Chapter 41: Swan Lake
Winter always had her eye on Jaune. Qrow eh... Yeah. He went for a date but got manhandled.
Jaune watched as Winter's lips slid down once more, his gaze going to the restraints that kept him there. Simple ones, enough to keep him there but not something that couldn't be broken. He powered his strength up, before he would get to that level where he'd be lost. With how aggressive Sienna was about his manhood, he had a good bit of experience about lasting a little while before he'd pop his top.
"Well, I won't admit that this was usually the case..."
He started to talk, the woman's head pulling up for air, and to speak. Cool blue eyes looked at him as her hand grabbed a hold of him, the pale fingers that had shown the strength of someone who had been at active status in the Atlesian military for nearly three years.
"Someone gave me the advice that I should just go for it. Is this not to your liking, Mister Arc?"
He'd probably like it a little more if he was able to move, tugging a little at the restraints. He looked at Winter and his manhood responded to a slow tug that she gave.
"Well, it does sort of put a man on edge to find himself with a fetching young woman in the same room."
A glare, a look that her mother had mastered before the age of twenty-nine, sent at him. She didn't stop, as she continued with the teasing, keeping him on edge. For the first time, he cursed the fact that Willow and Winter could be practically twins, except some of the differences in their facial features.
"I was given the advice to just ensure that you would be mine. And so, I shall. We shall proceed to get intimate, Mister Arc. I will not be denied, as you have proven to be someone who seems to be slippery in the art of engagement."
A smile that wouldn't misstand on her mother's face was on her face, as she rose.
'By the gods...'
She was dripping. It was just his luck that he'd have to suffer Winter in such a mood. She crawled on top of him and he was quite distinctly aware that he was not wearing a condom. His aura swelled and his muscles tensed. She smirked at him, giving his manhood a light push with her body. Pale skin met a sensitive member and he shivered.
"Oh, it's futile..."
The restraints were shoddily knotted and non-Huntsman-grade. They snapped with a twist and his hands grabbed her, pulling her down. A squeak, something of a beastly growl coming from his mouth and Winter was on her back, his greater strength and size showing clearly that he was the one that was currently more in control.
Her breathing became heavier as she flushed, her cheeks were hot and her eyes looked into his own, her nipples harder than he'd imagined them to be, his hands grabbing her hands. She was pushing against his chest, but not using her full strength.
'She's...'
He pinned her hands above her head with a single hand and she didn't force the issue. Her breathing was harsher and rougher, her eyes looking with that hint of defiance and desire. This definitely was not a woman who enjoyed control.
'Gods, she's-'
"W-well, you've g-got me..."
He developed a small twitch in his eye as she looked at him, hornier than an alley cat in heat. He'd almost pity her if it wasn't his virtue (whatever he had left after riding the tiger) in danger. She looked at him with a daring expression, trying to provoke him.
"G-gonna fuck me, Arc?"
Her eyes looked at him with a challenge, his face closer to hers than before. There was some sort of manic energy inside her eyes, something that had been building up for a while. His finger stroked over her cheek, her eyes looking at him with a look, a shiver going through her body.
"Come on, you weakling... You've got Winter Schnee at your mercy, why aren't you doing what all of you boys want to do at your age?"
He smirked, looking down at her and his hand seized her throat and squeezed. She quivered, his eyes kept on her facial features, not going down. She growled at him, her lower body giving a slow buck.
"Do you really think that you're good enough for me, Winter?"
Eyes blazed with anger, as she looked at him with that look that could cut stone with a glare. He wasn't hugely impressed. Sienna looked fiercer when she was tearing into her upper management leaders, literally.
"Oh, the little heiress that was passed over for her little sister, the military brat..."
The finger slid over her face. Her breathing picked up as her features snarled up at him.
"Do you really think that boys want to sleep with someone like you? Do you really think that I'd just roll over and want to have you suck my cock?"
She clearly had thought so, because there was something in those eyes, as his finger pushed into her mouth. Instinctively, she seemed to suck on it, undoubtedly caused by the situation.
"No, Winter."
His voice was soft, as his finger pushed deeper into her mouth. "Why would I want someone who's not got the experience, huh? I fucked your mother last night. I fucked Weiss... What does a virgin have to offer that her younger sister and her mother could not?"
Rage showed on her face, as she tried to put some strength in her motions, the pushy girl that she had been at age twelve showing once more, as the arousal slowly faded. Thinking about Winter as Willow did was the right option. Just putting the girl in her place, instead of letting her have whatever she wanted. "See?" He got up, showing her how he was.
"You're not even appealing."
Blue eyes looked at him and promised bloody murder, as she started to cuss at him. He was looking around whilst she was distracted with insulting his masculinity, knowing that he'd better get his pants back on before he'd get out of here.
"Many men would love to claim that they fucked Winter Schnee! I've had offers!"
He looked down at her and shook his head, grabbing her head, his palm pressing against her forehead and pushing it down against the bed, keeping her pinned there. Blue eyes looked at him.
"Why haven't you? Are you still that scared girl that crawled in her mother's bed when the explosions Dust from the defences around Atlas got too loud for you?"
Her eyes widened. That was not a memory that she'd ever shared with anyone else, not even Weiss had known of that. He knew only because Willow had valued the time with her daughter. Winter had been eleven still and it had been a very heavy assault.
She trembled and he sighed. This wasn't the right way to go about it, but she was going in a direction that wasn't good for her.
"Winter, sexually assaulting someone isn't the way to live your life. I'm very flattered that you'd do something like this with me, but-"
"She told you? That stupid drunkard b-"
He smacked her in the face before she could finish that sentence. Willow had more love for her daughters than both knew, and he'd seen her at her lowest before. His eyes bored into hers, anger flaring in them. She quivered under his gaze as he fixed her with his best glare. The anger bled out in those eyes and there was fear.
"I'm leaving, Winter. When you manage to grow up to be an adult, perhaps we can talk again, but I will inform my team about this. Don't you dare blame your mother for this. She's more of a woman than you ever will be with this attitude."
He let go of the woman's hands, watching the broody angry look on the woman's face. She had to gather herself, he knew. Winter and Weiss were both cut from a similar cloth. They took a moment to gather themselves.
It was really Winter's ugliest trait, the constant anger inside her that she kept bottled up. Anger at her mother, anger at her father and having to live under the rigid ordered lifestyle of the Atlesian military. Together with her inability to admit her own wrongdoing and her pride, it made for a mess.
"Fuck you, Arc! Here I try to give you pleasure and maybe get some entertainment out of it, and you dare to deny me?!"
He went for his pants, aware of her body moving around behind him, his eyes looking at her with raw anger in them. He didn't see the girl that she had been as a pre-teen, but rather the woman that had gotten a career and sterling results solely on her being a Schnee.
"Go fuck some random guy then, Winter. Do like your mother does in your eyes and drown yourself in alcohol! I'm sick of you acting like you never had puberty hit you and daddy and mommy didn't just have a row and mommy was slinking off to her rooms with a new bruise to finish her bottle."
He felt something hit him in the back of the head, thrown by Winter, an angry sound from behind him as he stepped into his pants.
"And you know what the worst thing is, Winter? You violated the military oath you took. You're a criminal now. Proud Winter Schnee, aide to General Ironwood, accused of raping a student who was nominally under her control through the Vytal protection act."
He was getting annoyed with her. She was being a brat. He could forgive the sucking of his cock or the threat, but the acting like she was giving him some precious gift when he had a girlfriend that regularly needed a hot hard rough roll in the sack was just something that he couldn't condone... or just insulting her mother. Willow did not need to hear such angry words from her oldest daughter.
"Then fucking do it, Arc. I was stupid to trust Khan's advice on how to get a man."
He pressed his lips together tightly, as he looked at her with disgust in his eyes. Sienna was a lot of things, and she could be one hell of a woman when she was in a mood, but she was not someone who didn't know what consent was.
"She may be aggressive as hell, she STILL knows how consent works, Winter. When she's with me, I don't have to worry about being stabbed in the back and waking up to find some frosty snow cunt with her lips on my balls trying to act out some slutty Mistralian porno comic!"
Her eyes did not understand, nor did she seem reasonable. Getting up and walking right at him, she poked him with a finger. Her eyes did not shy away from him, as she looked him in the eyes.
"I'm a Schnee and I will get what I want, Arc. It's your word against mine."
He looked her in the eyes and knew that she'd said something she'd regret. A savage smirk settled on his face as he grabbed a hold of her breasts and then twisted the nipples. The shriek was loud enough to rattle the window, as he looked at her face, just twisting the nipples.
"You're a bad daughter, Winter. You're just like your father, always trying to get what you want. Are you going to cry now to daddy because the big bad Arc didn't fuck you? Boo-hoo Winter, do you really think your father would care, after he's whored your mother out to me twice?"
He found his Scroll and clicked it on, going to the part where he had the recordings. He played the one where he had been in the car with Jacques. Winter's eyes looked aghast, as she looked at him, his eyes staring straight into him.
"You're just like him, Winter. I hope you're happy now, the little girl that loved her mother is now becoming just like her father. I wonder, if we were to date, whether you'd whore me out as well to some upper class socialite? Or whether Weiss would be wearing a nice frilly dress as she's shared as some party favour?"
Her eyes blazed with something inside them, as she got up. Her chest heaved, her eyes sparked with that anger that was characteristic for her.
"No! If I were to love a man, I'd make sure that he was mine!"
The statement was pretty Sienna-like with how it was phrased, the anger in her voice showing through in her eyes. He nodded. He could see where she was coming from, even if he did not agree.
"Selfish little girls want to keep what they've gotten... Are you really that selfish, Winter? Would you keep me, if I decided that you were worth dating?"
She made a snarling sound, and he was reminded of Sienna before he would be pounced upon. She was readying herself for something like that.
"Your father would just love that, you know? One guy, fucking his whole family. He's already got me signed up for some products. Are you going to be daddy's little whore too?"
She leapt at him and he cast a time delay glyph around her, just enough to barely be noticeable, yet slow her down enough, as his arms grabbed her, bracing himself against the wall and then slamming her down on the ground.
"If I was your father I'd put you over my knee and spank you until you started to make sense, Winter. You're a brat, a child that never grew out of wanting to get every little toy for herself and bullying everyone around her."
He looked into the irate woman's eyes, her breathing heavy, as he peered into those depths. She was frothing at the mouth nearly, angry and irritated.
"And you know what? I'd still be a better dad than your own. You wouldn't get a chance to act out like this, when I'm your father."
He let go of her, but she didn't react, her eyes looking darkly at him. "Get out." She hissed, her voice hurt and angry, the moody Winter returning once more.
"Going to drown your sorrows in a bottle, just like dear ol' mother? Are you going to cry into your pillow because you've had your first taste of a cock? Oh no, the guy said no... He must be wrong!"
She didn't respond still, looking at him. "And you know what, Winter? You want to know what Sienna Khan said to you? That we should send you back to Atlas on maternity leave."
His hand patted her stomach, his eyes boring into her own. There was something in her eyes, a fear that he could see in her eyes, something that was dark and primal, a fear that most women had. He looked fierce, he knew. She was intimidated, because it was a threat.
'You really need to know your limits, Winter.'
"I'm really tempted to see whether I can make you into a better mother than you think your own mother is, Winter. And guess what? Your daddy wouldn't even stop me. And then, he'd take the baby away from you to raise if it's a boy, because he knows that women are useless."
He wasn't serious with such an offer. He wouldn't dare to do that to a daughter of Willow, but he was through with Winter's bratty behaviour. The words had an effect. He knew Jacques Schnee well from the perspective that his wife had on him. Willow was not stupid, and she knew that her daughters were never more than a bargaining chip on the table of negotiations.
She was going to make a wrong decision and he wouldn't let her do something like that. He loved her mother too much to let the daughters that she'd gotten from a piece of trash with the Lien-scent as a perfume go to such depths.
"But?!"
She tried, but he smacked her cheek again, a red print on the cheek starting to show. He was done with her bratty attitude. He could take a lot of things but Winter had just shattered most of his patience.
"Your father hits your mother like this, doesn't he? She had a bruise on her face the last time I saw. Do you want me to start practising how to beat on you, Winter? Do you want to cry into the pillow whilst the father of your children takes you like your mother was taken?"
He got up, looking down at her. "You're worth more than someone like Jacques Schnee as a father, Winter." He shook his head at her as he turned around. He just had to get out of here before she'd leap at him again.
"Wait!"
He pushed open the door and then shut it behind her, hearing her shout at him, breaking into a sprint. He wasn't going to be chased after by a Schnee whilst he was not armed in the slightest. They had a Haste Glyph that could make them faster than he could run.
Here he was, shirtless and without shoes, running like a madman through the darkened halls of Beacon. He checked the clock on the CCT tower for the time, noticing that it was nearly twelve.
'This should just be easy... Not many people around at this time...'
Luck was not on his side, the Scroll in his pocket starting to buzz. He continued moving, pulling it out of his pocket, looking at the cheeky expression on Amber's face, the surroundings behind her.
"Hey there, hunky and funky... Check behind you."
He turned around to see Amber sitting nearby on one of the benches, her staff half-disassembled next to her. He noticed several Dust crystals already being socketed into the staff, used to augment her powers in different ways.
"You should really watch when you're going half-streaking."
His disapproval showed on his face, as her eyes looked at something and she smiled.
"Busy time with the ladies, huh?"
He grimaced. Winter Schnee was not going to like him much for the next few days or maybe for the rest of her time here. He'd probably been kicked to the top of her hate list with that last action. She'd insulted her mother though, which wasn't something that he could tolerate.
'No matter how much you can hate me, you should not underestimate how much your mother sacrifices for the two of you.'
He sat down next to her with his back facing hers, keeping an eye on the direction that he'd come from in anticipation of the Schnee Specialist coming for him, trusting that with Amber around, he'd at the very least not have to bother with the fuss of what Winter Schnee would kick up.
"Yeah, did the lack of a shirt and shoes clue you in, or was it just the fact that I'm out here at this late hour, Amber?"
His voice held annoyance, as he could imagine the cheeky smile on her lips, the small fake whip-crack sound that she did with her lips not even making him smile. She leaned against him, her fingers clicking the staff together.
"Oh, and here I thought Glynda Gee-Double-Eww just got you out for a hot love-making session. She's really got a nice rack, don't you think?"
He didn't respond for a moment, thinking about the teacher and what indeed was a very nice set of frontal assets. Glynda Goodwitch, if she had went for a modelling contract, would have been a household name, especially with that fierce look in her eyes.
"I'm not going to invoke danger by talking about one of my professors, a woman that I respect as an educator, like she is a piece of meat. She does have a very nice aesthetic, but I reckon that I should stick within my lane."
He heard a pouty sound come from her, as much as she could at this point in time, with her staff assembled again slowly.
"That's a pity. I bet that she'd really like to give you detention. A hot and heavy detention, aye?"
"Amber...!"
He groaned, knowing that Amber and Glynda had been at odds ever since they'd met each other. It had been hate at first sight, with Amber making a wise-crack about Glynda's nice set of sweater-puppies and wanting to put em to work and Glynda not having any of that. It was really something that he didn't really like.
"You should just try to make peace with the woman. She's a good professor, she's teaching me a lot of things about tactics and other stuff." He was sure that the woman would rather have taught something else though. She seemed the type to be more nurturing, a smile on his face as he imagined her teaching a class of children. She was a teacher that explained things in a no-nonsense tone.
"Yeah, you're a regular ol' student. She should watch out for you. One little misstep and she'll wake up with a headache and your dick in her." He smacked her in the back of her head, keeping his gaze trained on the direction he'd come from. Winter Schnee would need about a minute or three to dress, given her usual punctual standards for attire, before she'd come to track him down.
Being with the Fall Maiden would allow him a moment of respite from the Schnee woman, because Amber, as far as it went in the hierarchy of power, trumped Winter.
"Whilst I cannot deny that she is a gorgeous woman, I will not do something like that. You know who I am dating and well, to say that I'm interested in her best friend as well would be no untrue statement. Professor Goodwitch is a nice woman, a bit strict and perhaps a little uptight, but I don't think that I'd abuse the trust of my girlfriend by sleeping with her, even if she wants me to."
A clearing of the throat that most definitely did not belong to Amber came from behind him and he turned around and found that Professor Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch had somehow arrived with less sound than he'd imagined. He'd accuse them of being ninja's, but it might just have been the grogginess from being hit by the Schnee zapper that Winter had used.
"Whilst I am flattered that you would consider me a gorgeous woman, I am quite dedicated to my work at Beacon to engage in relations with a student."
There was a strict tone to the woman's voice, as her green eyes glowered at him behind those glasses. "As Miss Autumn undoubtedly knows, I would imagine. A gutter needs to be emptied, Amber... perhaps you should just go for the medical facilities to see whether the leaves are all cleaned out of your drainage ditch."
He looked at Amber, whose eyes did not change much, the glance at him light and teasing before she clicked the final part into place.
"How about we tag team him, eh? Gee-Gee, I think you're-"
The body rose up and he sighed. The headmaster gave a mild smile to him as he straightened his outfit out.
"You're looking a little under-dressed there, Mister Arc. Had a run-in with Specialist Schnee?"
The man remained calm as someone started to shout curses at a 'stuffy blonde porno librarian type', Jaune tuning out the Glynda-Amber match.
"Why... eh, yes? How do you know?"
The man simply gave an amused smile. "Do look at your chest, Mister Arc. Whilst I am not inclined to prefer men, I would imagine that a woman would do no small thing to a young man she enjoyed the company of."
He looked at his stomach, where SCHNEE had been put, in a series of hickeys, vertically.
'This is going to be annoying to explain to Sienna.'
"Yes, she sort of eh... went for aggressive negotiations. Not the first time I've had to-"
He ducked as Amber flew over his head and Glynda stomped after her, the woman's fine rear distracting him for a moment. "make sure that I got out of a tight spot by using some force."
"It might help you to realize that my deputy is most certainly not trying to kill Amber. I hope at least that she won't kill her. Glynda, could you leave her intact? We are due for a meeting with James."
The blonde woman's Semblance cut out and Amber dropped down, her staff floating above the heap of dark-skinned Maiden. Amber picked herself up slowly, grumbling something about humourless blonde good bitches.
"Mister Arc, I do hope that you do not take the word of Amber seriously. She is known for her..."
The woman gave a disapproving stern look to the Maiden, who got herself properly standing once more.
"Ribald ways and views on such intimate stuff. Do not presume that I would wish to secure a student for my bedroom dalliances."
He smiled at her, glad that the woman wasn't as crude as Amber was. If she'd really been something like Amber had claimed, he'd have been in serious danger. Glynda Goodwitch's Semblance was something that he did not really like to tackle without backup.
"Have a great night, Mister Arc... And do enjoy your sleep."
The headmaster said, the Fall Maiden grumbling a good night as she followed right behind the headmaster, Professor Goodwitch smiling at him with a mysterious smile on her lips, her voice a little lower, barely higher than a whisper, directly intended to be heard by his ears.
"You're free meat after graduation, after all. It's just a few years..."
He felt a ghostly hand grope over his buttocks, as the Professor gave him a wink and a slow run of her tongue over her lips and then walked after her superior, leaving him to feel slightly more violated than he had been before. He could see that she was just biding her time.
'Do I have older lady catnip attached to my butt or something?'
He was now uncomfortably aroused.
She didn't like this one bit!
Weiss had gone and stolen a march on her and she was trying her best to find something that'd blow his socks off. Searching through the closet was just futile, as nothing would just give that oomph that she wanted to give.
'Why do I have to challenge someone who could probably have a bathtub full of Lien at her disposal to swim in?'
For Jaune, of course. He was someone who needed to be shown the wonders of Yang Xiao Long! She just needed an edge, something to really make him fall for her.
'You can do this! You've got these babies!'
She looked at her breasts, currently still captive within the tight nightshirt that she'd donned. Weiss was... well, she wasn't around and Ruby was keeping watch. She really needed to find something that's make him get all hot and bothered.
'Mom gave me these babies... and I hope that I didn't inherit the desire to flee after marriage...'
She could see herself in a wedding dress, maybe with Weiss in the background as Best maid or whatever they called it? Bridesbest? Something. Dad had just said that Summer had just leapt at him with something that sounded like 'Ohmypoorbaby,comehereandletmegetthosesloppyseconds' and Ruby had popped out of the cabbage.
She'd learned the real reason for that through the books that she'd enjoyed at the Combat Academy, and during the sexual health and education stuff. She acted confident, she acted brash, but she'd rather have gentle touches.
A nice bit of blonde hair, blue eyes, a tight little butt and her just giving him a lot of kisses, slowly dropping down and taking a hold of that big hard Aura lance...
"Eh, sis? You're drooling."
Ruby's voice drew her out of her thoughts. Curse that girl for letting her drift into such memories! Such a bad little sister.
"Hey... Are you really serious about him?"
Ruby sounded a little confused, and she looked at the little silver-eyed sprout that'd come from the woman that she'd called mom for a few years until she'd gone the way of the warrior... or just became lost.
"I like him a lot. I'd like to do stuff with him."
Ruby smiled. Her sister's smile wasn't right in her. "I mean, he's kind of good-looking, good with people and he's got that whole heroic look... Makes a girl think."
Ruby smiled at her still, though it was not the smile that she'd expect. This wasn't a happy-happy smile, but one that was bittersweet.
"I'm happy you found a guy you like, Yang."
'Oh shit...'
That smile was the one that Ruby wore when she had to give something up that she liked. There definitely was something about that smile that made her feel like shit.
"Do you... Do you like him too?"
Ruby gave a small nod. The smile turned even more damning in Yang's eyes. She'd just stolen her little sister's first crush by boldly announcing that she would go for him.
"I can back off if you'd like. I mean..."
Ruby just waved her hands like she'd just heard that Christmas was going to bring laser gator guns. Totally against the Remnantian Dust convention, or so it apparently was. Yang wasn't a gun nut.
"No-nononono! You go ahead! I'll... I'll get over it. You two are good for each other, even if Weiss just starts to make weird squeaky noises during the night."
Yang did not want to know what Weiss did. She could guess.
'Sinful things...'
She didn't want to know about that, but Ruby was getting all steamed.
"I'm sorry sis..."
She mumbled, feeling a bit like Summer might've, stealing the guy that her own biological mom liked. It wasn't something that she'd done consciously, but Ruby undoubtedly wouldn't like her for it.
"It's okay! It's fine! S-so, I'm here to help you! Just leave it up to Ruby Rose!"
'This is going to be amusing...'
She had wondered what Ruby had in mind, but the short skirt and the top weren't that bad. Awkward to move in though, but not bad. She'd make a frumpy sweater look good.
"So... How do I look?"
Ruby merely smiled in her own Ruby-like way. That counted as a 'yeah, this needs some sprucing up', because her little sister had the fashion sense of a nerdy geek.
'I should've just asked Nora...'
Now THERE was a girl who knew how to dress in hot pink and make it look good!
Sienna Khan was not a woman to be crossed, most people knew. As she stood there amongst the latest bunch of yokels who had dared to issue a challenge to her, she did not give a damn about what they ended up as. Her whip flew with arcs, hitting the bodies and then switching to something a little more brutal as she leapt at one of the men, hitting him in the head and then finishing him off with a kick to the groin, dancing out of the way of a strike.
'I guess there was some benefit to those dancing lessons.'
She wanted some more of that man's privates. A private exploration of those parts, including a good little bit of lingering on that large mountain of manliness. Preferably vaginal. She liked that.
The grin increased in savagery as she lost most of her restraint. Where it would have been bruises, there were now only broken bones and twisted arms, flesh mangling as she got back into her element. In this place, there was only Sienna and prey. The blood that flowed through her body was like a pulsating rhythm of carnage, as she twisted and lunged, her Aura guarding her from their strikes. Even professional Huntsmen could not stand up to her. Those were the first one to be taken out, as she knew that their threat was the most severe.
"Hey Sienna! There's a call on your Scroll!"
She ducked and weaved through a pincer manoeuvre, the woman who'd been on her other side being the unfortunate one getting body slammed by two of the enforcers, the woman going down in a tangle of limbs as Sienna rose up again, a kick delivered to the back of the head of one of the fools doing a pincer movement on the Khan.
"I'll take it in a minute! Who is it?"
Eve's voice was hesitant, as she spoke up. Through the roar of combat, Sienna could hear the soft words. She had good ears, thankfully.
"Your equal."
'Shit.'
She just dealt with the members of the White Fang's southern division a little more harshly. If Jaune called her this late at night, he'd undoubtedly have a good reason for that. It probably wouldn't be some sort of assassination of sorts or anything, but it was still pretty late in the evening.
A few tears in her outfit and a battered feeling in her muscles later and she grabbed the Scroll. Jaune did not look very happy, unclothed as he was. The whole SCH that was in the line of the camera's vision was there, and he had that look of broody manliness about him that Adam had once held.
'Ooh, hickeys! Willow, you naughty girl!'
"Sienna, I was recently introduced to a little fact about you giving some advice to Winter Schnee."
She didn't really see what the problem was. If the girl wanted to get laid, she'd have to-
'Hey! That's rude! You ask for permission first unless you've got a claim staked!'
"Hey, I told her to jerk his pants down, not give hickeys! Did you put your dick in her?"
The crass talk wasn't something that she shied away from when the emotions started to get higher, and she felt insulted. She'd just wanted to get some good advice to the stuffy girl, not have her jump ahead in the queue!
"What? No! Why are you even giving her advice on that kind of stuff?!"
He sounded a little upset. Sienna frowned, as someone came up behind her. Her head turned, as her arm rose up and blocked the strike from landing, her attention going to the guy with a metal bat, ready to take another shot at her.
"Because the girl needed a dick. Not mine, but fuck if it's going to-YAH!"
Her foot slammed into the asshole's face, the guy going down, the bat flying into the air and someone being hit with a loud 'ARRGHHH! MY BALLS!' sound, though she couldn't really care much for the losers. They were the losers and she was the Khan, the woman who's got the whole band of mongrels and mutts together.
"Do I have catnip attached to my cock or something? I just thought she hated me."
Sienna snorted. Catnip attached to his groin would not explain that, Faunus just didn't work like that. They were a proud people, who had cultural heritage, a lot of other fun things and some of the biggest d- oh, yeah, she was thinking about stuff.
'Okay, there may just be something in that statement that's true, but pheromones are NOT catnip.'
"You're just saddled with that insane charisma that keeps me going. Eve, get those bitches up from the ground, beat them if you have to."
There was a savage smile on her lips, she knew. Her face was as beautiful as always, as Jaune looked at her and frowned.
"Now don't give me that pouty face, Jaune. I'll have a chat with the girl about proper etiquette and the like. There's rules for engaging with a guy that's claimed by someone with a bit of seniority to their name."
He didn't get it. Of course he wouldn't, he was a human, but they did things differently. Sure, there MIGHT have been a time when she'd disliked the blonde guy for being a human, but as far as it went now, he was the best thing since her becoming High Leader.
'Hmm... Better get more condoms. We're going to go through a box.'
She could do with a long weekend of being in bed and getting herself entertained by Mister Dance Moves. Yep.
"I sort of... yeah, it'd be rare if she didn't hate my guts right now."
Her grin was broader now as she smirked at him cattily. Of course, that meant that the smirk was just as wonderful as it always was, as otherwise it didn't matter.
"Hey, I hated you so much that I hoped you'd die at Initiation! Look at me now!"
It was simple to her. She loved the guy for being someone who wasn't afraid to just comment on her flaws if she was showing them.
"You're pretty much the same when you tell me to treat you like a-"
She muted the call, not really trusting people to learn of her kinks. She might just like it a little too much, but she had needs. When his lips stopped moving and horrible little kinky shit was finally not spoken of anymore, she un-muted him.
"I want to be yours, Sienna. Willow's like that too for me. I want to be with both of you, and-"
She stopped him, making the frowny face that she knew would shut him up. That just wasn't right.
"If you fuck with another bitch, she'd damn better be as pretty as the two of us!"
She stomped down, someone groaning as she did, her gaze drawn down. That'd been a direct stomp to the tit of someone. Oh well, they'd lost. They'd bear the pain. She stomped down again, just in case. Bitches got stitches, after all.
"Yeah, cry like the little bitch you are, bitch! You lost, you pansy little motherfucker!"
Jaune made a discordant sound, as if he wasn't happy with that.
"She knocked me out and tied me to her bed!"
Sienna nodded, understanding that sentiment. She'd do something similar, probably with something like elastic cables or something. Couldn't let the guy get up...Well, not in that way.
'Now there's an idea...'
A grin came to her face. "Hey, if it worked, you weren't guarding your back good enough! Do tell me that she at least gave a bit of a taste!" It was proper, of course, to make sure that the guy wouldn't want to leave. She knew that he was hers. That cock didn't lie, especially when she moved her hips a little and ground against him.
'Hmmm... Yeah, that'll be a long weekend.'
"Sienna! She sucked my cock! I stopped her before she could get me off."
She pressed her lips together thinly. That wasn't right! The least she could've done was given him release. She'd have to put in overtime to make sure that he wasn't backed up or anything. Good girlfriends did that for their boyfriend.
"Was it good?"
It was a logical question. If the girl had been interested, she'd better damn well do a damn good job of sucking the cock of Sienna Khan's man!
"Yes! No! Wait, why are you asking that? Aren't you, like, mad?"
She blinked. Was she really mad that some girls were going after her man like he was the butcher with a fresh cut of meat? That was a good thing!
"Why should I be mad that my man's attracting other bitches? Be proud that you've got bigger balls than most of these assholes!"
Sure, she MIGHT be just a little bit annoyed with Mini-Schnee for doing her like that, but did it really matter? Her man loved her! When she was floating on cloud nine and she was orgasming her brain out, she didn't really mind much.
Willow should really have taken her advice and let her get a sniper to take down Jacques. That asshole wasn't good for her friend.
'If it was up to me, he'd get a nice noose with a burning Dust crystal there to send him right to hell.'
"Hey! I've still got some growing left to do!"
She grinned and then stomped down again on some bitch that was getting up. She felt like releasing a bit of stress now, as she watched Eve slowly flip over some of the people. A hand rose. Four probably needing the hospital.
"Yeah, and you're mine the weekend after. Willow's got that whole thingy going on, so you're going to be showing me some growth."
She was going to make him ache. Khan was getting her cream.
'Damn straight... Now, let's see whether I can get those cables...'
The bruise had faded thanks to a liberal application of makeup and some extra tricks that she had remembered from when she'd been young to hide the scuff marks from having gone skidding down a mineshaft. It wasn't something that she'd really like to use, but it made sense for the circumstances. She had to look good for appearance's sake, to make sure that she looked like Willow Schnee, mother of the children and wife to Jacques.
Weiss was uncertain, holding her pace. Jacques had gone ahead of them, stating that he had a surprise for them. It was not something that she would enjoy, if she had an inkling of what it would be like.
"Mother..."
She looked at her daughter, the lighting of the limousine giving her daughter a pale cast, as she looked at her mother with an expression that Willow recognized as something that was concern in her daughter's eyes.
"Are you-"
The girl didn't finish her sentence, as Willow mustered a smile. There was no problem as long as her daughters and son were safe. She would be a good mother to them all, and she would rather die than to betray her family.
"I'm fine, Weiss."
Her hand brushed through her daughter's hair, still done up in that asymmetrical style. She could see her daughter looking like Winter did in a few years, except for her chest. Weiss was modest, in the chest.
"Has father told you about what the surprise is?"
Willow shook her head. She'd been too busy trying to recover from the shocks that she'd had to really bother with much. She'd nearly grabbed the bottle again, if only to leave it standing where it was. She did not need alcohol right now.
'He said that he loved me.'
That was something that she could understand, something that she felt bubble up inside her that warmed her bones and soul. It was a softness that warmed her flesh and made her heart beat a little faster whenever she thought of him.
"No."
Her daughter's eyes did not change, as she looked at her. She bit her lower lip, trying to look like she wasn't thinking about something.
"Knowing father..."
She knew him better than Weiss did, having been around him longer than Weiss had. The charm and the sweet words had made her be a foolish young woman, believing in the goodwill that he had for her and the company.
"Mother, about our trip to the spa... Is it okay if I ask someone whether he'd like to come as well?"
Her eyebrow rose, an amused smile coming to her lips. Her daughter had been mentioning a young man that had caught her eye. "That mysterious boy you keep mentioning?" She teased lightly, though she hadn't paid too much attention to things. Weiss was a girl and some secrets had to be kept.
"My team is... well, they're not too bad. They all like him."
Willow's slight smile was political, as she looked at her daughter with the smile intact. That sounded like a boy that was a playboy. She didn't much like that sort, having seen many in her years in Atlas.
'I guess she is at that age... The muscles, the smile... Some playboy would wrap her around his finger.'
"Very well, I don't think it's a big problem to add a boy to the schedule. Shall we get him a pedicure as well? A manicure? Perhaps a private massage with just the two of you?"
Her daughter blushed and she smiled more genuinely, as she saw the embarrassment on her daughter's face. She'd have to vet the boy, of course... Not every young man was as great as the young man she loved.
'Hmm...'
Yes, it would be a thing to consider. A little private spa day with herself and Sienna and him, a few entirely too risqué outfits, a little private massage with some oil, a set of handcuffs and a nice pair of gloves.
'A pity that it will remain as a fantasy...'
"Mother..."
She gave a soft laugh, as Olav cleared his throat. Her daughter was glad for the distraction, looking at the bodyguard. Willow noticed that they seemed to have arrived at the destination.
"We have arrived at the airship docks, Mistress, young Mistress."
She spotted her eldest daughter there as well, standing prim and proper in her Atlesian Specialist uniform, looking a little haggard and worn-down, as if she hadn't had a good night's sleep. She was someone who always took care of herself, the girl that she had born first into this world.
"Mother, Weiss."
The polite and clipped tone from her eldest daughter was something that she could feel hold a distaste, as her eldest daughter's eyes met Weiss, a smile that was warmer and friendlier than the smile that she'd directed towards her.
'How I wish we could just be a family, rather than having to deal with your father...'
"It is nice to see you, Winter. Have you been well?"
Politeness was always required, and her eldest daughter gave her a look that showed her sympathies for her mother. Rather little, she'd imagined, if the death glare that she got was something that could not be mended.
"As well as I could be. Can we converse in private for a moment, mother?"
She looked at her eldest daughter and gave the smile that she reserved for family. She'd hope for the best, looking at Winter's pent-up expression, her daughter looking like she'd rather be anywhere else.
"Mother, did father have you sleep with a young man named Jaune Arc?"
Her daughter was straight to the point of the matter, as Willow let her eyes go for the landing pad, watching the approaching airships. She didn't spot the tell-tale sign of the Schnee Dust Company logo yet.
"Your father has intimated that I sleep with the young man, yes."
There was a coolness to her voice that slipped in, as her daughter's eyes looked into her own. Hate, spite and anger. Such emotions, hurting her with that painful stabbing torment of being never the example that Winter needed. Her eldest daughter disliked her the most, no matter what Weiss said about Winter showing concern.
"And you let him? Why did you tell him about me?"
'What in the name of Atlas happened?'
"I must be missing some information here, Winter. What does that have to do with you?"
Her daughter's baleful look of anger seemed to simmer down a little. Willow could see the moody look enter her daughter's eyes.
"He said that he'd slept with you and Weiss!"
Willow wasn't even going to want to inquire about the reasons as to why he would have told Winter that, as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. This was a bothersome thing, and she was not going to explain the little game of cat and mouse between Jaune Arc and her father.
"Winter, your father has been pressuring the young man to sign up with the company. The Hero of Vale is-"
Smack
The smack from Winter's left hand came unexpected and she looked at her daughter, whose eyes looked at her with that anger that was much like her father's. She felt her own blood boil with her own fierce rage, as she straightened herself.
"You are disgusting. I am ashamed to call you my mother."
Her daughter's voice was strict and Willow felt the anger sizzle and burn inside her, though she knew that she had to maintain the look of the wife of the Schnee Dust Company's CEO.
"We all have done disgusting things, Winter."
She had been enjoying the company of the young man, she had been saved by the young man and she had been tempted by the young man, but she would not break her vows.
"Well, I fucked him too. He's had all three Schnee's. The full row, mother and daughters."
She couldn't really believe that, raising a delicate eyebrow, looking down at her daughter, though really there was very small chances that her daughter would've ever gotten Jaune into bed with her. Her oldest daughter produced her Scroll, unlocking it with a swipe of the fingers.
The picture Winter showed on her Scroll wasn't something that she could refute. That most certainly was Jaune. As was Winter, given that she had the picture on her Scroll. Winter had sex with Jaune.
'I...'
She noticed more details. The restraints that'd been fastened to the bed, clumsily, she might add. Winter probably never had to do the knots that she'd learned when she was younger. A slide to the side and a selfie-picture of Winter and the turgid tower of tumescent titillation appeared. Her daughter looked proud.
"Did you rape him, Winter?"
Her surprise showed in her voice, as well as the muted horror. Her daughter, ever so proud, merely looked at her with a look of mutual disgust.
"He was there and I did it, mother. Just like you did. It was easy."
She kept her expression very carefully schooled, the dash of jealousy of this uppity daughter of hers doing what she wanted, as she glanced at Weiss, watching the expression of tense nervousness on her daughter's face. Another picture, a sexy one that wouldn't look too out of place in a pinup collection with 'Hey there daddy' was on the next. It had been sent to the number that she faintly recognized as Jaune's, having known it by heart now.
'At least you've got a guy who you like who isn't the one that your older sister fucked...'
This was a mess. Winter had just straight-up raped the guy...
'I knew I should've just bent her over my kn-'
The last picture came to mind. A feeling of dread settled in her stomach. No, her daughter could not have been so stupid as to...
"Did you at least use a condom, Winter Schnee?"
Her voice was angry and laden with a frustrated emotion, as her eyes bored into her daughter's. The widening of the eyes showed that her eldest daughter had not.
'Oh by the gods...'
Her oldest daughter was probably now already pregnant by the guy. She'd seen the family register. Seven sisters! One shot into a pool and he'd probably cause a birth wave of blonde children in nine months...
'No, that won't happen...'
"We're going to a clinic to see whether we can do something about the child. You're not having a baby whilst hopped up on caffeine and whatever you use to keep awake during the night. You will keep the child, Winter."
She would make sure that Winter got whatever she needed. She would be the mother that would crack down hard on her daughter's ways. It was just as lucky that Sienna and Jaune both were clean. A venereal disease would really make her daughter's day even worse.
"Bu-"
She fixed her daughter with her most serious glare. Winter quivered. She didn't like to glare at her daughter like this, but Winter had done something seriously wrong. This was a nightmare, a scandal. She would have expected this from Weiss, but from Winter?
"No buts, Winter. That you were allowed to leave for the military did not mean that you were allowed to neglect safety during sex. I don't know what sort of stuff you have been doing in the military and I most certainly do not care to know what you have done with other men, but this ends now. You're not having that young man's baby whilst serving in the military forces of Atlas."
Her daughter looked uncertain, and Willow just knew that it was no doubt because she'd done this in a flare-up of emotions. She would need to have a strict chat with General Ironwood about this. And to... grovel.
"Go back to your sister. She would like to see you, perhaps talk a bit. Come on, off you go. Mother is going to take care of your mess, like she always does."
'For the love of...'
She would have to pull her oldest daughter's ass out of the fire now... But it was all for the right cause. The speed-dial to General Ironwood was easily done, as Willow Schnee looked at the man, whose face showed that clear look of Atlas First and Damn the Rest.
"General Ironwood, I am requesting that my eldest daughter, Specialist Winter Schnee be put on administrative leave indefinitely, until a situation has been cleared up, shall we say?"
The man's face was barely expressive as he looked at her, and her gaze went to her eldest daughter, who seemed to strike up a conversation with her youngest. No sign of Jacques yet... which wasn't boding very well for the three of them.
"On what grounds, Miss Schnee? I would assume that with the lawsuit you just levelled against us that you would not wish to... engage in such a forceful measure."
She firmed her features. This was definitely not a conversation that she'd like to have with the man. But her daughter had done something stupid, so she would have to be the responsible one.
"She sexually assaulted a young man and got pregnant by him, considering that she forgot to take contraceptive measures. Please ensure that there is some... tact. The Schnee Dust Company is willing to make a sizeable donation in order to ensure that the pride of Atlas grows with superior armaments."
There was a pinched tone to her voice as she looked at the man, his expression showing surprise for once.
'Gee, I bet you didn't expect that, did you?'
She didn't either. Gods, Sienna was going to freak. She'd have to run damage control because Sienna might just tear her daughter apart if she found out that Winter Schnee had raped her boyfriend/partner.
Gods knew that Sienna Khan was a savage Faunus woman who did not shy away from making strict declarations.
"I-Ah?"
The general seemed to have a problem with articulating and looked really uncomfortable all of a sudden, undoubtedly due to whatever was going on around him, as someone hissed in the background.
"SO SHE DID DO THAT?! THAT SNIDE CUNT!"
A darker-skinned woman wearing a hood and having her hair cut short appeared in the view.
"She marked him as Schnee property! Kick that bitch's ass for me! Nobody touches that Arc booty without my permission!"
The general looked at her with a grave look, as he sighed heavily. "Are you absolutely sure, Miss Schnee?" Her facial features were like ice as she nodded.
"Considering that she has a picture on her Scroll of him restrained, I most definitely would not be surprised if she speaks the truth. My daughter does not lie easily. Neither does a selfie with her face close to the young man's engorged penis lie much about what must have happened, as much as I wish it were different."
The man's face turned stony, as he worked something into some terminal, and looked at something. Undoubtedly the man had some sort of verification of the facts handed to him on the terminal, if it was to be so.
"That is indeed an image on Specialist Schnee's device..."
She grimaced. Someone in the background shouted something about coming to take some frozen cunt's head. A loud smacking sound of something hitting the ground and another tirade from another woman who was saying something about 'keeping legs shut for stupid students'.
This was a mess.
"I will be taking my daughter to a clinic. Ensure that things are handled sufficiently and with tact, General Ironwood, and I will be thankful. Administrative leave, if you must keep her as an aide, do ensure that it is phrased respectfully."
She would be a mother that her daughters and her grandchildren could be proud of eventually. If Jacques wasn't worth the vows he had made, she would at least keep to them.
She joined her daughters, Winter looking a little demure as Weiss and her seemed to be having half of a discussion, Winter's eyes looking at her with a barely perceivable fear in them. She just glared at her daughter, upset still.
'Getting pregnant from the guy I love... Gods, this is a mess. I'd better crawl through the dust in order to get him to even look at me again...'
"Winter, you're joining us at the spa. This is non-negotiable. I have already seen to your schedule being cleared. General Ironwood will likely place you on administrative leave."
There was no room for arguments in her voice, as her daughter merely nodded. Weiss looked happy at that, but Willow knew better. Winter was undoubtedly regretting it.
'Well, you didn't regret it when you touched that young man, did you? Did you just gag him and had him put a baby in you? Gods, I don't even know how I can bear to face him after what you've done!'
"Mother, I-"
She gave Winter another full glare. Her eldest daughter shrank back. All that courage and brash bravado shrank back under her righteous fury. She was not pleased and her eldest child would know it.
"I would have expected something like that from your father, Winter. He would congratulate you and then inquire when the best date for your wedding would be."
She was still restrained, as Weiss looked at her older sister, Willow watching her daughter for any minute hints.
"You're marrying Ruby's uncle?"
A look of disgust came to both Willow and Winter's face. The man was odious and ill-suited for a Schnee. It was Winter who spoke.
"No. Gods, the man is a menace. No, I... I might have made a serious mistake."
That was putting it lightly. She'd committed so many criminal offences that it was still a lucky thing that she had her mother around.
"A serious mistake that you will apologize to the young man for, right?"
Winter looked at her and trembled a little. Weiss looked unsure, not sure what she was witnessing. Winter's eyes firmed and she tilted her head, chin raised arrogantly.
"I have nothing to apologize for, Mother! I didn't do anything wrong!"
It was a soft rage that settled into her heart as she looked at her daughter. The look in her eyes scared both of her daughters as she looked her eldest dead in the eyes, her lips a very thin line. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then exhaled slowly. She would have to clean things up. She'd have to make sure that Winter got the best care that she needed. She'd obviously gone wrong somewhere.
"Mother, I'm sure that whatever Winter did, it is not something that is unforgivable."
She looked at her daughter and was about to give a rebuttal to that, that 'raping someone her age and probably getting court-martialled for that' is something that would count as unforgivable, including 'attempting to get pregnant BY said guy', but her husband appeared without much pomp and grandeur, his expression relaxed and in that Jacques mode of calm comfort. That shut down any rebuttal in its infancy.
'What're you so smug about, Jackass?'
"Ah, you're all here. Great, great."
She had the sinking suspicion that this was not great for them. Her husband looked entirely too optimistic for his doing, though neither of her daughters would notice it. They didn't know her husband as she did, neither really spending the most time with their father.
A Dust-powered craft touched down, the SDC logo boldly on the sides. Willow guessed that it must be some special delegation from Atlas that had her husband amused, but she would reserve her judgement.
The first person to disembark was dressed in a tailored outfit, the hair standing as smoothly combed as always, despite the wind ruffling it a moment later. Whitley, her youngest child and only son, strode down the ramp, followed by an older man who wore something that'd been made by Cordin Aventerra, one of the main designers for Atlas' upper class.
'What's your plan with Whitley here...'
"Mother, sisters... Father. I have arrived."
The coolness of her son's voice was much like his father's, though he held himself differently, with that more humane touch of rough industrialism that his grandfather had held.
"Mister Schnee, Mrs Schnee, Winter, Weiss... It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
The man behind her son spoke up and she could see a faint amused look flit over her husband's face. She thought the man looked a little familiar, perhaps a slight hint in the features that was familiar from upper-class Atlesian society.
"A pleasure to see you, it was a bit of a hasty arrangement, was it not?"
The man looked at her husband as if he'd just heard something funny, laughing for a moment.
"Of course not, it would have been a shame if she had not been wed off before her twentieth. You know the expiration date on most women, Mister Schnee."
The man looked at her youngest daughter, who looked uncertain of where this direction was to go.
'You really did it, Jacques...'
"Meet your new fiancé, Weiss. This silliness about becoming a Huntress has to stop, it is no place for a young lady of your standing."
She caught Weiss before she fully collapsed in a dead faint, whilst her husband gave an apology about the fragile nerves of his youngest daughter. She held her daughter up, sighing deeply.
'First a pregnant rapist as an eldest daughter, and now my youngest married off to a guy who could be her father...'
Today was not a great day to be Willow Schnee.
Ah, Jacques Schnee... I'm pretty sure that you're hated by more people than the in-universe crowd in Dance of Tigers. Well, this is the last chapter of The dance of Tigers for 2019. See you in the next year, people!
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