Crimson Immoderation Part 12: Food for Thought

A/N: Reminder that characters are aged up as appropriate.

-(-)-

 As I'm finding more and more often, waking up is a pleasant experience. Opening my eyes to find out why that is today I see the pleasant chocolatey skin of Emerald, her taut belly rolling as she gyrates and grinds her wet pussy against my shaft. Looks like she's enjoying herself quite a bit, soft pants and quiet groans escaping her lips. “Good morning.” 

 Her focus is drawn to me, to my face, eyes locking to mine. “You're awake,” she says, rising up to impale herself on me. Ha! It's funny because– … Never mind. We both moan with the sudden stimulation, her soaked tightness wrapped around me, hot enough to burn. “You're so big!” she groans out. 

 “I am, but it's always nice to hear it.” I dance my fingers along her thighs, studying every nick and scar over her otherwise perfect skin as she rides me at a languid pace. It's not long before her stretched pussy walls flutter and constrict around me, desperately milking their invader. Her movements all but stop as she finds it both harder to move and harder to think about moving, an orgasm rocking her body. She remembers the first time we were like this, when Cinder readied her for me, leaving her near out of her mind with pent-up lust. The memory is a powerful one, something inscribed on her body permanently. I have to wonder whether it's possible for her to not come with me inside her, reshaping her hole all over again. 

 She gives up the fight, her knees and ass drop and she just lets her full weight drop on me, her usually husky voice letting out a cute little “Ah!” squeal as her final barrier parts. 

 “Here,” I say as I grab hold of her ass cushioned against my upper thighs. “Let me.” 

 “Ha-ah-ah!” she squeals as my cock drags against her tight walls, my hands squeezing her firm ass as I pull her up, then slap my hips up against hers as I pull her back down. She shudders atop me skin slick with sweat. Something inside her gives as she collapses atop me. Even so, I don't stop driving myself upward into her. “Stuh–! Slow, please! Slow down! I can't–!” Her pleading words are cut off by another pleasurable groan. 

 “Don't start what you can't finish, love.” A touch of mockery, a touch of reprimand, mostly just genuine advice. Honestly, wanting to be on top and lasting less than a minute? I turn her around and roll us onto one side, putting Emerald's slutty face on display while lifting her leg so the rest of the room can see her sloshing pussy. As I do, I smile over her shoulder at the woman still hanging from the ceiling who, let's be honest, probably put Emerald up to this. 

 Cinder's not quite glaring at me as she hangs there in the bondage I left her in last night. Her mascara running tracks down her cheeks either side of the dildo-gag filling her mouth. She looks exhausted. That's what spending all night with vibrators buzzing away in her holes will do. Ahh, I'll have to let her out after this, she needs water both to drink and to shower. It's going to be amusing seeing her in combat class today. I'm sure she intended to half-ass it but after last night I don't think she'll put on a good showing even if she gives it her all. Magic powers notwithstanding. 

 “No! Don't show it! Don't let her see me like this!” Emerald pleads even as she does nothing to stop me. Overwhelming as the sensations are, she's still fully capable of stopping me if she really wants to. 

 “Don't let her? Oh my precious jewel, don't you understand? She wanted to see you like this!” To tell the truth, trying to convince Emerald that Cinder is secretly a sub has been the strangest and most fun part of my time at Beacon so far. “Remember? When we first met? She prepared you for me so she could watch me fuck you, just like I'm doing now. She wants you to submit to me, just like she has.” I'm not sure whether any of this bullshit is really taking root but it's fun regardless. 

 “Ahh!” Her body quivers through another orgasm at just the thought of it. I kiss along her neck as she calls out to Cinder. “Mistress! Look at me! His huge cock! It's tearing me apart! It's so good, Mistress!” 

 “That's right, it feels good, doesn't it? Her eyes on you as I ravage your body, she wishes she was you right now.” 

 “Oh no! Mistress! You can, ahh! You can have my turnnn!” She mauls her breast biting her lip as I pick up the pace. 

 “No, no. Your mistress is still in time-out for the things she said yesterday,” I remind her, rutting into her pussy with short, sharp thrusts. “If she says she's sorry maybe I'll let her join us tonight, hm? If she's a good girl.” 

 “Mm! Mistress! Please be a good girl! I miss your touch!” 

 “I'm going to come inside you now,” I warn her as I move to have her on top again, the place where we're joined pointed directly at Cinder. “Show her how good it feels to be a good girl.” 

 “Yes!” With shaking fingers she spreads her pussy just that little bit wider so Cinder can get a good look, “It feels so good, Mistress! I can't wait to have his hot cum inside me again! Look, Mistress! I'm a good girl! Just like you wanted! I'm a good gir– Ahhhh!” Her squeal of pleasure is loud and long as I fill her cunt with my seed. “It's hot! It's hot! I love it! I love it!” Emerald chants, lost in a sex-fuelled delirium. 

 “Neo!” I call out across the room, slipping my cock out of a dazed former thief and dumping her on the bed. “Breakfast!” 

 The mute shortstack bounces out of bed naked with a big smile on her face, only to pout on seeing what I mean. Though even as she frowns at me she gets on her knees to clean my cock, before moving on to slurp my cum out of Emerald's pussy. 

 I stretch out my muscles as I stand, glad for such a pleasant start to my day. “So Cinder, did you like the show?” I ask as I unbuckle the strap for her dildo-gag. 

 A spray of saliva follows the shaft as it falls out of her mouth. She takes a few gasping breaths. “Y-yes,” she croaks out, coughing. “It was quite stimulating.” 

 “I'll bet,” I smirk down at her. “Now, are you going to be a good girl like Emerald? Or are you after more of that 'taming' you asked for yesterday?” 

 A second passes. Two. Before her head drops. “Alright.” 

 “Alright?” 

 “I'll... Be a good girl.” 

 “Good!” I beam, voice full of praise. “Then before I let you down, I think Neo missed a spot.” I almost break character when I see Neo's head whip around in horror, before realising she hadn't missed anything and I'm just fucking with Cinder. “Would you be so good as to clean me?” 

 She gives a tired little sigh, before opening her mouth with her tongue hanging out. I bring myself over so she can reach, standing there to let her slather my cock with her tongue, tasting the fluids of the two different women before her. 

 -(-)- 

 “Do you know what can make an excellent morning even better?” I ask as I drop into the seat next to Weiss in the Beacon cafeteria. 

 “No, but I feel like you're about to tell me,” she answers, feigning aloofness as she picks at her breakfast. Egg on toast, a little simpler than I expected from her and less healthy to boot. 

 I take my fork up in my right hand while my left circles around the ice princess' waist. “Sharing a meal with my best girl,” I tell her, darting in to kiss her on the cheek before starting on my own breakfast. 

 “Hmph!” might be what comes out of her mouth but the bright pink of her cheeks says something entirely different. 

 “That's so sweet!” Ruby squeals as she blurs into the seat to Weiss' other side. 

 “And corny,” Yang adds, hopping over the bench to sit across from us, Blake taking her own seat on that side like a perfectly person. Who also happens to be a ninja catgirl terrorist. 

 Frowning, I lean around Weiss slightly to look at Ruby's 'breakfast'. “Is that... Are you just having cookies for breakfast?” 

 “Heehee!” 

 “Ruby has a monster sweet tooth. That's pretty much the buffet's entire stock of cookies. They're supposed to be one per person,” Yang informs me with a helpless shrug. “Oh, we haven't been introduced! I'm Yang, that's my little sister Ruby and this is Blake.” 

 “Hey,” the not-a-catgirl offers, not paying attention to me at all. 

 “Vlad Dracul the Third. Nice to put a name to the pretty face,” I offer in return. 

 “You didn't even get her name?” Weiss whisper-growls at me. 

 “She didn't want me to!” I whisper back. 

 “So,” Ruby begins, spraying a mouthful of crumbs across the table what with her mouth being full, “Vlad's a weird name. That's not a colour at all!” 

 “Ruby!” her older sister reprimands her before apologising on her behalf. “Sorry, she's not the best with, uhh...” 

 “Talking,” Blake supplies. 

 “Right, that.” 

 “Hey! I'm not bad at talking! Right, Weiss? Huh? Best friend?” 

 Weiss' eyes flick to me, more than a hint of pleading in them, so I save her from having to answer. “It's not that strange. Just a little cultural difference. Noble lines tend not to follow, or at least not follow so strictly, the dogma of coloured naming conventions. Where we come from, the lineage we are derived from, they're a point of pride. I am the third to have the name Vlad Dracul. The second was my father. The first two centuries ago. These names inform the legacy we are to live up to.” 

 “But Weiss is from a fancy-pants family and she has a colour name!” 

 “I'm starting to see what you mean,” I tell Yang after her sister's second crumb-scattering outburst. Blake's cereal might have a slight cookie crumb crunch now. “And yes, Weiss' family are... How to put this so she won't get mad at me...” 

 “We're new money,” Weiss supplies flatly, “At least as far as the former nobility are concerned.” 

 I give a side-tilt of my head in her direction. “Established their power after the Great War. By then the colour naming scheme had already begun.” I shrug slightly. “Honestly I'm not especially keen on the ubiquity of colour names. I can't deny the beauty it can create when people embrace colour. The rainbow of new students when we got off the airship was a sight to behold. But there are other things worth valuing beyond the most basic form of expression.” I gesture to myself with my fork. “Like history.” 

 “And I bet it has nothing to do with the nobles being on the other side of the Great War.” 

 The aside was quiet, but not quiet enough for us to not hear it. “Well,” I say, sitting a little straighter in my seat. Weiss at least knows the significance. This was a casual conversation but someone just decided to start some shit. “You've been saved, Ruby,” I tell the youngest at our table while staring directly at Blake. “There's someone on your team worse at conversation.” 

 “Uhh,” Ruby utters, wide-eyed. Not knowing what just happened but clearly sensing the change in energy. 

 “You are of course correct, Blake,” I acknowledge, “My family are a noble line of Anima and so were among those who supported the suppression of cultural expression in hopes it would curb the at the time rising threat of the Grimm. Foolish in hindsight, obviously. For humans, pardon, sapient species, feeling and expression of those feelings are as natural as breathing. But seeing villages wiped off the map one by one, Grimm clawing at the walls of even fortified towns, I imagine even a bad solution looked better than no solution. Fear for one's people can push even the most moral person to drastic and terrible acts.” I stare Blake down for the entirety of my little speech. Honey, I know you better than you know yourself and I'm trained in rhetoric. Do not step to me with your little snide comments. 

 The table is silent for a good few seconds as Blake tries to meet my stare with her own. Naturally it's Yang that tries to break the tension. “Soooo... Where's your team, Vlad?” 

 I blink, and Blake's smirk tells me she for some reason thinks that makes it her victory. Whatever. My eyes move to Yang as I continue eating. “Ice... Already ate,” stupid, gorgeous, utterly insatiable Neo. “Cinder had a long night so she and Emerald will be taking a little more time to get ready.” 

 I can feel Weiss rolling her eyes at me. “Ah!” she yelps suddenly, hand flying down to her backside where my fingers just gave her a light pinch. Her glare is so cute I can't help but grin back at her. 

 -(-)- 

 Combat class is frustrating. It's no secret to me why that is. I made myself love combat, so spending an hour sitting up in the stands watching other people have fun fights is practically torture. 

 Cinder, Emerald and 'Ice' (Neo) have all already gone. Because of the fight pairings being randomly drawn, Emerald and Neo ended up fighting one another. Somehow they ended up taking the fight a little more seriously than I expected, maybe an unspoken grudge there for some reason. But with what their semblances are, it was hard for even Glynda to figure out what exactly was happening. By the end the teacher gave an empty lesson about the value of deception before moving on. 

 And Cinder? Cinder fought Russell. And lost. And she didn't throw the fight either. She was legitimately exhausted by the end of it. When Glynda pressed her, she admitted she had a rough night, getting only a stern reprimand that on days with combat class, she's expected to come ready for a fight. 

 “Vlad Dracul!” Glynda announces as my picture comes up on the big ol' fighting game display board. “And he will be facing... Weiss Schnee!” 

 “Oh, bollocks!” I curse, looking up at the screen. 

 “Problem, Mister Dracul?” 

 “First fight I get and it's against my girlfriend!” I lament. “Hey Weiss! No holding back, okay love?!” 

 “Of course not! I expect you to give it your all before losing to me!”
 A chorus of “Oooooh”s ring out from the gallery at the passable smack talk.
 “Yeah, Weiss! Kick his butt!” Ruby shouts down as I join Weiss down on the stage. 

 “The spar ends on surrender, unconsciousness, or aura falling into the red. Understood?” Glynda asks, getting nods from both of us. “You will begin on the buzzzer.” 

 Okay. Weiss does a lot of tricky shit with dust for her fighting style but she has a particular rhythm. Upsetting that rhythm is a good way to–
 BZZT! 

 The point of Myrtenaster touches the floor. Blue! I cartwheel around to the side just as a wave of ice cascades towards me! She specialises at ranged attacks so I need to close in fast! I fire the grapnel from the end of my spear, hoping to snag her while she's still occupied with her attack, only she taps her blade down once again. Right as the hook is about to reach her it gets trapped in a wall of ice that blocks her from view! Shit! 

 Well, my weapon might not be complicated but I made sure it's as strong as can be! While Weiss is busy doing a dainty pirouette on top of the ice wall, a red glyph forming, I flip the switch to retract the cable. A chunk of the ice wall, specifically the bit where Weiss is standing breaks away with my hook inside it! Weiss is left to stumble and recover from losing her footing while I... 

 Okay, improvising time! I turn the retractor off and run forward, grabbing hold of the cable and twirling it to give it some momentum. The chunk of ice swings, then whirls in front of me to block Weiss' assault of fireballs! Yes, that's right honey! Look on in awe! You just turned my grappling hook into a meteor hammer! I turn off the cable lock so it can extend just from momentum. As Weiss' fireballs stop coming I let go of the cable and thrust my weapon forward, the ice hammer launching towards Weiss from the built up force. She squawks in fear as she ducks away from it before using some other kind of dust to launch herself directly at me, I imagine to take advantage of my lack of hammer. Maybe she thought I'd be less dangerous without it. 

 I guess she forgot the rest of my weapon is still a spear. Weiss isn't a melee fighter by any means, even powered by dust-enhanced speed. At best, her lightning-fast stabs are blocked instead of deflected. I don't bother retaliating even though she's easily in range for my semblance. In her rush to attack me it seems like she forgot something important. 

 The ice hammer slamming into her shoulder from behind reminds her. The impact throws her directly into my arms. A deadly embrace as my semblance visibly activates. The meter showing her aura level steadily shrinks from four fifths, down to three quarters, three fifths, half. 

 She comes back to her senses enough to try to fight me off but her sword arm is mine and she's plain not strong enough to break my grip. 

 Even so I feel a familiar, dizzying haze creep slowly into my mind, good sense starting to drift away... “Damn!” I curse as I release my semblance and kick her away. She's momentarily confused, long enough to bring my hammer back around and smash her again. 

 BZZT! 

 Weiss' aura is in the red. “The match is over. Vlad Dracul is the victor,” Glynda announces as I move to help Weiss up and check her over just in case. “Not a bad showing from either of you. Miss Schnee, you showed good initiative in making the first move, particularly one that obstructed a close range specialist from getting close. However, you seemed to abandon your strategy halfway through the fight. Why?” 

 “When he broke the ice under me I got flustered. I thought with half his weapon useless I could finish things quickly.” 

 “I see. Experience will give you a cooler head when dealing with the unexpected. In the meantime I suggest keeping in mind your own strengths and weaknesses at all times. Consider it a goal to improve at close range combat but until then remember to fight in a way you excel, while forcing the enemy to struggle.”

 
 “Yes, professor.” 

 “Mister Dracul,” my attention is somewhat taken away from fussing over Weiss to the woman speaking to me. “That was impressive improvisation after freeing your weapon.” 

 I nod, accepting the compliment. “It wasn't that different from how I normally use the hook. It just removed the option of using it for mobility or ensnaring my opponent.” 

 “I see. Well, you were a little slow to start, though you recovered fairly well. I noticed you stopped using your semblance. Why was that?”
 I look away uncomfortably. “I was nearing my limit. If I pushed it any further I'd lose control.” 

 “Hmmm,” she looks up at the monitor where my own aura meter is glitched out, probably from being above the baseline reading for one hundred percent. “We will have to discuss how to solve that problem in the future. For now, return to your seats.”