flick to my arm gripping the arm of the chair directly underneath her. It would be so easy. Wasn’t this supposed to help me relax? I don’t feel relaxed. I feel frustrated!

As if in response to my thoughts, Yang’s leg once again circles around so she faces me again, straddling me. For a few more seconds she thrusts her prodigious chest at me before in a single movement her fingers go under the fabric to pull it off in one go. No bra. I have no idea how she gets away with that but I’m not complaining. Her soft pink nipples are so tempting right now. But it seems the ‘no-touch’ rule has outlived its usefulness as when Yang thrusts her chest forward she pulls my face between her enormous tits. This soft heaven, this relief, I could fall asleep right here.

She pulls away, then she slides down, no longer straddling me, instead kneeling between my legs. “Do you remember the first time we met, Vlad?” she asks breathily. “It was just like this. Do you remember what I did?”

My voice fails me, I just nod.

She winks up at me as she pulls out my cock. “I’ll just relive some memories while you enjoy the show.”

Show? My breath is stolen twice in quick succession. First by Yang joyfully beginning her combination blow/titjob, my shaft sliding into her slippery valley while she sucks eagerly on the head. Second by the reappearance of Weiss as she strides purposefully from behind me. Wearing only a pair of ballet shoes. While she has given this whole performance a heavy layer of eroticism it seems she is taking it entirely seriously, her expression determined.

As she begins to move, to dance, to move with such ethereal grace beyond anything I’ve seen before. My beautiful snow angel. A sight just for me as she spins, as she prances in time with the music. Erotic to be certain. How could it not be with such a fae-like beauty moving so gracefully, free of any burden but the expectation she puts on herself. Her body on display from every angle as she raises one leg in a vertical split, twirling once, twice on one foot. It’s beautiful.

This moment. This captivating moment. I feel such bliss I don’t even notice as Yang’s efforts are rewarded three times over. This. Today is going to be a memory I look back on and no matter what happens in the future it will all have been worth it for this moment right here.

As Weiss’ dance comes to a close, Yang moves to the side a little to let the snow angel see the fruits of her labour. “Will you come join me, Weiss?”

The spell broken by spoken word, I can’t stay quiet anymore. “You’re amazing,” I breathe more than speak.

As she daintily steps closer, “I’m glad you liked it,” she smiles bashfully, lowering herself to her knees.

A beautiful and vivacious firebrand of a tomboy. A cultured young woman, cold yet soft as the snow. Both of them kneeling beneath me working only to give me pleasure. Yes. This is the kind of moment  I dreamed of when I started this life.

-(-)-

“And then Yang came home way past curfew. Dad was super mad. But Auntie Qrow just looked at her and asked ‘How big?’ Yang put her hands out like this and Auntie Qrow said ‘nice’ and gave her a high five.” Ruby giggled to herself. “You should have seen Dad’s face, he was so mad and– Ohhh... I just realised what they were talking about.” And realised who she was telling. Summer found her daughter’s expression at that realisation funnier than any story she could tell.

This was how Summer had spent the last several hours and there was not a single part of her that would have wanted to be anywhere else. She might have felt exhausted. She might have spent those hours silently worried for the time when the real questions would come. The ones for which she didn’t have nice answers. But even so, listening to her little girl excitedly recounting her entire life, from pre-school to Signal all the way up to the day they met again. It was the happiest she had ever been in this new second chance at life.

And while it continued on for some time, coming all the way up to Ruby getting accepted to Beacon two years early (alongside a spot-on impression of Ozpin), at some point it had to come to an end. To make way for the moment Summer quietly dreaded.

“Mom... Why did you leave?” Ruby asked in a small, vulnerable voice. “I know I said I don’t care but I still want to know. Was it like with Yang’s mom? Dad still gets angry if we bring her up but it’s not like that for you. Did... Did he do something? Or was it me?”

“Honey,” Summer pulled her daughter’s head in to rest on her shoulder, “It was nothing like that. I didn’t leave, I–”

“But you did!” Ruby near shouted back at her, pulling away to let silver meet silver. “You did leave! We... We had a funeral! We thought you died and now you’ve just come back pretending to be someone else and–!”

“Ruby,” the mother sighed; a sad, forlorn breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth when I came back. I wish it could have been different. But I didn’t leave. I... I died, Ruby.”

Her daughter’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “You’re lying. You’re lying again!”

“Ruby, how old do I look to you?”

The accusing gaze turned to confusion. “I dunno, old?”

“As old as Tai– As old as your dad?” Ruby’s expressive eyes told her the answer she had come to. “When you were little I went out on a mission with your Auntie Qrow. Things went wrong, I got caught, they cut out my eyes and left me to die. And then I died.”

“Auntie Qrow said... That you weren’t coming back.”

“And I wasn’t.” Qrow. That was someone else she would need to talk to. Or watch out for. A lucky turn that she was out of the city, probably on business for Ozpin. “But then something else happened a few months ago. Something even I don’t understand. The next thing I knew I was alive, faced with a man who claimed he had the power to bring me back. That you needed someone who would look out for you without question.” She smiled weakly. “That’s me. It’s always been me and it always will be. No matter what happens.”

“That can’t be true!” Ruby shot back, “I looked! Until Dad made me stop I kept looking to see if there were semblances that could do that, or even talk to dead people! It doesn’t exist!”

“You’re right. Semblances can’t do that. Magic can.”

“You– You expect me to believe in magic now?!” Ruby demanded, her voice becoming shrill.

“Why not? We have it. I don’t know how else I would describe the power of the silver eyes.” Summer gave her answer with an ashamed frown. “I know that I hurt you by lying to you for so long. It wasn’t fair to you or Yang. The only reason I did was to keep you safe, to protect you from knowledge that is very dangerous. But now that you know, I’ll never lie to you again.”

Ruby’s eyes suddenly widened. “Yang! I– I have to tell Yang! And Dad! And Auntie Qrow!”

“Ruby,” Summer tried to sound patient but a little of her frustration leaked through, “This is why it was important that I stay secret. There are certain people who if they found out they could make our lives... complicated.”

“I can’t lie to Yang!”

“And I’m not asking you to, or to keep it from her. I’m going to ask if–” No, that was wrong. “I’m going to let the person that brought me back know that you know, and that I’m going to tell your sister. She deserves an explanation. A lot of explanations. But you can’t tell anyone else. Especially Auntie Qrow. She’ll end up telling Ozpin and that’s–”

“But that makes no sense!” Ruby argued, “Auntie Qrow is– She needs to know you’re okay! And maybe we should tell Headmaster Ozpin!”

“Ruby,” it came out harsh. Summer took a deep breath to reign in her frustrations. “Tell me again, when you first met him, what was the very first thing he said to you?”

“That... I...” Ruby struggled to remember after being put on the spot. But then it came to her and her heart dropped. “Have silver eyes.”

A sad smile crossed Summer’s lips at her daughter realising her place in Ozpin’s grand battle. “Ozpin has been doing his job for a long time. A very long time. Long enough that it’s hard for him to see the people beyond what they can contribute to his endless war. I got caught up in that and it didn’t get me anywhere good. I don’t want that for you,” she choked, tears welling up that she couldn’t fight back. “Hearing you talk about your life, it made me so happy but I missed so much! All for someone else’s cause, I lost my chance to watch my baby grow up!”

“Mom?” Ruby asked, her own voice quaking out of empathy, not even knowing what question she was asking with that one word.

“I’m sorry,” Summer apologised, pulling back and wiping at her eyes before putting both hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “I’m okay. I’m okay. Ruby I’ll never lie to you, never ever again. But I need you to learn and figure out who is and isn’t worthy of your trust. I wish the world was as simple that we could just be huntresses and fight Grimm. That’s what I thought when I first went to Beacon. But it isn’t that simple. It’s important to know who you can have faith in. If it’s not me,” she swallowed, “I’ll understand. No matter what my reasons were, I lied to you. Secrets can keep you safe but they stop being secrets when you share them. What I told you today, I’m trusting you with that, do you understand?”

It was clear the teenager didn’t like it, but, “I think so. Mom, do you trust the man who brought you back?”

“Fully? No,” she answered honestly. “I don’t know what his real motives are aside from, well, he’s a typical man, I suppose. But he brought me back and the only thing he’s told me to do is protect and teach you. I can’t think too harshly of him for that. It’s more consideration than Ozpin ever gave.”

“Do you hate him?”

Summer didn’t have an immediate answer. Did she? He wasn’t directly responsible for her death. She had made her own choices, one of them being a dangerous career. She had chosen to follow his lead. It would have been easier to blame Ozpin for everything like Raven did. But, “No, I don’t think so. I just assumed a lot of things. I think the only thing that’s changed is I know better where his priorities are. Anyone is an acceptable loss if it pushes back the dark for even just a little longer. That’s not a bad thing in itself but it’s a choice he makes too readily. He isn’t entirely human in his thinking anymore.” She saw her daughter’s furrowed brow and shook her head. “Sorry, it was just a question I hadn’t really thought about myself until you asked it. I never considered whether I hated him. I just don’t trust him like I used to.”

“Is he magic?”

While she realised she was perhaps stepping on other people’s secrets throughout this conversation, the fact that Ozpin decided to tell her daughter diddly-dick about her heritage beyond a cryptic comment left her feeling less than sympathetic. “Yes, Ozpin can do magic.”

“And Professor Goodwitch?”

Summer laughed, a little wetly from how frought with emotion this conversation had been. “You know you’d think? But no, that’s just her semblance mixed with dust. She’s just that good.”

“Oh.” Ruby didn’t sound disappointed. Instead just absorbing the new information, or trying to. Slowly her head began to sink, falling into a hug as she slid down her mother’s front, her head landing on Summer’s lap. “Mom?” she asked quietly. “Can I just... Stay here? Like this? Just for a little while?”

“Of course you can,” her mother answered warmly, stroking the girl’s hair back out of her face, “Just as long as you like.” Out of habit, she started to hum, just like she had when Ruby was little. From her perspective only six months ago.

“Mom?” Ruby asked quietly. Summer was starting to wonder if she were simply asking if it was real, or maybe it was that she just liked saying it. “I’m so happy you’re back.”

“Me too, cookie monster,” Summer whispered back, going right back to humming.