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Chapter 25: War, what is it good for?
Smirking to myself, I end the call with Ashe. Unsurprisingly, she is still rather... obstinate, she's simply used to being in charge, and her newfound subservience doesn't suit her pride very well.
Which is why she can stew in her cell for a few days, and I'll see if she is any more... obedient then.
Still, there's something that I am very... interested in, and I have time before I'm due back at 'work' tomorrow. Ironwood has been very careful not to make it seem like he is ordering me to do anything, likely realising I'd be back in Vale before he finished his sentence.
So, while I'm lurking around the Schnee Manor, there's something I want to investigate.
- Whitley -
Thrusting into his slave, he lost himself to the pleasure and the power of having an older woman submit to him, so focused on his task he didn't hear the approaching footsteps, even with their owner walking so heavily.
What he did hear was the door bursting open, causing him to yelp in surprise, jumping back and falling of the bed with a heavy thud making him groan as he looked up into the grinning face of his half-brother.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the maid trying to cover herself quickly, her clothes at the other side of the room as Shiro looked over her and him with amusement.
"I gotta say, Whitley... I kinda thought you were a boring brat." Shiro admitted as Whitley grabbed a pillow to cover himself with. "But this? Blackmailing a maid to be your sex toy? Really?"
"It's not... how do you know it's blackmail?" Whitley asked despite himself.
"Hmm, she looks disgusted at the very idea of letting you touch her, and while you could be paying her for it, there's bitterness and anger in her eyes as well... Oh, and I just hacked into your scroll and found the folder you so brilliantly labelled... blackmail material. Really, dude? Is this your first blackmailing? The video is years old, and you still haven't gotten the hang of this?" Shiro mocked with a grin. "Clearly I get all my skill from Mother, as you sure as fuck take after Jackie Boy or whatever his name was." Shiro said dismissively.
"I... are you going to tell Mother?" Whitley asked, staring at the casually smirking older teen.
"Dude... you really think she doesn't already know? But, even if you're bad at this, I have to say... I'm impressed. It's a poor attempt, but an attempt all the same, and that proves you are far more interesting than I thought. So impressed, in fact, I'm going to help you out... meet me in the basement in ten minutes, and bring your slave." Shiro said, giving him a wave as he walked away.
As the door closed, he turned to the maid, thinking. Did he really have a choice here?
Ten minutes later, he admitted that no, he did not and as he walked down into the basement, his maid following behind him reluctantly.
Entering the storage area, his eyes widened as he looked around it in shock and confusion.
Sure, he hadn't come down here often but... he was pretty sure it didn't have so many sex toys last time.
Setting his eyes on Shiro, they widened in shock at the sight of his mother staring him down with a cold gaze.
"Whitley, come in, come in." Shiro said easily, smiling with no care for the uncomfortable air filling the room. "You as well, Camille." he said, making Camille, his maid, jump in shock.
"H-hello Mother." Whitley said hesitantly, watching Camille pale under Willow's icy glare.
"Whitley, Thief." Willow replied, her tone stone cold.
"So, you, Whitley, have failed to train your slave. Don't feel bad, being a Master isn't for everyone... but that's why I have decided to give you a helping hand." Shiro said with a smirk.
The idea of Shiro with Camille made him clench his fists, something that Shiro easily picked up, laughing again.
"Dude, I fuck girls who put supermodels to shame... daily. I don't need to steal your girl." Shiro pointed out after a moment. "Firstly, Camille. Strip." Shiro ordered, making them all turn to her, her eyes widening in shock. "Was I not clear? Do you actually think you have a choice in the matter? Let me enlighten you, Camille Adams, wife of Slate Adams and mother of Coral, Coal and Moss Adams. You stole from a family that has Atlas by the balls. The Schnee Dust powers... everything, and that means if they have to choose between a stupid thief or their supplier, they'll throw you and your family into a pack of Grimm without a second thought. I could get your husband fired from his job, and all three of your kids dropped from their schools without even leaving this room. So go ahead, run away... there will be Atlesian officers waiting for you at home long before you get there, and you'll spend the rest of your life trapped in a prison for the worst of the worst, getting raped by thugs every time you leave your cell. Or... you can do as you are fucking told." Shiro said coldly, glaring at Camille as she grew paler and paler, her hands quickly coming to her uniform as she glanced at Willow.
"Don't look to me for help, I hired you to clean up... not to help yourself to my mother's jewellery. The only reason you haven't had an unfortunate accident is that I decided that having Whitley inside you was punishment enough." Willow said calmly, making them both flinch as Camille pulled at her clothes slowly, letting them pile up at her feet.
Down to just her plain underwear, she hesitated before a single cold look from Shiro had her practically tear her bra off, her panties down to her ankles in seconds. Normally she delayed for minutes when he made her strip.
"Hm, plain." Shiro said simply as he looked her over. "You see? You can't just keep on using the video as a threat. It loses its effectiveness, and that's why she's so... disrespectful. She's the slave, and yet you were doing all the work, she should have been hard at work bringing you pleasure... not just laying there like a dead fish. If you wanted that, get married. I'm sure there's plenty of noble women who would give their left tit to marry into the Schnee family, they'd be better looking and probably just as unenthusiastic." Shiro said, making him pause. "Hell, you might even find one willing to put some effort into pretending that she wants you for anything other than your money."
"...I'll take that under advisement." Whitley said calmly, well aware that Shiro was their mothers favourite... and that nothing good would come of arguing with him.
"Moving on... allow me to demonstrate why I don't care about your plain maid. Willow, Strip." Shiro ordered casually, his mother not even hesitating as she quickly removed her dress, revealing the flawless pale skin beneath it as she let it fall to the floor, already braless as her large breasts bounced free enticingly, milky white with small pink nipples... even without the bra, they remained perky despite their size.
Hooking her fingers into her white thong, she pulled it down slowly, not out of hesitation but to arouse Shiro, who she never broke eye contact with as she revealed her pretty pink pussy, hairless unlike Camille's, who had a small brown bush.
With her hands behind her back, she stood tall and unashamed even as he gawked at the sight of his mother, first a drunken mess and then a cold bitch became the perfect slave without hesitation.
Reaching into his white jacket, Shiro pulled out something thin and white and held it towards their mother with a smile.
"Put it on." he ordered, watching her take it as he got a better look at the luxurious white collar, a platinum strip on it with the words 'Property of Shiro Eis' engraved on it.
It was... utterly over the top, and even still his mother took it with a smile, attaching it around her neck.
"Good girl. Now kneel." Shiro ordered finally, watching as she dropped to her knees before him, staring up at him without a word as he stroked her hair gently. "This is what a true slave looks like, Willow would do anything for me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Sir... I would never let Whitley, or any other man, see me naked if you hadn't ordered me to..." Willow admitted, her voice soft and submissive.
Despite himself, he couldn't help the growing respect he had for his brother... he clearly wasn't new to this, and he probably had more than just their mother under his domination...
"True, enjoy it while it lasts Whitley, my slaves are of a far higher... quality than your own, you may look... try and touch, and I'll remove your limbs. I don't share." Shiro said calmly, stroking Willow's hair. "Wait here until I call for you." Shiro said, getting an immediate nod from her. "Now, Whitley, has Camille ever been disobedient?"
"Err... I mean, Yes. She tries to put off letting me do anything with her, and she's tried to get transfer to somewhere away from me." Whitley admitted, feeling a growing shame at his inability to control a dumb maid. "I... umm, spanked her, then forced her to let me-"
"Okay, I can already see the problem. 'Let you'? Whitley, you're her master. She shouldn't 'Let' you do anything, she is yours now, reluctantly and rebellious as she might be, and her body is yours as well. If you tell her to drop to her knees and start sucking, she must do it, if you want to bend her over, do it. Remember that." Shiro scolded, making his face heat up slightly in embarrassment. "Secondly, spanking? No offence Whitley, but you're a midget with no muscles. I doubt she even felt it, hell she probably preferred it to being fucked." Shiro pointed out, making him glance at her, catching a hint of surprise that she quickly tried to hide.
...how many times had he put off sex so he could try and punish her? How long had she been making a fool of him? Shiro was right, he was a Schnee... and she was just some nobody that wouldn't even be missed.
Glaring at her, he turned back to his brother.
"So, Brother... how do I punish her?" Whitley asked, making Shiro smile proudly. As he felt himself grown embarrassed once more, he quickly realised the reason... when was the last time one of his family had been proud of him?
"Camille, move to the stockade." Shiro ordered, giving her a stare when she failed to move. "Very well." he said, pulling out his scroll and tapping a few times. "Your son, Coal, is about to be picked up by the Atlesian law enforcement over a few... misdemeanours, vandalism, trespassing, underage drinking, etcetera, etcetera." Shiro said easily making both their eyes widen, Willow simply smirking proudly.
"But- Coal would never-" Camille started before Shiro held up his hand.
"You will speak only when asked a question, Be silent. And yes, Coal is innocent of the crimes he is being accused off. He'll be held for an hour or two before your husband picks him up and it is all waved away as a case of mistaken identity... if you learn to start behaving. If not? Well, I've heard some interesting things about the Atlesian juvenile prisons. Now, the stockade?" Shiro prompted, laughing out loud as she rushed over, placing her head and hands in position so he could close it. "Remember Whitley, everyone has a weakness, and family is a common one. You have reach and power as a Schnee, don't be afraid to flex it every now and then, to make sure people don't forget it. Now, you asked how to punish her? You are weak, but that is what tools are for. Look over the selection I had brought from my playroom in Vale, find one that suits you. I'm a riding crop kinda guy myself, and whips can take a bit of practice, but the studded paddle is a good choice for a beginner." Shiro advised easily as he walked up to her, crouching in front of her.
Looking at the paddle Shiro mentioned, he took in the small metal studs covering the black leather with wide eyes, taking it in his hand and giving it a test swing, enjoying the weight behind it.
"Now, Camille... let's give your husband a call, he has a bit before he hears about your son's arrest. You are going to make up an excuse to stay here overnight, or don't... if you want to tell him you are going to spend the night getting fucked, go ahead." Shiro said, holding up her scroll as he eyes widened, the call already started.
"H-honey?" Camille started, the reply too quiet for him to hear. "I'm fine, I just wanted to let you know that I need to work late tonight, there was... an accident, in the storage room."
As she spoke, Shiro looked right at him with a smirk, nodding as his eyes widened, moving to the pale ass right in front of him, her best feature truly.
"Yeah, a lot of wine bottle got brok-EN!" Camille shouted as the paddle came down on her ass, sending an arousing jiggle across the reddening flesh. "S-Sorry... I cut my finger on one of the pieces. I just thought I'd let you know that I won't be home tonight, no I'll sleep in the servants quarters. Yes, I... I love you too." Camille said, her voice cracking as he reared back. "I'll sEEeee you tomorrow, goodbye." she said quickly, making Shiro laugh as he ended the call.
"There we go! And like that, you have here all night... and all tomorrow since she has work tomorrow morning. Now, I don't want to hinder your creativity by guiding you through every step... and I'm horny. So I'm taking Willow, and I'm going to fuck her like a one lien whore on her office desk." Shiro said bluntly, making his eyes widen as he glanced at his mother, taking in the clear pleasure on her face. "Now, I will say this... if you want her to be more enthusiastic about pleasuring you... make the alternative far worse. Good luck, Lil Bro... I'm sure you can handle Camille here. Oh, and remember to take pictures to show her husband if she starts to waver in her obedience." Shiro said, giving him a wave as he walked away, Willow... crawling on all fours behind him, her head held high.
As they left, he turned back to the restrained thief in front of him, scowling. "M-Master Whitley? We can... we can have sex now, I-I'll suck you off as well... you always like that?" Camille offered weakly as he paused, remembering Shiro's words, jumping slightly as his scroll vibrated.
Opening it up, his eyes furrowed in confusion at the new app installed on his home screen... a smirking face with two familiar blue eyes staring at him.
'Just a gift, Lil Bro. Use it subtlety, it's more powerful when people don't know it exists.'
Clicking onto it, his smile grew as it opened to a police report, with the name Coal Adams on it. It took him only a couple seconds to realise what it meant.
"We will have sex, and you will be sucking me off... with a lot more enthusiasm than the half-hearted attempts you usually do. Your opinion doesn't matter, not unless you want your precious Coal to find himself sharing a cell with a psychopath." Whitley said calmly, feeling more in control than ever before as she whimpered. "But first... were you not told to stay silent? I do believe you require some... punishment."
- Shiro -
It's so cute watching him try.
Honestly, I've always wanted a Mini-Me, and Whitley has already taken the first steps, so I think me and him could get along great.
I had considered genderbending him and getting another sister for the Schnee Collection, but really? He'd just look like a younger Willow or Weiss, and I could age them down easily enough.
And his maid was just so... plain? She wasn't ugly, but would I prefer to fuck a plain maid, or would I prefer to defile Jacques Schnee's desk and memory by fucking his beautiful wife on top of it?
"F-Fuck! Harder, ruin me... break this fucking desk!"
I didn't have to think about it too hard.
So, I decided to test Whitley. If he passes, then I will let him keep his maid and his manhood (small though it may be), and if he fails? Well, I might let him keep his manhood anyway, just not his anal virginity.
And as for his maid? I don't know, I'll have her killed off for stealing from mom or something. What's hers is mine, and what's mine isn't being fucking stolen.
- Next Day -
Sitting in the bullhead, I ignore the staring of Harriet, who definitely knows I fucked my mother last night.
She's always lurking around to protect me, and I don't see why I should hide what I am doing. The more she sees, the less she looks after all.
Except, of course... when I should. In which case I just have her follow around a hard-light hologram (with a scent emitter) for a while.
Best Hunters in Atlas... that's the Special Operatives. Fucking idiots.
Focusing instead on what babe has sent me, I start the video with... some caution. It's not that I don't trust Neo, but an unmarked video from her could be her naked, her and another girl naked, someone being tortured to death, porn of a horse Faunus woman and an actual horse, just her looking smugly at the camera, videos of Jaune being used as a punching- being trained.
As it starts, I frown at the sight of a reporter. Last time she sent me a news report, it was to make sure I knew she was responsible for the murders it was reporting on.
'In a rather peculiar turn of events, nefarious criminal mastermind Roman Torchwick has been seen standing outside the Mistralian Police Station, loudly laughing and making rude gestures at the police officers. Reports claim that he was recently pardoned for classified reasons, but one has to wonder who seriously he is taking his second chance. Roman had this to say. "Hahahahahaha, I'm untouchable! *BEEP* all of you!" Back to you, Lisa.'
'The Dumbass is enjoying retirement, gonna take a flight over to Mistral to steal his hat and cane, the old man doesn't need them any more, I'll leave him a walking stick. The club is fine, twins have it handled. Tsundere Twin says come back and fuck her soon, well not those exact words but it's what she meant, Other Twin wants to ride the Shiro express soon. Jinx and Jinx blew up the garage trying to make a tank, but it was protected enough that no-one heard. Training a new pet, surprise for when you get back. Love you Neo xxx'
Aww...
She's so sweet. Really, people misunderstand Neo, she really is a sweetheart when she's happy, and keeping her happy isn't even that hard.
Sending her a reply, I lean back and close my eyes. Fucking Bullheads are so slow. My suit (which is currently being fabricated in my secret lab) will be so much faster...
Not to mention, fucking teleportation. Why are we moving around in these hunks of junk?
Ugh. Barbarians.
- Soon -
I am a genius, that is unmistakable.
No one can argue that fact, no matter what their opinions on my personality or actions, from my most loyal followers to my worst enemies, none can deny my intelligence.
"A security breach?" I ask, masking my true emotions easily with the little help of my implants.
"Indeed, General Ironwood's Scroll was breached, and he requested that I start checking all the Atlesian systems, and unfortunately... most of them are being accessed by someone who certainly shouldn't have access to them. We've known Talon had a hacker for a while, but we have been underestimating them dearly." Pietro warns as he looks over the computer screen.
Sombra's handiwork. She's good, but it's not surprising she got caught eventually. She gets arrogant and makes moves that are simply too noticeable.
"And this?" I ask, gesturing to the still form of Penny on the bed.
"The breach made me paranoid, so I started checking everything... and someone has added some extra code into her programming. It is lying dormant at the moment, but at any moment the hacker could activate it and turn Penny into a mindless slave." Pietro growls with a deep scowl.
But me? I got caught?
It's- It's fine. I covered my tracks, there is nothing in there that could lead him back to me.
"A sleeper agent then? Maybe an assassin? Penny has access to you and General Ironwood after all." I point out, making him nod after a moment.
"James would let his guard down around her, and I certainly couldn't fight her off." Pietro admitted.
Pietro... is a greater genius than I realised. I'd assumed he was simply a dumber, more restricted me... but now? He just might be able to match my mind with his own.
I might not be the smartest person in Remnant.
And that is utterly unacceptable.
Time to get to work fixing that.
Even as he speaks, my mind gets to work making a plan. I've made some new friends after all, why not put them to good use?
Have you ever even heard of subtlety?
Oh, Shut up.
"Can you check over the code for the Knights Network, we need to make sure that the Atlesian military isn't in danger of being taken over... and I need to focus on this." Pietro asks, giving Penny's unmoving body a worried glance.
"...of course." I say, giving him a pat on the back.
Why wouldn't I accept his last request, after all?
- Doomfist -
Sitting in his office, he stared at his ringing scroll with a slight frown. He gave his number to few, and those who had it knew to wait for him to call them.
After a moment passed, he answered it calmly.
"About time, Akande. And here I thought you were planning on sending me to voice mail." An angry voice said immediately, making his eyebrow raise in amusement. Young, Arrogant, Impatient. There were very few willing to speak to him so bluntly. Even fewer who would call him by his first name.
"Shiro Eis, I won't bother asking how you got my number." Akande replied easily, Sombra pulled something similar when she first joined. It was probably a hacker thing, a need to show off that the two arrogant hackers shared. "I take it this isn't a personal call?"
"No, it isn't. I'm in a bad mood, so I'll skip right to the point. Talon is on the downfall." Shiro said confidently, making his eyes narrow, his grip on his scroll becoming just a bit tighter. "You've suffered defeat after defeat, all your attempts to plunge the world into a new conflict have failed. Atlas is too strong, and it's protection of Vale and Mistral have kept them safe and lazy. Vacuo has grown just as strong as Atlas as well... and Swain isn't going to keep funding you with your repeated failure to weaken Atlas like he wanted." Shiro explained, making him pause, before he leaned back with a growing smile.
His connection to Vacou was something he had kept hidden from almost all of his organisation.
Shiro was proving to be very... interesting. He couldn't refute anything the young genius was saying, but how many would all but call him a failure, even over the phone.
"And you accepted our offer to join regardless." Akande pointed out.
"I don't join losing sides, and your group has potential. Chaos is... opportunity, and while I don't care about helping the people of Remnant grow stronger like you do, I can certainly profit from your success. But to do that... I need you to actually succeed first." Shiro said imperiously. "Which is where I come in. Tell me, Akande... how would you like to start a war?"
"...I'm listening." Akande said, sitting up straighter.
As the youth spoke, he felt his own smile growing wider.
- Shiro -
Having set into motion events that will result in countless deaths, I smile to myself and set off for my next task.
I did find Sombra's backdoor into the Atlesian machine armies, and I neutralised them (sending her a mocking message apologising). So I'm... taking a break, and after a brief chat with Moira over lunch, I decided to find my new target.
I have time to kill while my drones deliver some... additional aid to Talon, then for Talon to actually put them to good use, and I need an alibi for when it all goes down.
Of course, my helpful assistant Harriet is going to be the one to report that I haven't done anything suspicious, how could I? She's not taken her eyes off me all day. It's ironic that Ironwood's attempts to keep an eye on me (in the name of my safety of course) have backfired so hilariously.
He's given me an alibi for anything I do, as Harriet just isn't smart enough to realise that she's missing so much. I can make scroll calls in my head with a thought after all.
I should consider making an android of myself, for the future. But I have other machines I want to make first, they take priority for now.
Heading into the lab without bothering to knock, I smirk as the woman inside doesn't even look up from her work.
"Not happy to see me, Satya?" I ask as I move behind her, looking at the miniature teleporter she is tinkering with, the beautiful caramel skinned girl not even glancing back at me.
"Shiro. I was pleased to hear that you survived your kidnapping unscathed, I would have been displeased for a prime potential source of genetic material to have passed away." Satya replied evenly.
"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." I say wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder.
Well, actually the sweetest thing anyone ever said... well, not said, wrote, was from Neo. Her exact words were 'You look so sexy covered in blood... why aren't you inside me yet?' She's such a romantic.
I think it was her blood... might have been mine. Could have been someone else's, our games get carried away sometimes.
"Hm." Satya said, uninterested in conversing even as my hands started to wander, moving up to cup her covered breasts.
"Anyway, I was thinking more about your offer... and I've come to a conclusion." I admit, finally getting her attention.
"Oh?" Satya asks calmly, looking back at me as I gently grope her breasts with a smile, looking into her blank face.
"I realised that you were right. I'm a genius, you're a genius, really we'd be doing the next generation a grave insult if we didn't make sure our children were a part of it." I say, finally getting a reaction as a satisfied smile grows on her face.
"Excellent, I am glad you saw the benefits an arrangement between us could bring." Satya says calmly. "Do you have any demands or requirements?"
"Firstly, I'm a manwhore. I fuck around, a lot. I'm also the jealous type, which makes me a hypocrite but I don't care." I say easily.
"You are too lustful anyway, having mistresses and other sources of relief will be to both our benefit." Satya says, her lips quirking slightly. "I have no interest in romance, dalliances or the pleasures of the flesh, I have no problems remained loyal." she agrees.
"Wonderful, I do love that logical outlook you have on life." I admit as I slide a hand down her back, pulling her dress up higher and higher.
It's not that she doesn't know, she blatantly glances down at where I am slowly exposing her long light brown legs before she looks back up at me.
"It is the most efficient mindset, I take it you desire sex to seal our agreement?" Satya asks in the same tone she'd ask about the weather with... if she didn't hate small talk.
"Is that a problem?" I ask as I finally pull her blue dress passed her deliciously curvy rump, unsurprisingly covered by a boring pair of sports panties.
The most efficient and logical underwear, I suppose.
"Do you require my active participation, or can I continue with my work? I believe I have worked out your teleportation device, and wish to make a more large scale version for logistical purposes." Satya explains, a hint of excitement in her tone. "Also, I am not in my peak fertile state, so insemination is unlikely. Personally, I would prefer to wait until I am in my late twenties before we begin breeding the next generation of geniuses."
Looking over her device, I have to admit I am impressed. She's right, she had worked it out... more or less. It's far more energy-intensive than mine, and I'm pretty sure it will have a far smaller range, only allowing movement around a single kingdom instead of Remnant-wide, but it should work.
"Hm, well... I'd hate to interrupt your work. Feel free to ignore me, fiancée." I say with a smile as I slice at her panties with my fingernail... with I may have replaced with an almost identical one that can become as sharp as any sword.
Look, I like to tinker, alright? It was a legitimate test of my nano-machines, since I needed to see if I could control them, and what is a single finger in the name of progress?
It did occur to me afterwards that I didn't actually need to remove my finger, and I could have just removed my fingernail instead, but at that point Neo had taken my finger somewhere, and I was afraid to see what she wanted it for.
So I have a nano-tech finger.
Honestly, it's so useful sometimes I've considered just going for a full hand... or maybe an arm? The Game says that it counts the tech as part of Gamers Body and it did change my race to Cybernetically Enhanced Human (Aura), so there is little problem in replacing my barely useful human parts for superior technology.
Lining myself up with her virginal brown slit, I smirk at her utter lack of reaction, even as the tip of my shaft starts to push against her, spreading her lower lips apart.
Or, lack of reaction isn't the right word... her legs spread slightly and her pussy starts to dampen... but Satya doesn't even look back at me as she goes back to work.
It takes a special kind of girl to care more about her project than her imminent loss of virginity. I think that's why I feel drawn to her. I know other scientists, like Moira, but even amongst them, Satya's mindset is utterly unique.
I love Neo for her smug insanity, Willow for her utter subservience and adoration of me, I like Cinder's pure hunger and ambition, but I need a partner who can understand my more... intellectual side.
Satya is a true intellectual, and convincing someone so focused on order of the benefits of me ruling the world won't be hard when I can prove my words aren't just idle boasting.
Thrusting forwards, I bury myself inside her with a smile, enjoying the quiet gasp that leaves her mouth, even as she ignores me, her mind is focused but her body willing and eager.
Her cunt is as tight as I expected, a girl like Satya has little care for pleasure and masturbating is a waste of her time. I'm the first thing to be inside her, no fingers or toys, and as I start to move, she clenches down on me.
Her body tells far more than her blank expression, the way she quivers slightly as I pump into her wet and willing slit gives away more than she realises, and as I slip my hand beneath her dress, I smirk at the hardness of her pebble-sized nipple.
This is going to be fun...
- Harriet -
Again.
He just didn't fucking stop.
His mother, his older sister, probably his younger sister as well, Specialist Camille and now the weird scientist.
Standing outside the room she sighed to herself in annoyance. He hadn't even bothered trying to close the door properly, a crack giving her a glimpse of the depravity inside.
She was supposed to seduce him. That was her orders.
That would be easy, if she even hinted at being interested she'd probably be fucked by the time she got through the sentence, but how the hell was she supposed to separate herself from all the other fuck-buddies and lovers he had?
Camille's mocking smile gnawed at her pride, perhaps even more so than the way she was being whored out by the General. There was a rivalry between the Specialists and the Ace Operatives, as Specialists weren't hunters and saw themselves as better than mere hunters, and the Ace Operatives saw the Specialists as a bunch of arrogant assholes.
The fact that they lost two of their numbers had made many Specialists rather... smug. Not that Winter Schnee, Ironwood's own pet Specialist, did any better against Talon.
Anything Camille could do... she could do better, and the iron bitch had no right to look down on her... so why hadn't she done it yet? Why hadn't Elm?
They weren't trained for this... she was trained to kill Grimm and human threats to Atlas, she didn't have seduction training, and she would have laughed in the face of anyone who suggested she needed it... right before she punched them in the face.
Sighing to herself, she glanced back at the open gap, only seeing Shiro's back.
New question... why did she wish she had a better angle?
Ugh, his perversion was contagious.
- Satya (Symmetra) -
She didn't understand why people loved sex so much.
It was messy, time-consuming, and led to countless problems, and yet people sought it so much they would destroy relationships they had been in for decades for some, and men would trade wealth for the momentary enjoyment of being inside a woman.
Rape she understood even less, why risk losing your entire life for a moment of pleasure? Were they so short-sighted as to prioritise a burst of pleasure over their long term happiness?
She had no interest in it, even as she felt her body go through its natural biological reaction, building pleasure moving her towards her climax, but it was enjoyable? It wasn't unpleasant, even if she disliked the way it distracted her from her work slightly, and the way his thrusts jolted her body forwards, knocking her hands as she tried to assemble her first working model.
Sighing, she stood up fully and pushed him away.
"A moment, please." Satya said as she pulled her dress off and tossed it aside, her sports bra quickly joining it.
Sitting on the edge of the desk, she spread her legs and stared at him.
"I cannot work with you thrusting into me, it makes it hard to build... I believe the sight of my breasts will speed up your own climax, please- Hmm, please fuck me?" Satya asked, remembering something she heard about dirty talk as he grinned at her.
Shrugging his shirt off, he moved between her spread legs and quickly pushed back into her.
Smirking at her, I captured her lips easily as she tilted her head by 22 degrees to give him easier access, his hands on her breasts, caressing and toying with the soft flesh.
The slightest gasp left her mouth as he sheathed his manhood inside her fully, and a look of smug pride appeared on his face as she rolled her eyes.
How illogical.
Shiro's genius was undeniable, but his hedonistic lifestyle limited his growth, more interested in spending time having fun than actually improving himself. The fact that he was still smarter than her told her that she had made the right choice in picking him as the father of her children.
With the proper upbringing, their children could have his intelligence and her mindset, a perfect combination.
The real reason she wanted to wait before they bred was simple, she was certain that he was growing in both intelligence and power. All her observations lead to that conclusion, and as such she wanted to ensure she was impregnated by him at his prime, and she should be able to continue having children through her late twenties and thirties if she kept herself in prime condition.
Spotting the eyes of the specialist whose name she never bothered to learn through the crack in the door, she locked her own with them for a moment, before she turned away.
The eyes vanished quickly, but why would she care if she was seen? Sexual reproduction was simply a part of almost every form of life, and nudity was irrelevant.
"Damn, you're tight." Shiro growled slightly, his lips moving to her neck.
"Naturally, I was a virgin, and I keep myself in shape." Satya agreed easily, many scientists disregarded the importance of physical conditioning, but by maintaining her condition through exercise and a careful, balanced diet she could extend her life expectancy by close to a decade.
She had written life-extending medication off as something that would come too late for her... but she had done the same for personal teleportation. Perhaps she should suggest to Shiro to turn his genius to biology?
No, not yet. Scientists were prideful, they tended to dislike people trying to direct them. She would wait until further down the line, when they were married before she made any suggestions. Shiro seemed to prideful to willingly grow old regardless, his mind would turn in that direction eventually, and she was only a few years older than him.
She wouldn't be able to nudge him that way anyway, manipulation simply didn't suit her, she was simply too blunt, and it had made her unpopular with her colleagues who tended to dislike having their mistakes made clear.
She cared little, she wouldn't waste her time with niceties.
As her body flooded with pleasure, she let herself moan in time with her climax, it wasn't that she didn't find the sensations unpleasant, sex was enjoyable enough with a talented partner... she would simply rather be working.
The thrill of succeeding in a project was far favourable than the momentary pleasure of orgasming.
Bottoming out inside her once more, she felt him start to twitch inside her, his seed starting to flood her inner channels on its path to her womb.
As he pulled out, she frowned slightly at how disappointing the empty feeling was. She'd have to watch that, she didn't want to grow accustomed to the feeling and waste time seeking pleasure like so many others.
Not that she'd ever have trouble finding it, Shiro would be happy to fill her as regularly as she desired.
But it was a waste of time.
Hopping off the desk, she moved to her equipment and grabbed one of the empty vials as he watched, catching the semen leaking from her slightly parted vagina.
"Research materials?" Shiro asked in amusement as he leaned against her desk with a boyish grin. "Do let me know if you need some more... samples."
It was no wonder so many failed to recognise the danger he posed to them, he was good at hiding his malicious nature behind the smug and arrogant act, which he hid behind a boyish act.
Most saw through his boyish charm to see the arrogant mocking scientist behind it, but so few saw the cruelty he hid behind that, assuming they had seen everything. People were naïve and arrogant like that. They would find one secret and assume they had learnt all there was to know.
She cared little, he was still her best choice to ensure her children were as intelligent as possible. If General Ironwood was incapable of realising just who he gave access to the very core of Atlas, it wasn't her job to inform him.
"Hm, I likely will require more, but this will suffice for now." Satya said easily, ignoring the not-so-subtle implication.
"Ahh, Satya... you really are fun." Shiro said with a chuckle.
"Fun is illogical." Satya replied without looking back at him as she fixed her outfit and got back to work.
- Widowmaker -
Setting up on the rooftop, she loaded her rifle, Widow's Kiss, with the new ammunition supplied their newest recruit, Aura piercing rounds capable of simply bypassing the shield almost every target had. This would change everything, how many Hunters ran around in clothes chosen for fashion because they were so sure of their Aura's protection?
If it did what he claimed, he had just become her favourite member of Talon, not that he had much competition.
Doomfist was too obsessed with conflict, Sombra was... Sombra, Reaper kidnapped her and Moira experimented on her and tried to strip her off all emotion. It didn't' work, not completely.
She had emotions, strong ones even.
The burst of pleasure and happiness she felt when her target breathed their last, the thrill of aiming down the sights at an unknowing victim, she felt them all so... intensely.
The reason she hadn't put a bullet through Moira and Reaper's heads was simple, Reaper couldn't be killed so easily, and she would lose her way of getting the thrills that made her feel so very alive.
She could go solo, but she could kill more as Talon's assassin than she could alone.
She was an addict, and each and every kill was her fix.
There were hundreds of cameras around the research facility, and even more robots.
Ugh, machines. There was no joy in ending a piece of technology, she got no more pleasure from it than she would for shooting a scroll.
But she didn't need to fight them, Sombra might be annoying, but between her and Shiro, the machines Atlas was so proud were useless.
As her target left the building, she trembled slightly in anticipation, the old man coming out of the lab in his wheelchair, talking seriously to the General.
She could kill Ironwood right here, and now, it wouldn't even be hard... but Doomfist and Shiro had a plan for him, a plan she neither knew nor cared about.
Aiming her cross-hair on the old man, she waited until the General turned back to him, she wanted him to see this.
As Ironwood turned, she pulled the trigger.
As the bullet reached the old mans fairly weak aura, it flared up as usual... and then simply shattered, the bullet passing through uninterrupted on its path to Pietro, and with a satisfied smile, she watched it pierce his skull, a burst of red coating the head of his wheelchair.
The 'Greatest mind in Atlas' fell from his wheelchair, dead before he even realised he was under attack.
The shocked look on Ironwood's face rapidly switched to horror, and then to pure rage and hatred as he drew his pistol, looking in her direction as he dove for cover, shouting, the Knights charging towards her.
And exactly on time, a pulse of purple light flooded the lab, the robots collapsing like puppets with cut strings, the turrets and cameras disabled. Sombra had done her part and delivered the EMP bomb Shiro had made for her, and now...
Seeing the Bullheads flying down towards the lab, she smiled as the black cloud jumped from one of them, Reapers shotgun blasts reaching her ears as he engaged Ironwood.
He'd 'fail' to assassinate Ironwood, but by then the forces landing would have caused utter chaos... and left a pile of corpses in their wake.
They had been given a list of targets that had to 'survive' but this was the very heart of Atlas, where all their advancements were made... Atlas wouldn't recover from this any time soon.
Not that she cared, and as the few human forces started to move to engage the landing Talon grunts, she opened fire.
She'd take out as many as possible, then fall back for the next phase.
- Ironwood -
He had been a fool.
He'd assumed that with their recent defeats Talon would be laying low and licking their wounds... and they had caught them all off guard. Pietro was dead because he didn't take the threat seriously enough.
He had always known someone was supplying Talon, but he had failed to track their supplier, but the list of suspects was rapidly shortening... the number of organisations able to supply the tech and manpower Talon had access to was a very brief list.
As the shotgun blasts struck his Aura, he scowled and fired back at the masked man, all too aware that there was still a sniper.
"You are going to pay for this Gabriel." James said coldly, glaring at his opponent as he paused.
"I've already paid, 'General'." Gabriel Reyes, formerly known as Soldier 24, growled in a raspy voice. "Now it's your turn."
Not answering, he felt a burst of relief as a wall of ice formed behind Gabriel, blocking the sight of the sniper, Gabriel growling slightly before he sunk into a pool of shadows.
He could see Specialist Schnee fighting a horde of grunts off to the side, giving him a brief nod, worry on her face.
Knowing his former subordinate well enough, he dove forwards, firing backwards as he did, his shots hitting the blackened aura of Gabriel as he reappeared.
"Predictable as ever, Gabriel." James said calmly, his anger and loss pushed away. "And you wondered why Morrison was put in charge instead of you?"
"And where is the good Commander again?" Gabriel refuted, making him frown slightly.
Aiming again, he opened fire without replying.
- Shiro -
"My orders are to protect you, above all else." Harriet argued as I sighed, Satya behind me as she looked down at the corpse of the Talon grunt dismissively.
Harriet is hot-tempered, but the moment we were attacked, she crushed the grunts without a second thought.
"I've patched into the Atlesian military comms, my tech is shielded against what they used to shut down the defences. When our systems went down, it set off a silent alarm, but they don't know how bad things are here... and we have twenty minutes before reinforcements arrive. We don't have the forces for this, but if I can get to the security mainframe, I might be able to get everything back online. I've checked some of the Knights, they are undamaged... but disabled. If I can get them back on, we will have a far better chance of surviving this." I argue quickly watching her pause.
"But... my orders-" Harriet starts.
"Didn't anticipate the complete disabling of the Atlesian machine forces. Don't be stupid, Harriet, if they disabled the systems, they definitely disabled the Bullheads, so there's no easy way out of this." I say calmly, watching the indecision on her face. "You can't evacuate me until the systems are back online."
"I... fuck, damn it. Fine." Harriet says after a moment. "Stay behind me, if anyone more dangerous than these grunts shows up, retreat and I'll hold them off." Harriet says with a sigh.
"Understood, and I'm not exactly unarmed myself." I say, reaching into my jacket and pulling out a sleek white pistol. "I figured I should stay armed after my... kidnapping." I say making her pause.
She wants to tell me to not get involved... but after a moment, she sighs and nods.
"We should move. The grunts mentioned you by name, Shiro. They will be looking for you." Satya points out as she steps over the corpse.
"Agreed, so if you're ready Harriet?" I ask with a calm tone.
+10 Affection with Harriet for being calm under pressure. [15/100]
+10 Obedience with Harriet for taking command. [35/100]
Getting a nod, we start moving quickly.
Disabling all the cameras was a bit of a risk, since it has taken away the eyes I usually use, and I didn't want to wait to replace them with my own hidden cameras, but I'm not really in danger.
The Talon grunts have no idea that I'm one of them, but... they are also grunts. If they were smart enough to be a threat, they'd be high ranking enough to know I was part of their organisation.
Which is why Harriet smashes her way through them without even pausing, I don't even have to fire my new gun.
As we move towards where the mainframe is, I pause spotting a woman with... Mistralian heritage backed up against a wall, a pair of men in red and black armour aiming their rifles at her.
Aiming quickly, even as Harriet prepares to rush towards them, I open fire and smile at the pleasant sound of the high-powered laser, a pair of bright blue beams bolting forwards and shattering the aura of the men.
It doesn't quite pierce their armour, but it does knock them off guard enough for Harriet to close the distance, her punches making short work of her attackers.
"Doctor Mina Liao, I presume?" I ask as I approach with a kind smile, watching the terror bleed from her, the near-death experience ending. "I wish we could have met in... better circumstances."
"You... Shiro Eis, right?" Mina, one of the best AI specialists in Atlas, says as she catches her breath. "Thank you... but we need to move, I need to get to the mainframe and-"
"That's where we are headed, great minds think alike." I agree, making her smile slightly despite the fear still in her eyes. "I'm certain I can reactivate the disabled machines if we get there.
Given the lab-coat wearing corpses we walked passed, I'm not surprised.
"Then we still have a chance, a slim one." Mina agrees with a smile.
- Ironwood -
As Reaper once again turned into a shadowy mist, he made a mental reminder to shout at Moira later, and scowled as Reaper escaped from the ice Winter bound him in.
As Reaper reformed, he went to speak... to boast or threaten no doubt, and to everyone's surprise, and James secret amusement, was cut off as the inactive turrets on the walls all opened fire on him and the other Talon forces, the sound of the Gatling turrets making him smile as Reaper was cut apart by the large rounds.
Almost as much as the sound of mechanical boots approaching.
As Reaper reformed once more, James could see the indecision and rage behind the mask.
"You've failed, Gabriel." James said, staring him down, making him cackle.
"I might not have been able to kill you... but today was far from a failure." Gabriel laughed, their attention pulled away as the ice wall exploded, a large figure bursting through it with an equally large shield.
"Braum is here!" the bald man cheered, his moustache twitching as the rest of his team joined them.
"Ugh." Reaper groaned, fading to a black mist again as he flew up into the air as the white-haired archer behind Braum opened fire at him, her icy arrows passing through his form.
He didn't bother giving chase, he'd talk to Moira about finding a way to contain Gabriel later, assuming she was even still alive.
A barbaric shirtless man charged past Braum, his blade ready as he engaged the Talon forces who couldn't just turn into fucking mist, and joining him was a woman riding a... giant boar. Hunters could be so strange.
Watching the forces of Talon rout, he gave the order for Braum to head into the lab and save as many of their scientists as possible, and with the battle over, his calm state of mind faded, replaced with wrath and hatred.
Pietro had been a close friend... and he wouldn't be the only fatality today.
Someone was going to pay dearly for this.
- Swain -
"They retreated... into Vacuo?" Swain asked, sitting behind his desk as she smirked at him. "Does Doomfist expect us to protect him?"
"We both know that isn't true... he's slipped his leash." LeBlanc said, amusement in her tone. "We have days at the most before Ironwood finds evidence of us funding Talon, and assumes we ordered this."
Doomfist wanted a war... and Swain had underestimated him.
"So it's war then?" Swain said calmly as he stood up, moving to the window with a slight frown.
"It is. Ironwood is out for blood." LeBlanc agreed, still sounding amused.
"I wanted a few more years to prepare before I tried to conquer Atlas, Mistral would have been the ideal first target due to it's proximity to Atlas, and it's weakness." Swain said with a frown.
Atlas and Vacuo weren't close, and Atlas could use Vale as a staging ground for their attack on Vacuo.
Moving his cloak aside, he looked down at the black left hand with a frown. This new development would likely please his... mistress, but it was inconvenient for him.
"And you knew nothing of Doomfist's plan?" Swain asked the hooded woman, watching her smirk.
"Would I lie to you?" LeBlanc asked, making him smirk slightly.
They both knew the answer to that question.
- Bonus Scene – Subject... What? - Set before the attack -
"I certainly can see the appeal of this project, getting Aura-awakened beasts to fight alongside the Huntsman would help out a lot." Shiro admitted, looking over the research wing in approval. "But what about that cell? Why is it empty?" Shiro asked, gesturing to the only empty cell as part of his full tour of the Atlesian facilities.
"Ahh... Subject 81880, he was... it was... let's just say that experiment ended in failure. Unfortunately, that subject, an aura-awakened ape, escaped containment near the beginning of the program." his guide, Moira admitted.
"...did you ever consider cleaning its cage? I would my want to live in such a filthy cage either?" Shiro asked, looking over the empty cell caked in dirt. "How did that much dirt end up in its cell anyway?"
"That... that's not dirt." She admitted with a mildly uncomfortable look.
"...I see. And why hasn't it been cleaned yet?" Shiro asked calmly, taking a step back from the cage, acutely aware of his incredibly expensive clothing... his increasingly expensive white clothing.
"...they did have it cleaned. It just comes back no matter how hard you clean it. We think it might have been his semblance." Moira admitted, her lips twitching.
"...so somewhere out there, there is a monkey capable of defecating so hard it never comes clean?" Shiro asked with a blank stare. "...remind how Atlas ended up the most advanced kingdom again, please."
"It says more for the incompetence of the other kingdoms than it says about Atlas." Moira agreed easily. "I wish I could say that 81880 is the dumbest thing Atlas have made... but it really isn't."
Authors Note: Shiro doesn't take being beaten well, and is it really a surprise that his plan to fix his problem involves a Remnant-wide War?
As I mentioned in the last AN, I'm back at work. I don't have a day off for... let's just say a while, and I'm doing almost double my usual hours. My feet are eternally killing me, and I haven't had the time to write, and when I finish work, I'm too tired to write. Yay.
Which is why the chapter is late. Will the next chapter be late? Honestly, fucking probably. I have no idea when things are going to go back to normal, or whatever passes as normal. Needless to say, things are going to be... sporadic for a while.
Anyway, now that SA is on its feet, I'm changing the upload schedule. Now, it will go two chapters of SA, two chapters of this, two of Conquest and then back to SA. All the stories will be getting the same amount of love.
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