(Author's Note: Guess who's baaaaaaaaack? Welcome…to the first update of 2020! I plan for this year to be a MUCH better year for my writing then 2019.
Concerned mom: Well now…that's just not nice:/
One expectedly popular pairing? Port and RWBY. I'm…uncertain about it. But…anything is possible, right?;)
Okay.. I have something to say, TWO things I need to speak about. I guess you could say…two RULES that I want to say, that'll apply to all of my stories (that I want to make sure is fully understood)
1. NEVER ask me "when" I'm gonna update ANY story. That pisses me off SO much! Now…I'm GENUINELY trying to update EVERY story of mine on as CONSISTENT of a basis as possible. But, you need to keep in mind that not ONLY am I trying to juggle a MULTITUDE of stories at once…but I've also got OTHER stories I'm trying to plan out, I'm in college, I've got family matters to attend to, AND I've got MY OWN projects that I'm working through. Alright? I'm not exactly "wasting time", alright…so PLEASE do not ask me when I'll update something. My stories will be updated when they're updated, and not a moment sooner.
2. Okay, do NOT ask me when I'll update something…ON A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STORY! For example…don't ask me when I'll update "Lena Loud" on the review section of "Skywalker's Return". Or, don't ask me when I'll update "RWBY Lemon One-Shot Collection" on the review section of "Marvelous Heroes". Alright?
Now...we've got another installment for "Universe C"...hope you guys enjoy:)
Chapter Twelve: Old Lovers (Ozma x Salem): Past Love
SLAM!
Two figures all but burst through the door before them. A dark-skinned man and a pale-skinned woman. They held onto each other's hand tightly as they ran as quickly as their legs could carry them.
After around five minutes, and after realizing that no one was chasing them, the two of them began running slower…and slower, and slower. Until, eventually…they came to a stop.
They just stood there, breathing a bit heavily…before the man began to chuckle. And after a few moments…the woman began to giggle too. After a few moments, they both began laughing out loud…not a care in the world.
It took them a few minutes (almost three, to be exact) for the two of them to calm themselves down. "Are you alright?" He asked her, once they stopped laughing.
"I am," she replied, a beautiful smile on her near flawless face.
"Good," the man took a look around, no doubt making sure that there weren't any immediate threats they had to worry about.
"So…what do we do now?" She asked, the smile dropped from her face. After spending her entire life locked in that tower, she didn't exactly know what she was supposed to do now that she was out.
The man turned towards her and gave her a warm smile before he offered his hand, "Whatever you like." The blonde woman stared at his hand with a bit of wide eyes…before her expression bore into another beautiful smile as she took his hand. "I'm Ozma, by the way."
"Salem," the blonde replied.
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(A Year Later)
Salem hummed quietly to herself as she finished her "preparation" on the pillows that rested on the couch in the home that she and Ozma had together. Her lover had gone off to do a patrol within the area around their home.
Now…she COULD have gone with him (her skills in the mystic arts rivaled Ozma's own, after all), but…he said he could handle it on his own (trying to be "caring", and what not).
In the middle of her humming/cleaning, she heard the front door open…turning to see Ozma walking inside, his staff over his shoulder (before he set it down). Salem's eyes brightened up, before she quickly ran up and threw her arms around him in a big hug. Ozma spun her around for a few seconds (getting her to laugh for a bit), before setting her down, "Well…geez Salem," Ozma "sighed" suddenly, "You could at least try to act like you're happy to see me."
Salem giggled, shaking her head slightly, "My sincerest apologies. How's this?" She leaned forward, and placed a kiss on her lover's lips. "Better?" She asked after they separated.
Ozma shrugged, "Yeah…I guess that'll do for now," he "coyly" commented as he placed his arms behind his head, and began walking away. Salem raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips, as she watched Ozma walk away.
Just then…a sly smirk appeared on her flawless face.
As Ozma walked towards the kitchen (having to keep himself from laughing)…he suddenly felt his shoulder being poked. As he turned around…he was suddenly grabbed by the collar of his shirt, before being (roughly) thrown onto the couch. That state of "solitude" lasted for but a moment…before Salem quickly crawled over his (strong) body, smirking down at him.
"That'll do for now?" Salem repeated Ozma's words back to him, "Well then…how's this?" As the hero opened his mouth to rely…Salem took that opportunity to quickly dart her tongue inside his mouth. Ozma's eyes SHOT open very briefly...before he closed them, wrapping his arms around his lover.
Salem's hands moved to take ahold of Ozma's face, moaning into the kiss as she felt her lover reciprocate the kiss. The moans of both adults began growing louder as their tongues furiously maneuvered around one another.
Salem's hands then snaked their way down Ozma's body, the taller male shivering as her delicate fingertips ghosted over his sides. Her hands took ahold of the bottom of Ozma's shirt, and pulled away in order to remove it from his body. When the shirt bad come off (and been tossed to the ground), Salem gained access to the dozens of scars that littered his torso (mementos of the hundreds of battles he'd fought against monsters and villains).
Truth be told…Salem always found herself getting turned on when she saw her lover's scars. Maybe it was a "primal thing"…maybe she just respected/loved strength. Who knew (certainly not Salem)?
All that Salem herself knew? Was that she always loved the sight of his naked torso before her.
Because the blonde was so…distracted, Ozma took that opportunity to strike. He quickly shot up, took ahold of Salem's waist, and pushed his wife down onto the couch. Ozma shot Salem a wink when their eyes met, before he quickly drove in and began attacking her neck like a Grimm.
Salem's hands made their way to (firmly) grab ahold of Ozma's shoulders, beginning to paint as her face grew red (even in the "beginning", being VERY visible against her pale skin). Ozma then pulled himself upwards…before quickly grabbing ahold of Salem's top and pulling it open, exposing her large-sized breasts to the air.
And to Ozma.
Said hero wanted no time as his hands quickly ceased Salem's breasts in a firm grip, getting the blonde underneath him to moan/whine slightly underneath him. Ozma quickly moved himself downwards, taking one of Salem's nipples into his mouth as he began kneading her large orbs in-between his fingers.
The blonde took ahold of Ozma's head as she began to moan. Ozma swirled his tongue around Salem's nipple…before sucking it into his mouth, and repeating the process.
After a few more moments of…this, Ozma then switched breasts…giving the same treatment to Salem's other mound. After licking around it and sucking at her nipple (as before)…he pulled himself away from Salem's chest, leaving it coated in some of his drool.
Feeling Ozma leave her chest, Salem picked herself up…looking up at her husband. The two simply…smiled at one another…a split second before Ozma suddenly felt himself being slammed onto the couch.
He looked confused for a moment…before he looked up to his wife, who simply winked at him (that beautiful smile on her flawless face). Before he could make any kind of comment (probably a smart aleck one, as he's become known for to his wife), his head was thrown back onto the pillow when he felt Salem grab a hold of his hardened length.
And, based on the knowing smirk on her face, Ozma suspected that Salem knew exactly the kind of reaction she was getting from him. And was going to get from him.
Salem turned herself around (placing her back to face Ozma), before quickly working around the hero's bottoms. For…obvious reasons, Salem wasn't surprised (at all) when she saw Ozma's seven-inch long cock sprout from his pants (exposed to the air). Ozma took in a breath through his nose when Salem's soft hand made contact with his un-covered cock. Salem leaned herself down, so that her face was mere inches away from Ozma's length…before quickly taking her husband's entire head into her mouth.
This time, Ozma didn't bother keeping down the groan that had built itself up from his throat. Salem quickly placed her palms on Ozma's thighs, as she began taking more and more of his dick into her mouth.
Ozma, however, decided that he wasn't going to simply stand (or…lie?) by, and let Salem have her fun. He quickly took ahold of Salem's bottoms (getting her to freeze for a brief moment, before she resumed her focus on her "work"), and lowered them down off until her pale ass was visible to him.
Salem then lied herself fully (not removing Ozma's dick from her mouth), allowing her Ozma to fully remove her bottoms and toss them to the floor. He took ahold of Salem's legs, and spread them…exposing her soaking wet vagina to him. Without wasting any time…Ozma placed his tongue forward, and gave a LONG lick to his wife's soaking pussy.
The room was silent…with the exclusion of the sounds of licking, sucking, and moaning that came from both lovers. Salem's grip on Ozma's thighs tightened (to a degree) as she pushed more and more of Ozma's dick into her mouth…before quickly taking it all inside. Ozma threw his head back, and letting out a moan…Salem giggled at her husband's reaction, the vibrations only sending further waves of pleasure into Ozma's body.
TWO can play at THAT game, Ozma thought to himself determinedly, as he suddenly picked himself up and shoved his ENTIRE tongue into Salem's cavern. His sudden intensity took Salem off-guard, getting her to pull herself off of Ozma's dick to let out a LOUD moan.
Not bad Ozma, Salem thought to herself, an amused smile on her blushing face. Without wasting another moment, Salem took her husband's dick back into her mouth.
Now…it was (essentially) a race between the two lovers, each one trying their damn near hardest to keep themselves from cumming…while simultaneously doing everything they could to get their partner to cum.
Salem moved one hand to cradle Ozma's balls, as Ozma slowly moved his hand across Salem's ass.. before driving his thumb into her anus. Salem all but inhaled Ozma's dick until the entire appendage rested into her moist cavern, while Ozma was fully intent on making sure that his tongue touched every inch of Salem's inners that it could reach.
Eventually…it was Salem who lost this "battle", the woman's entire body beginning to shake intensely as her orgasm was finally achieved. Ozma's tongue continued to manuver its way around the inside of Salem's vagina, even as her juices squirted across his face. "Pushing" her way through her orgasm (and pleasure), Salem didn't stop the work she did around Ozma's cock. She sucked quickly, placing quick licks and kisses across the length as her (soft) hands worked the base of the shaft. The hero was practically thrusting upwards as he felt his end growing closer and closer.
With a groan into Salem (making the blonde woman shudder after her release), Ozma had unleashed torrent after torrent of his seed into his lover's waiting mouth. Salem placed her hands back onto Ozma's thighs to steady herself as he unloaded himself into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she tried to collect it all into her mouth, insistent on not doing anything else until he was done.
After a few moments…Ozma's body went still, and all that she heard was his heavy breathing. Salem (carefully, without spilling a drop of semen) removed Ozma's cock from her mouth, before lifting herself upwards and turning her head to face her husband (Ozma had to admit, she looked oddly…cute, with her cheeks puffed out like that). She then swallowed his entire load in a loud "GULP!", before sighing contently…sticking out her tongue as she did so.
Ozma gave a weak slap on her ass, signaling for Salem to get off of his face. She did just that, removing herself from Ozma's face…only moving so that she now sat on top his entire body. She smirked down at her husband, moving a lock of (lose) hair out of her face.
"THAT….convince you that I am happy to see you?" She teased.
Ozma chuckled underneath her, "Yeah…I'm convinced," in that moment…Ozma suddenly leapt upwards, pushing Salem and pinning her underneath his body (taking a firm grip on her wrists), "Now…maybe, I'd like to show my joy." He commented, before winking at her.
"Well then…tell me: how, exactly, do you intend to show your joy…my dear Ozma?" She bit her lip coyly, as she pushed her chest into the air. Her expression and movement already turning Ozma on even further…but, it was the look in her eyes (hungry and lustful)…that REALLY enticed him.
Ozma quickly took ahold of his dick, and thrusted himself fully into Salem's core (getting the both of them to moan out loudly). Once he was inside of her…Ozma wasted no time, as he began thrusting into her.
Salem's arms were quick to wrap themselves around Ozma's neck, not even trying to keep her moans to a lower volume as Ozma fucked her (increasing in speed and force with each passing second). Ozma dove his face into Salem's neck, giving it an occasional lick (the suddenness and delicacy of it getting the blonde to twitch each time it happened). He then moved to nibble at his lover's earlobe, as his hands slowly moved their way from the couch to Salem's waist.
Ozma then lifted his body up further, allowing himself to (rather roughly) take ahold of Salem's bouncing breasts. Salem's moans increased, her voice actually cracking as Ozma began flicking his thumbs across her nipples…before pinching them in-between his thumbs and index fingers.
Her grip on Ozma's shoulders tightened, and she wrapped her legs around Ozma's waist as she could feel her release coming closer and closer. She wasn't the only one, however, as Ozma gritted his teeth…feeling the fire in his loins burning brighter and brighter.
Salem's hands moved to take ahold of Ozma's head, and pulled his head closer to her own…pulling Ozma into a passionate kiss. Their tongues clashed against one another, quicker and with more passionate then they had before. Salem moaned loudly into her lover's mouth as she had finally achieved her release, her juices squirting out onto Ozma's dick as her pussy clenched around it. This feeling…was what Ozma needed to finish, pulling away and letting out a groan that spread throughout the house as he shot his seed deep into Salem's depths.
After nearly ten seconds of moaning and groaning from both…every thing went (mostly) silent. Ozma all but fell onto Salem's body (his forehead colliding with her own) breathing heavily along with his wife. He (after a second) picked himself up (silently), opening his eyes when he felt Salem's hand caress his face. He opened his eyes, seeing Salem looking up at him…the hero matching her content smile with one of his own.
With no words passed between them, the two lovers leaned forward…and passionately kissed one another.
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(Thousands Of Years Later)
"Headmaster. Headmaster! OZPIN!" A silver-haired, glasses-wearing man in a black suit man opened his eyes suddenly, hearing a voice. Looking forward, he saw a blonde woman with green eyes appearing on his scroll.
This…was his deputy headmistress: Glynda Goodwitch.
"Y-Yes, Glynda?" Ozpin replied, shaking his head to steady himself.
"Are you alright?" Glynda asked, a concerned look on her face (rare for her).
"Yes. I'm fine. Just…in my mind. Now," Ozpin rubbed his eyelids, "You wished to speak with me, I presume?"
"Yes. Earlier this evening, I had an encounter with the criminal Roman Torchwick and…an accomplice of his. They escaped, but…apparently," Glynda spoke that word with clear annoyance/frustration, automatically making Ozpin feel sympathy for whoever recently pissed her off, "A young girl of Signal Academy was fighting him before I arrived. Ruby Rose," she specified, getting Ozpin's eyes to widen, "The same eyes as her mother."
"I'm on my way," Beacon's headmaster quickly spoke, just before hanging up. He then stood up from his desk, picking up his cane, and began walking towards the elevator.
At that moment, however…Ozpin stopped. He looked backwards over his shoulder, gazing at the scattered moon in the sky. Ozpin simply…stared at the moon for a few moments, before he sighed.
Salem.
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(Eons Ago)
A tan-skinned, blonde man was walking through a dark forest, a…calm expression on his face. His eyes were steady and focused, not looking anywhere…but forward.
This…was the hero known…as Ozma, who had actually died billions of years ago (1). It's…a long story, to say the least.
But…we'll get to that later.
Anyway (continuing with the ACTUAL story)…Ozma continued his march, walking forward towards…something that most people would sooner kill themselves before allowing themselves to go to. Until…he reached his destination.
A large(ish) wooden cabin, relatively…normal looking, compared to the forest that surrounded it. The hero stared at the cabin for a few moments…before closing his eyes, and sighing. After taking a moment to "steady" himself, Ozma walked up to the house…and knocked on the door.
After a moment of silence (and anxiety, courtesy of Ozma)…someone walked out. It was a woman, with white skin and hair (as in…SNOW white). Her eyes were blood red, and she was dressed in pitch black. The woman walked out of her cabin with a scowl on her otherwise flawless face…until her expression became one of COMPLETE shock. Ozma's expression was one of shock too…until a smile slowly appeared on his face.
Call it magic, love, fate, or something even stronger…but, both knew exactly who it was that they were looking at.
The woman knew that she was looking at Ozma, greatest hero of the old world. And Ozma…knew that he was looking at the love of his life: Salem.
Both slowly began walking, not taking their eyes off of one another for even a moment. When they reached one another…they slowly brought their hands up, clenching them around one another as they did so. Ozma was smiling so much that it started to hurt, and Salem had to struggle to keep herself from crying in joy (NEVER thinking that she'd ever see Ozma again).
"What do we do now?" Ozma asked, the smile still on his face.
"Whatever we like," Salem replied, a smile on her face ( her voice even sounding like it was starting to break).
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(The Next Day)
"Are you surprised?" Salem asked Ozma, each holding a cup of tea in their hands, "This world is quite literally godless. These humans have no one to guide them," she held her cup in her other hand, simply…gazing into her tea, "Perhaps that's all they need."
Ozma's eyebrow raised, confusion etched on his face as he set his cup down, "What are you saying?"
"We could be the gods of this world," Salem replied, a smirk on her face, "Our powers surpass all others. Our souls transcend death. We could mold these lands into whatever we want, what you want. Create the paradise that the old gods could not."
Ozma looked…troubled, as he went over Salem's words in his mind. This…was not what he'd been asked. The God of Light had asked for him to "fix" the planet, unite them together so they'd look beyond their differences. Not…this.
Salem wasn't exactly wrong, he had to admit. They were both (technically) immortal beings, and, if no one else on the planet had magic, they were the strongest beings alive. But…actually trying to rule over the planet as its gods?!
That…was a different story all together.
Just then, he felt a hand gently place itself on his shoulder. He looked up, to see the love of his life staring at him…a warm smile on her face. As Ozma stared at Salem's loving smile, and her beautiful red eyes (her original blue ones were beautiful too, but her red ones just looked so…mystical)…he couldn't stop the smile that slowly grew on his face even if he tried.
"You're…really certain about this?" He found himself asking her.
"I am," Salem answered truthfully, moving her hand from his shoulder to caress his cheek, "Imagine it…a paradise, free of war, crime, and violence…disease, poverty, and famine…we can end suffering itself," she moved her other hand to take ahold of Ozma's other cheek, "We can finally achieve the dream we've always talked out…peace, for everyone."
Despite his initial rejections…Ozma understood her logic, seeing no flaw in it. He smiled back at his wife, wrapping his arms around her waist, "Well then…if you're positive, I'm with it."
Salem smiled, "Always-."
"-and forever," Ozma finished, the same kind of smile on his face…before the two lovers moved forward, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss.
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(A Few Weeks Later)
It had been just about a month…a month, since Ozma and Salem outed themselves as Remnant's gods. It went over…pretty much as Salem had anticipated. When confronted with two immortal entities that possessed power greater then anything they'd ever seen…"gods" was really the only word that they could think to call these two beings (as if any other word would really work).
Now…after all this time had passed, the two new "gods" had amassed a following…and even their own castle, and kingdom.
Currently…Ozma (currently dressed in a nice blue suit) was walking through the walls of his castle (every time he said his castle, he really couldn't believe it), a black cane in hand. He didn't know what for, but…Salem had spoken during breakfast that she would like for him to meet her in their chambers at sunset.
And, seeing as how the sun was going down…he was doing such.
What could she POSSIBLY want to talk about, that she couldn't earlier this day? Ozma thought to himself in confusion, as he opened the door to their chambers…to which his eyes then widened to the size of dinner plates, and his cane to fall from his hand.
Why, you may ask? Well…only because Ozma walked into the room, to discover Salem lying on their bed. Dressed in nothing…but black lingerie.
The "Queen of Darkness" looked towards her "King of Light", smirking when she saw the stunned expression on his face (especially given the fact that it was very difficult to stun Ozma in the first place).
"Hello…my hero," she spoke as she laid down on her stomach, the seductive tone in her voice only caught Ozma even further off-guard.
"S-Salem," the hero shook his head, mentally cursing himself for his stutter, "What're-?"
"I'll get right to the point," Salem interrupted, curling two fingers towards her…and telekinetically pulling Ozma to the edge of the bed, to which Salem quickly acted by wrapping her arms around her husband's neck, "I've been…waiting, for our "preparations and constructions" to finish before bringing this up," she giggled at the stumped expression on Ozma's face, before she decided to elaborate, "We've been away from one another for…a, very long time," the seductive tone in her voice dropped, to be replaced by a sad one. Ozma's expression changed from confused to concerned, before wrapping his arms around her in a comforting hug, "And you were the only one that I've thought about these many centuries…the only one I've loved," she looked back up to her husband, a smile on her face to replace the frown that was there mere moments ago.
"Salem," Ozma spoke, but…was silenced when he was suddenly thrown onto the bed, quicker then even he could react to. Confused and startled, he looked upwards…and saw his wife staring down at him, a smirk now having replaced her smile. Ozma opened his mouth to speak again…but was suddenly silenced when Salem quickly leaned down, and (literally) shoved her tongue into his mouth.
Ozma was caught off-guard for a moment…but, he soon found himself kissing back as he wrapped his arms around his wife. The make-out session between the two gods (2) continued for nearly a minute…until they (finally) had to pull away from one another, a single strand of saliva connecting them.
"I'll be blunt," Salem spoke through her heavy breathing, "I need your help. My…needs have gone…unsatisfied these many millennia," she smirked at her husband as she caressed his face, "Think you can help me with my problem, hero of old?"
Ozma couldn't help but chuckle…before he suddenly switched their positions, holding her wrists down once she was under him, "I've dethroned tyrants, battled monsters worse then anyone can imagine, and stopped disasters that could have wiped out entire cities in an instant. Call me crazy…but, I think I can handle pleasuring my wife," Ozma shot back to Salem, a rare expression of arrogance on his face.
Salem smirked back up at him, "We shall see…about that," was all she said, before throwing her arms around Ozma's neck and pulling her lover into another kiss. This process continued for a few moments…until Ozma pulled away, and began kissing her neck.
"Harder Ozma," Salem practically yelled, "I'm not some…delicate flower! Don't treat me as such!" She all but demanded.
Very well then, Ozma thought to himself in amusement…right before he all but sunk his teeth into Salem's neck (without breaking the skin). Salem let out a near scream of pleasure/surprise upon Ozma's actions, how his "approaches" could be so vastly different so quickly.
Not that she was complaining, mind you.
As he continued his assault on her neck, his hands slowly ran their way down her sides (sending goosebumps down her snow white skin). Just as Ozma pulled his tongue away from Salem's flesh (getting the goddess to whine when he did so)…he suddenly took ahold of her bra, and quickly tore it off of her body.
The god quickly removed his gloves, before firmly taking ahold of Salem's large breasts. His goddess bit down on her bottom lip as she felt Ozma dig his fingers into her exposed chest, occasionally flicking his thumbs across Salem's nipples.
"I see I-I…didn't h-have to convince you very much, now did I?" Salem spoke out in an amused tone/expression, through her moaning and panting.
"Well…you know I've never been very good at saying "no" to you," Ozma smirked up towards his wife…before suddenly taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Although he couldn't see the expression on Salem's face, he knew the expression that was there…and he enjoyed it a great deal.
Salem's pale face was almost dark red in coloration, her hands moving to caress them through her lover's hair. Despite her efforts to keep herself "under control", she couldn't stop her entire body from vibrating as Ozma continued his "work". After EONS of being alone, the ability to finally have her lover returned to her was…intoxicating.
And he hadn't even touched her SOAKING wet vagina yet!
Ozma swirled his tongue across Salem's nipple, placing a gentle kiss on top of it after doing so. He then kissed around her entire breast, before suddenly taking as much of her boob into his mouth as possible. After about…five seconds, he released her breast with a "POP!" and took her other breast into his mouth.
Eventually…Salem couldn't take it anymore.
Taking ahold of Ozma's shoulders, Salem quickly flipped them over so that she was on top. Ozma was (truthfully) caught a bit off-guard by the panting expression on Salem's face, the sheer lust being more evident then he'd ever seen from her before now. Before he could make any comment whatsoever…Salem quickly placed her mouth onto Ozma's neck, all but attacking it with the ferocity of a Grimm.
Ozma shut his eyes, and threw his head back onto the pillow as he felt Salem's near fangs biting into his neck (almost like…going as far as she could, without breaking the skin). She then moved her hands, and all but tore her husband's top off of his body. She found herself a tad…mesmerized, when she laid upon her knight's well sculpted body.
This "state" only lasted for a brief moment, before all but attacking Ozma's chest. After a few moments, she began moving her way downwards…quickly taking ahold of Ozma's bottoms, and pulling them down.
Her knights hardened cock cane out, smacking her across the cheek and getting to let out a small shriek of surprise (which Ozma, in his pleasure, found no less to be absolutely adorable). The goddess bit down on her bottom lip as she stared at the meaty, pulsing length that sat barely an inch away from her blushing face. With only a moment to "think" (and I use that term very loosely), Salem quickly ceased the dick in front of her in a firm grip of her hand.
Ozma hissed in an intake of breath when he felt Salem's soft hand make contact with his length, said "hiss" making Salem smirk. Virtually immediately after doing so…Salem took half of Ozma's cock into her wet, warm mouth.
"Fuck," the god simply had to moan out, unable to keep himself silent any longer. If her mouth wasn't, ahem…occupied, Salem would be smiling like crazy (in joy of both having Ozma back in her "embrace" again, and that she, even after all these centuries, was still able to please the person she loved the most). She placed her hands on Ozma's thighs, ad she began trying to take more and more of Ozma's dick into her mouth…until she'd eventually taken all of his length into her mouth.
One of Ozma's hands moved itself to run itself through Salem's long, white hair, hardly able to make any noise when he felt his entire appendage be "consumed" by his lover. Salem moved one of her hands to cradle his balls, as she swirled his tongue around Ozma's entire dick.
After a few more moments…Salem suddenly pulled herself completely away from Ozma's length, breathing heavily when his dick was (finally) pulled from her throat. She just…sat there for a moment, blushing and breathing heavily. She locked eyes with Ozma (who was in a similar boat as herself), licking her lips as she winked at him.
Before Ozma could make any comment or action, Salem quickly took ahold of her breasts…and wrapped them around his length.
Ozma threw his head back (again) when he felt Salem's large, soft mounds wrap themselves around his cock. Salem couldn't help but giggle at Ozma's expression and noise, enjoying it a great deal. She enjoyed it even more so, as she began moving her breasts along the length of his dick.
Ozma picked himself up a bit, leaning backwards against the headboard as Salem continued her titfuck. Salem bit down on her bottom lip, looking down with a small smile as Ozma's length moved its way in and out of view. She then leaned her head down as far as she could…and began flicking her tongue across the head of Ozma's length every time it reached her face.
Sweat began to trickle down the god's temple as he could feel his end nearing closer and closer, with each passing moment. His hands clenched into fists (his fingers grabbing onto the blankets he lied on), and his teeth gritted themselves together…it becoming harder and harder to hold himself "back".
"S-Salem," Ozma breathed out through gritted/clenched teeth towards his wife. The ONLY indication that the goddess gave that she even heard what Ozma said…was how her red eyes glanced up to meet his own green ones. Those eyes of hers held a great degree of humor…and mischief. "I-I'm…g-gonna…," he never got to finish that sentence.
Remnant's new god let out a loud moan, as he had finally achieved release. Salem closed her eyes as she felt the first shot of Ozma's seed land onto her mouth and tongue. She quickly slipped her tongue back into her mouth, allowing for the remainder of her lover's release to…well, release itself onto her face. She twitched a bit each time she felt each shot of Ozma's warm seed shoot itself across her eyes and cheeks (and face in general).
Eventually…Ozma was finished. The god let out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, feeling a great deal of relief of a release that he had in weeks (one that he didn't realize he needed).
Salem let go of her breasts, allowing Ozma's length to fall back away from her chest. She moved two of her fingers to wipe away the semen that had shot across her eyes, staring at it for a brief moment…before licking them from her fingers. Slowly. She then began wiping the excess semen from her face and chest, putting on a little…"show" for her lover, as she licked Ozma's release off of her fingers.
"I can't wait any longer," Salem moaned out once she was "finished", getting Ozma's attention. Before said god could reply or question, Salem quickly moved herself above Ozma's body…taking ahold of his length, and placing its tip to her entrance, "I need you Ozma. Now."
And with that, before Ozma could speak…Salem shoved Ozma's entire length into her core, in a single go. The two gods both moaned out louder then they'd had before at the contact…and, as a matter of fact, Salem's ENTIRE body shook and pulsed nearly uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled virtually to the back of her skull, as her juices shot across Ozma's length.
And then…she fell near limplessly against Ozma's form. After a moment…she lifted her head up, her face now burning red in color from her premature release. She moved a lock of hair out of her face, the strong and fierce woman suddenly feeling smaller before her husband, "I-I."
Ozma let out a small smile, before moving a hand caress his wife's (embarrassed) face. When their eyes locked, he shot her a comforting smile…as he moved his other hand to take ahold of her waist. The embarrassment all but…vanished from Salem's face, as she stared into the comforting eyes of her lover.
Ozma then lifted the two of them upwards…and placed Salem on the bed, so that he was the one on top of her. He then leaned his face down, and began pressing delicate kisses across Salem's neck (with her enjoying it, even if she previously stated that she'd rather he not do that)…just before he began moving himself through his wife.
Both gods let out moans at the sensation…before Ozma began thrusting.
Salem's breathing grew heavy, as began thrusting in and out of her. "Harder," the goddess breathed out, as she moved her hands to take ahold of Ozma's shoulders. Ozma did exactly what his lover desired, as he began fucking his wife with greater speed and force then before. "HARDER!" She yelled, quickly wrapping her legs around Ozma's waist as she began digging her nails into her husband's shoulders.
Remembering what his wife's earlier words…Ozma decided to stop "holding back". He leaned towards his wife…and bit down on Salem's neck, as he began fucking her at an even tougher pace then before. This caused Salem to moan out in pleasure, her fingers (and "claws", by extension) clenching tighter on Ozma's shoulder (and those weren't the ONLY thing clenching tighter in response, if you know what I mean;)).
Truth be told…neither "deity" was successful in keeping their releases back for very long. Salem placed her hands on the sides of Ozma's face, pulling him into a passionate, tongue-filled kiss. Ozma almost immediately began kissing back, his hips slamming into Salem's at nearly full speed.
After a moment…Ozma slammed himself fully into Salem's caverns, shooting his seed deep into his wife once his length was within her womb. Salem practically yelled out in pleasure as she felt herself being filled up by her lover's "essence", the feeling of such an action successful in driving Salem into another orgasm.
A few seconds later…both gods collapsed in exhaustion. Ozma had his place placed in-between Salem's breasts, having his arms wrapped around Salem's waist.
Just then…Salem suddenly shoved Ozma off of her, before quickly turning herself around. Ozma was about to ask…but paused, his eyes widening when they laid their sights onto the well-shaped ass that now stood before him. "More," Salem moaned out, shaking her ass tantalizingly at Ozma.
If Ozma wasn't hard already…he definitely was now.
Ozma took ahold of his hardened length in one hand and placed his other hand on Salem's waist, and moved forward a bit…before stopping himself. He smirked a bit to himself, before licking his hand and running it along his length.
"Ozma!" Salem yelled/whined, her fingers clenching around the bed sheets.
"So impatient," Ozma teased, moving one hand to caress Salem's lower back…before pressing the tip of his dick against her asshole. He chuckled when he saw his wife flinching underneath him, before leaning down so that his chest was pressed against her back. "Relax, my love," he whispered in Salem's ear, nibbling at her earlobe soon after.
The goddess bit down on her bottom lip as she moaned softly, at his contact and his words. "Remember what I said," she told her husband, "I'm not delicate. Don't go easy on me. Unless I specifically tell you otherwise…DON'T go easy on me. Alright?"
Ozma chuckled, "Well…how could I deny the desires of one so fair?"
Salem then looked backwards, smirking up at her husband, "You can't." She took ahold of Ozma's head, and pulled him into a kiss…just as her husband thrusted himself into her ass.
Salem's face slightly crinkled in a mixture of (mild) discomfort and pleasure. Ozma slowly pulled himself out, until only his length's tip remained within her…just before he shoved himself back into her again. He pulled out again…and thrusted by in again.
And it began.
Ozma moved his hands downwards, ceasing ahold of Salem's bouncing breasts as he fucked her. The goddess suddenly let out a yelp of surprise, when she felt Ozma sink his teeth into her neck. She bit down on her bottom lip to quiet herself, smiling with a blushing face as her lover fucked her without abandon or hesitation.
Exactly what she wanted from the beginning.
"Ozma," she moaned out, reaching a hand back to place on his (thrusting) waist. The god's grip on her chest tightened, and he bit down harsher on Salem's neck…before pulling back and dragging his tongue along the length of her neck.
The goddess could feel her entire body beginning to shake, already feeling her release rearing its head from the rough plowing. Ozma then released his grip on Salem's breasts, and moved one of his arms to wrap around her throat. He then pulled her entire body upwards, so that both of them "stood" on their knees. He then used his free hand to caress Salem's stomach, ghosting his fingers over her (causing goosebumps to sprout along her being)…before he suddenly shoved two fingers into her free vagina.
That…was just about it for Remnant's new goddess.
Salem let out a moan/scream of pleasure, louder then any of those before, as she could feel her orgasm wash over her being. Ozma felt her juices shooting against his fingers, and simply responded by biting down on his wife's ear (getting her to yell out even louder).
Even as his wife achieved her release, Ozma didn't even slow down in the movement of his hips. He moved them over…and all but threw Salem onto the bed, him quickly moving in order to continue. "Fuck," Ozma buried his face in his wife's neck…driving himself fully into Salem's caverns, and unleashing his load into his wife's tight hole. Salem moaned/whined underneath her husband as she felt his seed shoot into her body, for the second time this day.
Ozma let out a breath, leaning his head down towards the back of his wife's. He (after a moment) pulled himself out, moving to take a seat next to Salem. When he shut his eyes, taking in a few breaths…he felt Salem's hand wrap around his length before feeling kisses being pressed against his neck.
"Already?" Ozma asked his wife with a chuckle, and a low groan.
"Aa I told you last time, I've been without you for centuries. Truth be told," she crawled onto Ozma's lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Don't expect for us to be getting much sleep tonight…because we have many, many years to get caught up on," she placed a chaste kiss onto Ozma's cheek, "You said you were ready," Salem pulled away with a smirk, "Time to prove it."
Ozma met her smirk with one of his own, "Try me," he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist. The smirks of the two gods developed into loving smiles…before they pulled one another into another kiss.
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(Thousands Of Years Later)
"My Lady?" Salem, Queen of all Grimm, opened her blood red eyes. She looked…different, then she had all those centuries ago. Her shoulder-length hair had been arranged in a bun, her pure white skin now had dark black cracks along it, and she looked…more intense, more dangerous then before.
She focused her gaze on a…creature that floated before her. A round, red and black like…thing, with bone plating and fangs along with red tentacles with white spikes on the ends. The object slightly moved, as if it were…alive.
In the center of said being…was a young woman, with shoulder-length black hair.
"Speak Cinder," Salem replied, in a cool voice.
"Mercury, Emerald, and I have officially entered Beacon, along with Torchwick's right-hand. The "Fall of Beacon" has entered its next phase."
"Very good," Salem nodded, "You know your assignments. Keep me informed of your progress," she waved her head, getting the image on the creature to vanish…before it levitated away.
Once alone, Salem simply…thought to herself, a finger on chin. After a few moments…Salem shut her eyes, put down her hand, and stood from her throne. She silently made her way towards the window, and…stared, out to the shattered moon in the sky.
Ozma.
(Author's Note: Annnnnnnnnd scene!
(1): I'm using the (somewhat) common theory/headcannon that BILLIONS of years had passed between the gods leaving and Ozma first reincarnating on Remnant, with how long it took ACTUAL humanity to evolve to our current forms.
(2):Huh…not a question that I'd ever thought I'D write:/
I want to quickly say...no, Ozpin and Salem were not specifically thinking of having sex with one another. It's just meant to show that they were in their own heads about memories of the past.
Hope this chapter turned out good (if a little…shorter, then I expected). I hope I did a bit of…justice, to the story of Ozma and Salem. A tragedy if there ever were one. Like, seriously…FUCK those gods!
Little question/poll: who thinks that everything could gave been avoided…had Salem gone to the God of Darkness, instead of his elder brother?
Remember, constructive critism only. No flames allowed.
Review, favorite, follow, and I'll see you guys next time:)
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Oh.. and, for those of you who're following my "My Death Battles", here is Ed's opponent for the next Death Battle of mine.
NONE can match her skill
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Her name strikes FEAR throughout the land.
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In the world, there exists none great enough…nor powerful enough to challenge her.
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In the middle of a desert, there was someone who stood nervously.
Or, rather…someTHING.
Said "thing" was an orange-furred horse, with blonde…hair, a brown cowboy hat, green eyes, and an image of three apples on her flank. This horse "padded" her hooves on the deck beneath her, biting her lip with nervous energy simply RADIATING off of her.
"APPLEJACK!" The horse, Applejack, turned to the sound of the dark voice, looking to see a group of five OTHER horses racing towards her. At the helm…was a pink-furred horse, with fire in her eyes, "YOU PINKIE PROMISED!"
"AHHH!" Applejack yelled out loud, before racing away.
"APPLEJACK…COME BACK HERE!" The pink horse screamed as she and the others gave chase.
Pinkie Pie parties her way into Death Battle