Crimson Immoderation Part 19: From Our Time Together

Cinder sighed as she felt the vibrators cease their buzzing away in her orifices, carefully slid out and deposited in a box for cleaning. Next came the careful loosening of her restraints holding her aloft as sweet Emerald easer her down.

“Are you alright, Mistress?” Emerald asked, only a hint of concern in her voice.

She knew as well as anyone how used to this kind of treatment Cinder was by now. And after such a relatively short period in the punishment harness, “I'm fine, little gem. Just a little sore.”

“May I give you a massage?”

The half-maiden hummed appreciatively at the idea. “You may.”

Carefully towelling her mistress off to do away with the accumulated sweat from her punishment, Emerald lay Cinder face down on the bed and fetched some oil for a proper rubdown of the woman she owed everything. A little squirt and suddenly skilled, experienced hands were working over her tightened muscles, pulling a throaty groan of approval from her. Yes, this was what she needed after her admittedly pleasurable ordeal. Yes, she had grown to appreciate the punishment harness over the past few weeks, not that she would ever let Vlad become aware of that fact.

The exiled noble had quite plainly been irritated with her meddling bringing the incompetent one to his playtime, not that he was displeased with the results. How could he be? He was a beast of lust, there was no arguing that. Delivering him a fresh virgin to toy with was a show of allegiance as much as it was tweaking his nose and flouting his authority over her. Her reasoning, her excuse, was even true. By delivering him another fresh girl, she was giving him an opportunity to expand his power. And after tying her fate to his, this would only be a good thing for her.

Only two hours in the harness as punishment? A mere slap on the wrist. Or a chafing of the wrists. Either or. As further proof of his approval of her actions, he even had a suggestion of who she could bring him. Someone he couldn't acquire himself. It may take a little time, a little negotiation with one of her partners, but she would accomplish it.

“Mistress?” Emerald spoke as she worked a knot between Cinder's shoulderblades. Another pleased but acknowledging groan. “Is this... Okay? What we're doing? Turning against your old boss?”

“Hmmm...” Cinder hummed happily, turning her head to the side to answer. “Turning against her? Nothing like that has happened, little gem. Not yet at least. There isn't only 'for' and 'against'. At this moment, Vlad is our shield, our puppet, our master and our lover all rolled into one. If he gives me what I want? One of those roles will vanish. If he fails? A different one will vanish. I don't mind serving a new master if he can deliver what the old one could not.” It didn't hurt that serving this one was much more pleasant than serving Salem. Getting fucked into a coma on a regular basis was not something she wanted to let go of if she could help it. She never thought she would submit sexually to anyone but Vlad was powerful. If he wanted to bend her over and fuck her raw, she would let him. He was the only man with the power and sheer brazenness to do it.

“Don't worry, dear Emerald,” Cinder sighed. “Vlad is quite the simple creature in the end. Satisfy his appetites and he's easy to work with. And with how quickly he's gathering more whores for exactly that purpose, there'll be very little work for us to do at all. We might even end up as the ones being left unsatisfied,” she laughed, only for it to waver into another warbling groan as Emerald attacked her lower back muscles and the femme-fatale turned into a puddle of goo.

-(-)-

The Team JNPR dorm room was quiet. Not silent, but quiet. This was largely thanks to the NR component being absent from the room, having gone to get a late breakfast in Vale. Thus only two remained in the room, hidden under a single blanket. The only sounds in the room the rustling of sheets and girlish giggles as the two new lovers explored the bounds of their intimacy. Feather-light touches of strong fingers over the soft curves, finding all of the delicate and sensitive spots. “Pyrrha, stop it!” Jaune giggled, trying to catch the dancing fingers with no luck.

“Never!” the redhead whisper-shouted, a mutual understanding that too much noise would break the spell. This moment felt as much like two kids at a sleepover as much as two grown women discovering new pleasures from themselves and each other. “You'll never stop m–“ Her words cut off by a passion-filled kiss, the redhead losing track of what she was doing as she melted into a dance of tongues. She barely noticed when they rolled over, leaving her on the bottom and the soft, buxom blonde was suddenly the one on top.

In fairness to her, Jaune didn't really realise it happened either, nor could she explain how. Only as their lips parted she looked down at the sweat-slick, nude form of a green-eyed goddess and collapsed atop her in another fit of giggles, her head nestling in the crook of Pyrrha's neck. Strong arms came up quickly, instinctively, to embrace her.

They would have spent the entire day like that if they could. But as it was, such a comfortable scene could only exist for another hour, ended by the beep of an alarm. “Jaune?”

“Mmnn...” Jaune vocalised, nuzzling like a cat.

Fingers trailed through her loose long hair that was usually secured in a braid. “Come on, we've got to get to training. Vlad's waiting.”

“Don't wanna...” Jaune groaned, sliding down her girlfriend's body to hide her face between the redheads boobs.

“Come on, you want to be a strong huntress, right?” Pyrrha asked. The blonde looking up from her cleavage to pout at her. “It's important to take every opportunity to train and better yourself.”

“It's humiliating,” the blonde complained, “He makes me look like an idiot and then–“ she shuddered. Not in horror. In arousal. Confusing but exhilarating arousal. Her untouched most sacred place throbbed with desire just thinking of it which only made it all the more scary. Every time she trained with Vlad... He would teach her, she could feel herself getting better. But after the lesson he would do other things to her. Wonderful, terrible things. Her humiliating punishment for not being good enough that almost made her hope she would never be good enough if only to keep being treated so harshly.

“Jaune, training is always humiliating, especially at first,” Pyrrha responded, deliberately missing the point. She knew full well what Jaune was put through in every session and she honestly didn't understand her second lover's reticence. For the Invincible Girl, the experience of being treated like nothing, unimportant, an object, it was intoxicating. A part of her, an idle daydreaming part, imagined indulging in such a thing openly. Destroying her perfect reputation with one singular, debauched act. Not something she would ever do but it was a tantalising image. Like seeing someone attractive and imagining throwing them down and having her way with them, a fun daydream but never something considered seriously. “I could come with you. There's no need for you to suffer alone.” She couldn't keep the lecherous tone out of her voice.

The blonde looked up at her. This warm and kind woman who was so good to her. And yet somehow, someway, Pyrrha had this degenerate streak that so conflicted with who she was most of the time. Jaune didn't understand how the redhead could so easily wallow in such depraved activities, but if this was who Pyrrha was in her entirety, she would accept it.

-(-)-

“GRAHHHHHH!”

A young woman of pale skin and ash blonde hair knelt on her bed, screaming into a pillow. Her body naked and slick with sweat, her hips shaking as she moved with the phantom sensations she could nonetheless feel ravaging her body. The heat of arousal, the teasing of her folds, the non-existent shaft slamming into her backdoor without remorse!

It had happened several times this week alone. She would be going about her day, training in the fields, or maybe sneering at the villagers until they ran away in fear. But then out of nowhere she would feel flushed all of a sudden, feel her nipples harden, her pussy slick with sudden arousal, and she would have to flee to her room and brace herself for what came next. Because what came next was always her. Loudly and explosively.

In the first baffling instance of this she had taken a little while to piece together what was happening. Longer than it should have but the intensity had blanked her mind for a bit. She was a twin, and from a young age she and her sister knew they could share strong sensations. They weren't the first set of twins in the family to exhibit the ability. So when she suddenly got incredibly horny out of nowhere then felt like she was getting fucked, there was only one explanation.

So Jaune went and got a dick in her ass. What-the-fuck-ever. It was irritating to get the echo of it out of nowhere but fine. She could express her displeasure to her twin when she saw her again.

But then it kept. Fucking. Happening!

So the little golden girl wanted to become an anal whore, whoopty-fucking-doo! She wouldn't give a damn except little miss goody goody apparently couldn't bear to go with getting an ass pounding less than every other day! Didn't the ditzy bitch understand she had shit to do?!

“Nnnnnnngh!” she groaned again, her pussy spraying like a gods-damned fountain under her fingers before she collapsed onto the bed. It was finally over.

Catching her breath, she cleaned herself up and got dressed before heading back downstairs.

“Noir, nice of you to join us,” her mother, Demi, called from the dining room. A not at all subtle hint that the dark twin should sit down with the family for lunch. Heading in and sitting down at the table set for seven, a plate was set in front of her. Her mother gave her a slight smile, subtle enough that she never lost that air of authority as lady of the house even while exhibiting motherly affection. Most of her children took after her in looks. Long golden hair in a bun, seafoam-green eyes, aristocratic features. Distinct was her motherly figure and her tight blue outfit that showed off far more cleavage than she really needed to.

But huntress. Flamboyant and eye-catching is the name of the game.

“Noir, what were you doing upstairs?” Lily, the youngest at the table asked, as pure and innocent as the white dress she wore. “You were making some weird noises.”

Carmine who took more after their father with a narrower face, looked nowhere near as innocent in her vivid red skirt and breastband. She gave her youngest sister a sharp-toothed grin. “She was masturbating! Getting herself off! Ain't that right, Noir?”

Lucia, not the oldest at the table though she certainly acted as though she was, sent Carmine a level look. “Noir's indulgence of her base urges is no excuse to be so vulgar.” Carmine looked away, mumbling an apology. She had always been weak to the chastisement of Lucia, the sister she looked up to most. On hearing a familiar sound under the table, Lucia looked across to her twin leaning under the table. “Stop feeding the dog from the table!”

“Ugh, always so noisy,” said twin Melanie complained as she let a fluffy white dog eat a strip of bacon from her hand. “This is why Cavall likes me better than you.”

“Cavall is my dog!” Lucia snapped.

“And he likes me better than you.”

“Do not worry Noir!” Scarlet, the eldest sibling present exclaimed suddenly, bringing attention back to the flustered girl grinding her teeth. Something she was so very grateful for. “What escapades you get up to in the bedroom is nothing to be ashamed of! You must live your passions! Umu! Maybe I should paint something to inspire you, hm? Ooh, or perhaps a sculpture!”

Without warning, the atmosphere of the lively lunch turns cold. Six sets of eyes are drawn toward the Arc family matriarch as her hair and skin turns pale, her eyes shining gold to match Melanie and Noir's. “There will be no more talk of vulgarity at the table. Am I clear?”

The six daughters focus once again on their plates, thoroughly cowed. Though one continued to feed the family dog scraps, much to his panting, tail-wagging delight.

This was their mother's semblance. An entirely distinct personality, a brutal, unrelenting mindset. Ruthlessness and strength to be brought out whenever Demi needed it. She was not weak without it by any means. She rarely used it in a fight anymore, instead it became a tool of enforcing discipline in her house. It had even expressed itself in her children with two sets of twins. Lucia and Jaune took more after her light side (though Jaune became a soft-hearted thing on top of that). While Melanie and Noir took more after her dark side.

And Noir would want it no other way. Gods save her if she had ever turned out like her bimbo twin.

Thinking of whom, Noir waited until her mother's dark side receded before speaking up again. “Mom, I think we should go see Jaune.”

“I knew it!” Carmine crowed, “I knew you'd end up missing her you big softie!”

“I don't miss her!” Noir bit out. “She's an incompetent ditz and we should make sure she didn't kill herself by forgetting to breathe or something equally stupid!” Carmine only smiled knowingly, fit to piss her sister off even more.

Demi seemed to be thinking it over, then spoke, “Maybe over the summer.”

The summer. A creeping worry snaked through her mind at that answer. Demi Arc wasn't the kind of woman interested in arguments. Her word was law. And so Noir knew seeing her twin again was at the earliest, weeks away. She would have to suffer this, endure constant phantom assfucking for weeks.

As if to drive the conclusion home, she suddenly felt her body heat up. Without a word, she leapt up from her chair and ran upstairs to her room.

Jaune you stupid fucking slut!

-(-)-

The Team RWBY dorm was half empty. Ruby had gone to visit her aunt now that she had settled into her new school. Blake had gone... Wherever she went when she wanted to be alone and broody. The library, most likely.

Given the relationship between the two girls present, one might expect they had immediately jumped on the opportunity for a little skinship. Not so. Weiss was quite content to diligently work on her school assignments, to get everything just right to maintain an excellent scholastic record. Yang was content to diligently not work on her assignments, instead lounging in bed reading a magazine.

… That isn't to say that this platonic state of affairs would last of course. And naturally it was the more outgoing Yang who ended up breaking it. Reading an article speculating that Ray might leave the Achieve Men, she threw the gossip rag in the trash. Stupid journalists thinking they know things! The Achieve Men were forever!

She had to work out her frustrations, and how convenient she had a dainty little Weiss Cream sitting right there, sweet enough to eat!

Her little squeaks and half-hearted complaints were cute as the blonde brawler dragged her into bed. As was how quickly she gave up as she was nestled in big sis Yang's comforting bosom. “You're so easy to please,” Yang teased her tiniest teammate, “All defiant but the second you get a feel of these puppies you're meek as a kitten.”

“'S not true,” Weiss murmured into her chest even as her hands explored the pliant flesh under soft skin, “I just... Shut up.”

Yang grinned. “Make me!”

Sadly, Weiss didn't jump on the invite. Instead she sat up and looked away. “Yang? Are we, you know... Together?”

The blonde sighed. So much for a fun distraction. “We feel pretty together right now. Don't know how much more together we can get.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Do we have to put a name to it?” Yang asked. “Can we just have fun and be happy without having to put a label on things?” Reaching under the bed, Yang's hand patted around a box of her private things before pulling out what she was looking for. A little loop of plastic with a strip hanging from it. With the ease of practice, she secured it around her waist even with Weiss in the way. “I'm really more of an 'in the now' kind of girl,” she said, pushing a button on the device hanging over her core and gasping as something extended to spread apart her inner walls. “And right now,” she gasped, pushing another button as she pulled Weiss down on top of her. The Schnee princess squealed as she felt something spear into her sex, “I'm an 'in you now' kind of girl.”

“That was terrible,” Weiss managed to say between pants as she felt double-ended hard-light dildo piston in and out of her pussy.

“I'm pretty satisfied with it,” Yang grinned up at the petite snow angel riding atop her. “I'm pretty satisfied with a lot of things right now. Why worry about the future when we can just enjoy the moment?”

“I don't, ah! I don't know, how to live, like that!” Weiss panted, skin flushed under a thin sheen of sweat.

“Well you're in the right crew to learn. Ruby's means well but she's picking up everything as she goes. I don't even know what Blake's deal is. I'm a free spirit, looking for all that life can offer. And Vlad–“

“Okay, now I know you're talking nonsense!” Weiss interrupted as her hips slapped against Yang's, bouncing on the strap-on as it thrust up into her of its own accord. “Vlad, mm! Vlad is intelligent, and thoughtful, and forward thinking, and–“

“Oh, honey!” Yang cooed, stroking her lover's face, “That's adorable but no. That boy is flying by the seat of his dick, I can tell. He's just going with the flow and making the most of it.” As she said that, her hand slid down to the controls of the toy, “And speaking of 'flow'...”

Weiss squealed in pleasure, Yang's voice soon rising to join her as both ends of the toy started expanding in waves along the lengths of each shaft. Each pulse offering new levels of stimulation almost like it was thrusting inside them while thrusting inside them.

It was a good half hour after their fun was over did they realise they had been in Blake's bed and the mess they had made of it.

Oops?

-(-)-

Summer, in her guise as Amber, watched her daughter out of the corner of her eye. She had grown up so much and yet she still seemed to be the same little fidgety ball of energy she had been when Summer had left all those years ago. And shy. Ruby had trouble looking at her, instead her eyes sought out anything else that might catch her eye in the apartment.

It was fine. It would be fine. No one said this would be easy. She just had to keep going, to look after her baby girl, even if Ruby didn't know it.

Coming out of the kitchenette with two fruit smoothies, she set one down in front of Ruby who grabbed at it like it was a lifeline, grateful for something to do with her hands. Summer took a drink from her own, savouring her special ingredient before setting it down on the coffee table. “So,” she said, casting about for something to talk about. A way to break the ice. “How are you doing in school?”

“Fine, I guess. I got made team leader!” she answered, sounding proud but uncertain. “It... I don't know, I didn't know if I was ready for it but then the headmaster talked to me about it. I'm gonna do my best!”

“That's a good attitude,” Summer praised. “It's all anyone can ask of you.”

“Thanks,” her daughter giggled. “It didn't start out great but... Now my partner is a big help when she's not busy with, umm, other stuff. She has a boyfriend,” the girl stage whispered, dragging a smile onto Summer's lips. “She and Yang are kind of weird about each other too but it's probably not a big deal.”

Summer was happy to just listen to her talk, to learn about her all over again. The who she was supplanted by who she is, and the pride in her daughter for becoming so strong and bright even without her mother.

She was... less happy to hear how she talked about a certain blond man. She did not like hearing about how cool and charming Ruby thought he was. Nor about how much she liked the swish of his hair when he turned. Or about how soothing his voice was.

Or how her daughter blushed while insisting she wasn't interested in him at all and he was Weiss' boyfriend so she couldn't do anything anyway. Or that nervous, guilty laugh she let out.

Her baby girl had a crush on the dick wizard. Of course she did.

“So... Are you going to teach me about that weird power you talked about before?” Ruby asked hesitantly as she put down her untouched drink.

Summer sighed. “It's important that you know it, especially as a huntress. It's a powerful weapon against the Grimm. But you have to remember it's only to be used as a last resort. There are dangerous people out there and if they know you have it, they'll come after you.”

“Is that why you're not a huntress like Mom was?” her daughter asked in a quiet voice.

Summer swallowed thickly as she prepared to tell Ruby a version of the truth. “I used to do things that... It was like being a huntress.” Such as being a huntress. “A lot of bad things happened.” Like dying. “I can't go back to that now. Not when I know what I have to lose.” She couldn't leave her daughters behind. Not again.

She choked back a sob as she felt her daughter's arms wrap around her. “I'm glad you're here, Auntie Amber.”

With watery eyes, she answered with a smile. “I'm glad too.” Even if it wasn't perfect, even if it wasn't exactly how she wanted it, she could never thank Vlad enough for giving her this moment. She wiped at her eyes, hoping Ruby wouldn't notice how overcome she had gotten.

“Hey, this is really good! What's in this?!” she heard Ruby ask excitedly. As her arm came away from her face she saw her baby girl holding a glass. The wrong glass.

Her eyes looked to the table to see Ruby's untouched smoothie sitting there.

So the one in her hand must be–!

The one with the–!

Noooooooo! She screamed internally as she watched her baby girl drink the entire thing down in one gulp.