Note: Yeah, weren't expecting that, were you? Giant snakes. This story has giant snakes now. And we swear that it'll all make sense. Eventually. Or at least as much sense as the rest of this story makes. Enjoy.
They had no idea how fucked they were? What the hell did that mean? No, seriously, what the actual fuck was going on? Weiss certainly had no clue. The two giant serpents were flying around the room, casting their vicious glares down upon the whores who cowered under their gaze. Weiss tried her best to comprehend them using her own logic. There were originally Two Brothers who ruled as Gods over man. A God of Light and a God of Darkness who could transform into powerful dragons. They were the original and only deities in the world—or were they. If Weiss's theory was correct, and the universe operated according to the Rule of Four, that would technically mean there would have to have been Four Gods who ruled over Humanity. If the Gods of Light and Darkness were the Two Brothers, would that make these creatures…
"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?" Salem asked suddenly, stewing in her rage. "Why did you come out of those Relics? What the hell do you think you're doing here? And most importantly: what makes you think you can dare challenge my power?"
The red serpent cackled, its voice almost seductive in its cruelty. "Do you truly not understand who we are? Has Humanity fully forgotten our existence? Those bastards truly did their work in eradicating us from memory."
The multi-headed blue serpent hissed, cooing in somber disgust. "Perhaps we should remind these pathetic creatures of our true nature."
"Yes! We shall!" laughed the red serpent.
The two massive creatures began to glow with energy, and with a sudden burst of light, the two massive beings transformed right before the stunned eyes of the captive audience. Most of them could hardly follow what was happening. Why would they? Very few of them knew of the true nature of the world. Of those who had seen the truth of the Relic of Knowledge, only Weiss remained conscious and able to see what was happening. The others had either abandoned them, were dead, or—in the case of Blake and Yang—getting their brains ruined by hardcore tentacle fucking. Salem was the only other person in the room who had even a slight idea of what was happening, and this knowledge was still beyond her. Yet, both she and Salem could somewhat understand when the two serpents suddenly stopped being women, and instead appeared as two large humanoid creatures. They looked exactly like the Two Brothers, except for three differences. Instead of gold and violet, their colors remained scarlet and blue. Their horns were shaped uniquely to their figures. And, most crucially, instead of standard masculine forms, the bodies of these two beings were notably shaped like women.
Particularly buxom women, if Weiss did say so herself.
The red, horned woman bowed graciously, her blank face still somehow giving off the air of an evil grin. "I am what you worms would call the Goddess of Lust! My gorgeous, depressed Sister is the being you imbeciles would comprehend as the Goddess of Hate. Bask in our tremendous glory!"
Salem was taken aback, staring up at the two women with shock. They were not anatomically correct and completely faceless, but they still had hair and nails and hips that most certainly did not lie. Despite having no clear sexual features, they were so magnificent that they were even sexier than her. If anything were to piss her off more, it was that.
"Goddesses of Lust and Hate?" she said with disgust. "That doesn't make any sense. There weren't any Goddesses of Lust and Hate. It's only Light and Darkness."
The Goddess of Hate shook her head. "That is not even close to being accurate. Human history is quite abysmal."
"Oh, don't be too hard on her, Sister," the Goddess of Lust cooed, crossing her arms and looking down at Salem mockingly. "Our foolish Brothers spread lies about us for eons and even eradicated their species. It's not her fault she's such a fool."
"A fool?" Salem growled. "I am not a fool! I am Salem, Lord of the Grimm, Mistress of Evil, and the Baddest Bitch in All of Remnant! I was literally alive back in the times of the Gods! I met them! I tried to murder them! It was literally a whole thing! I know for a fact that there were only Two Gods."
"Well, then your 'facts' are but a lie," the Goddess of Hate stated. "Would you like a demonstration of our power to prove otherwise?"
"Are you fucking serious?" Salem said, outraged. She was beyond furious. What was this? Seriously, what the hell was with all of these goddamn fucking distractions? All she wanted was to have one simple sex competition! Seriously! Was that really too much to ask the universe? She had to deal with all of these distractions involving silver-eyed cunts and weird beret-wearing cunts, and now these red and blue pretend god cunts. Plus all of the naked women in the room, that was too many cunts! She had enough of all of these distractions. She was going to make these motherfuckers pay for ever crossing her. She was a Bad Bitch. She was a heartless, evil menace to society, and she was the most dominant woman on the planet. No one was more powerful than her.
Fucking no one.
Salem screamed in rage and summoned a ball of magical energy in her hands. Those whores were Gods. They weren't better than her. She was going to prove it once and for all. These false idols wanted to play God? She would show them what it meant to be smitten. Sm…smited? Smote? No wait, which past tense version was it? Ah, fuck it. Time to die!
Salem shot out the rainbow beam of energy toward the so-called Goddess of Lust, expecting the massive red woman to instantaneously explode into a burst of stupid red dust. And yet, as anyone who was not Salem expected to happen, the Goddess of Lust was not destroyed. She wasn't even injured. However, even the most ignorant of the women in the audience—which was most of them—were surprised by just how ineffective Salem's magical attack actually was. The Goddess of Lust merely held out her palm, and the magical rays were simply absorbed into her skin as if they were nothing. Salem gasped in shock as her attack did nothing at all, and took a step back in disbelief.
"What…how did…" Salem said, racking her brain to find an answer. Were they not kidding? Were they truly more Gods that she was unaware of? That was impossible. It couldn't be. She only grew more frustrated, and in her frustration, she sought assistance. Her gaze jumped to the top of the stairwell, where Emerald was still standing after her brief encounter with Ciel. "Emerald! Fight them!"
Emerald reacted to her Mistress with the reaction that any normal person would have when asked to fight against indestructible Gods. "Um…say what now?"
"Fight them! You're a fighter, right?" Salem screamed at her. "I paid for that fucking Huntress school tuition, didn't I?"
"I am not fighting Gods!" Emerald shouted back. She hesitated a moment. "Wait, what do you mean you paid for our tuition? We snuck into Beacon. It was an infiltration."
"And do you think it was a free infiltration?" Salem scolded her. "Did you think Ozpin wouldn't notice if three of his students just weren't hitting their monthly payments? Someone had to bankroll you, Emerald! Now put that training to use and kill those Gods for me!"
Emerald took a moment to come to terms with the fact that the future destroyer of Humanity actually spent money on her college tuition, and then she responded with the same vigor as before. "Uh, no. No fucking way."
"Goddammit, Em, you ungrateful bitch!" Salem shouted at the top of her lungs. "I am your Mistress. You obey me! Fight those fucking Gods or I will tentacle fuck the shit out of your brain!"
"I'm using our safeword."
"We don't have a safeword!"
"Then I'm making one up. Pineapple. That's our safeword!"
"Fight the Gods, bitch!"
"Pineapple."
Salem growled in frustration, her eyes erupting with a vicious red glow, yet everyone else mostly just watched in confusion. That went double for the newly introduced Goddesses, who cared little for the whims and qualms of the petty creatures living beneath them, but were somewhat enthralled by the words, "tentacle fuck". The Goddess of Lust scanned the room more carefully, and very soon, she came to understand the concept in full. She saw three such instances directly in front of her: the first was young Ciel, dripping with thick cum as the black tendrils pumped rhythmically in and out of her ass and pussy. The other two, however, drew even more curiosity out of the Goddess of Lust. Two young things: a sexy, thicc-hipped catgirl and a big-titted blonde bimbo having their ears and minds penetrated and fucked so hard that they had literally gone stupid from all the sex. The Goddess of Lust cooed in delight, nudging her sister in the side.
"Oh, Sister, look at this! Isn't this absolutely sinful?"
The Goddess of Hate simply sighed, aggravated. "I suppose so. Though it seems more an act of torture than an act of sex."
"And you take offense to that?"
"Quite the opposite," the blue Goddess confessed. Her invisible gaze shifted back to the pure white woman standing on the floor, shouting up at the green-haired girl and giving her unobeyed orders. That bizarre witch woman tried to murder her sister. Surely, such blasphemy could not go unpunished. It was with a steady hand that the Goddess of Hate snapped her fingers, and suddenly, while she was in the middle of yelling, Salem felt something grab her arms and legs from behind. She looked down in surprise, and much to her horror, she found that her limbs were suddenly bound by tentacles that looked very much like her own.
"What the fuuuuaaaaaaaah!" Salem was suddenly hoisted up into the air, completely powerless to stop herself from flying. The Goddess of Hate brought her up to eye-level, examining the Grimm woman carefully. She spun Salem around in the air, twisting her around with the tentacles to observe her curves from every possible angle, and murmured thoughtfully to herself as Salem struggled to free herself.
"This one certainly seems to be an ambitious one, isn't she?" she said with distaste. "Salem, correct? The immortal bitch who rules those Grimm?"
"W-What?" Salem gasped in shock. Her arms were stretched out over her head, and then the tentacles suddenly snapped them back, locking them against each other by her rear. "How do you know who I am?"
"Ooh, and look at all this!" the Goddess of Lust said excitedly, floating down by the web-bound audience and placing her hands on her cheeks. "She's captured so many yummy sluts for us to play with! She's certainly powerful."
"What the fuck! Untie me!" Salem shouted, squirming to no avail. She tried to summon more tendrils to aid her or use her magical powers, yet she found that they were not responding to her. She was helpless, left alone to float in the air without any aid or assistance. The Goddesses continued to admire her and their work, floating around her to get a good look at her beautiful form.
"And she has quite the ass," the Goddess of Hate noted. She didn't hesitate, and Salem was caught off-guard when she felt a rather large palm suddenly strike her ass as hard as it could. Her plump butt jiggled and rippled in response, and Salem let out a yelp of pain—that maybe contained just a tiny, unwilling dash of pleasure.
"Oh, that looks fun!" the Goddess of Lust laughed. She joined her Sister in delivering a firm hand to Salem's backside, and the Grimm Mistress shouted out again.
"H-Hey! Stop that!"
The Goddess of Hate stroked her chin, staring intently as the firm ass of Salem started to turn a little red.
"It certainly has fine bounce."
Smack.
"And it's quite smooth."
Smack.
"What is it the kids say these days? The 'baby has back,' if you will?"
"I think that's a different universe."
"I see."
Smack smack smack.
Salem gasped and hissed in pain as her ass was made into a plaything. She could feel each sting linger just a little bit longer than the last, like a thousand microscopic bites on her skin. Yet, she couldn't help but bite her bottom lip, one eye closed as she looked back toward her rear with a hint of expectancy. No. She couldn't—she wasn't enjoying. This was horrible. Awful. Disgraceful. She was dignified. Powerful. A Bad Bitch. Not a submissive little—"
Smaaaack.
"Ohhhhhh…."
A subtle moan escaped her lips, and Salem's cheeks turned as red as her ass. She couldn't…no…it was far too embarrassing. Everyone in the audience below was watching her get dominated by those two big, beautiful, strong women. She couldn't show weakness. She was the alpha, right? She…she was…
"Ha! I think she likes it," the Goddess of Lust said confidently.
The Goddess of Hate nodded. "Who wouldn't? Look at this butt. It is quite the perfect thing for her to enjoy using, is it not?" The blue Goddess reached forward and scooped her hands beneath Salem's ass, pressing her thumbs firmly into the mounds. She gently squeezed and bobbed the ass up and down, feeling its weight in her hands.
"I must agree. We have to do something with it," the Goddess of Lust stated. She suddenly looked up, her head pointed directly at the naked, green-haired teen at the top of the steps, and she spoke with renewed vigor. "Ooh, that young thing referred to Salem as her master, correct? I have the perfect idea."
Emerald did not like the sound of that. She very, very did not enjoy the sound. No, thank you. However, she very quickly discovered that whether she consented to the matter—safewords be damned—she would not really have a choice. She immediately turned to sprint away, only for a new magical tentacle to come out of nowhere and ensnare her by the foot, dragging her up into the sky above the foyer. From below, Weiss watched with the same level of shock and horror as before—even though Emerald was her enemy, the idea of these powerful beings holding such control over their lives was despicable. Still, she was helpless to intervene. Emerald was brought up to the sky and was placed directly in front of Salem, having to look her Mistress in her very flushed face. Emerald tried to look away, but the Goddesses who now controlled them had no such interest in doing that.
"Aw," the Goddess of Lust cooed. "You two look so cute together. Master and Servant, bound by the same powers they used to bind others. Isn't that poetic?"
"Not particularly," the Goddess of Hate stated. "Though it is hot."
"You know what would be even hotter?" the Goddess of Lust said wickedly.
"What's that, Sister?"
"If we make them do things to each other."
Emerald gasped in horror. "D-Do things? Uh, no thank you! Me and Salem have a very particular relationship, so it would be quite bad if you did that."
"P-Please don't," Salem begged, unable to stop her voice from shaking. "I want my body nowhere near Emerald's disgusting, disloyal nastiness!"
"Hmmm," the Goddess of Lust considered thoughtfully. Then, she just laughed evilly. "Too late!"
Salem opened her mouth to protest again, but before the words could come out, she felt her body get forced forward. Emerald's was as well, and suddenly, the two of them collided into each other, breasts slamming together, thighs slapping—and most importantly, mouths crashing together into a steamy, unwanted kiss.
Salem's eyes bulged as she was forced to taste Emerald's lips on hers. Emerald moaned in shock, trying to pull away yet unable as the tentacles pushed her face deeper into the kiss. The pressure was so great that their lips were forced open, and unwillingly, Salem and Emerald were forced into a full-blown make-out, their tongues slathering up against each other as they looked uncomfortably into each other's eyes. Salem's tongue battled hard, but it was Emerald who became dominant, lapping over Salem's tongue with her own and forcing her slick tongue against the inside of Salem's teeth. Their breasts mushed on top of each other, tender masses sliding up and down as their nipples hardened and rubbed up on one another, sending small shockwaves of pleasure down each of their spines. As much as they both hated to admit it, they tasted quite good, a feeling that only seemed to draw attention to the warmth they were feeling between their loins.
The kiss didn't last for very long—maybe a minute at most—before the Goddess of Lust suddenly became bored and pulled them apart. Salem and Emerald gasped for air, thin strands of saliva connecting their parted lips together. However, the wicked Goddess was not done yet. Much against Emerald's will, she found herself raised even higher and rotated around in the air, positioning herself in a very specific way. Salem's eyes went wide in shock as, within a matter of mere seconds, she found herself suddenly staring straight down Emerald's asshole, watching those gorgeous dark cheeks being spread right in front of her face. The heat from Emerald's loins radiated onto her face, and she could see the holes glistening and wet in the high lights of the foyer.
"Wait…hold on a second—"
With a forceful shove, Salem was pushed forward, and Emerald screamed in surprise as her Mistress's mouth landed directly on her asshole. She felt Salem's tongue fall out of her mouth and drag itself along the surface of her puckered hole, and she couldn't stop herself from groaning out in tremendous pleasure.
"Fuck…not again…"
The sight from beneath was truly something to behold: the evil Lord of Darkness Salem being forced to give a rimjob to her barely legal servant. The tentacles guided Salem's movements according to the Goddess's wishes. Salem's mouth was forced so directly onto the hole that she could barely breathe, and all of her senses were entirely overtaken by the taste and smell of Emerald's juicy ass. Her tongue, with nowhere else to go, poked out of her mouth and licked Emerald's ass eagerly, and the young Huntress made her joy of the act no secret. Her face was contorted in pleasure: cheeks flushed, eyes rolled back into her head, bottom lip bitten and curled into a guilty smile as her sacred, indecent spots were violated by the woman who was supposed to rule over. With her arms stretched out in front of her and the tentacles holding her legs far apart, she was completely free in the air, allowing Salem full access to her in a way not possible before. Yet, the Goddess of Lust wasn't satisfied with such simple ass-eating. Even as Salem's tongue lavished the surface of Emerald's pucker, the Goddess knew it could go deeper. She gave another sudden, brutally hard spank to Salem's ass, and the Grimm Mistress's tongue was suddenly forced forward—its tip entering Emerald for the first time.
"Holy fuck!" Emerald cried in ecstasy. Hearing the satisfaction of her victims, the red Goddess spanked Salem again and again, each blow forcing the woman's tongue deeper into Emerald's ass. Salem tried to pull her tongue out of the strange tasting place, but she only succeeded in waggling her tongue about, licking every corner of the inside of Emerald's anus. It was the best rimjob Emerald had ever received, which was saying quite a lot considering that she had received two pretty stellar rimjobs earlier in the day. Salem hated it, or at the very least, she told herself she hated it. It…it was so wrong. Tonguing the ass of Emerald. That bitch didn't deserve the tonguing! She was the slave here! If anything, she should be eating Salem's ass! That was the true order of the world. Salem felt so disgusted sticking her tongue into such a foul place, so humiliated and ashamed of herself. Everyone was watching her act like an absolute whore. So indecent. God, it was awful.
And she was so fucking wet just thinking about it.
Still, even a solid rimjob was not enough to satisfy the Goddess of Lust. She was the Goddess of Lust, after all. She had seen some pretty crazy shit. Despite it being clear from Emerald's increasingly loud screams of pleasure that she was close to orgasm, the Goddess of Lust needed a little something extra. Honestly, it wasn't hard to think of a solution. With her Sister carefully watching and judging her from the side, the red Goddess snapped her fingers, and another magical tendril materialized out of the aether, slithering across the air toward Salem's backside. It paused directly in front of its milky white target and took a long moment to slide itself directly up the trail of Salem's wet pussy. The Grimm Mistress gasped at the sudden sensation in her crotch, yet was helpless to do anything about it. What the fuck was…
Salem didn't even have time to finish the thought; within seconds, the girthy tendril shot forward, shooting itself directly into Salem's tight ass.
Salem screamed, but her cries were muffled into Emerald's cake. The tentacle stretched her out thoroughly, convulsing inside of her as it made itself comfortable in its new home. It had to push at least a full foot inside of her ass, and when it started thrusting, Salem swore that she was about to be torn clean in two. The tentacle forced its way inside of her relentlessly, and with every thrust, Salem's face was rammed deeper into Emerald's ass, shooting her forward as well with a delighted scream of pleasure. Anyone watching from below saw the sex pendulum play itself out with a deep level of arousal. The tentacle in Salem's ass pulled itself out and shot itself back in, and she could feel her inner organs stretching and collapsing in its absence as it worked to pleasure her. Her moans grew louder and more desperate as her controlled thoughts spiraled out of control. She couldn't lie to herself any longer. That tentacle: it felt so fucking good. Holy, shit, she loved getting her ass fucked. She loved the gazes she was receiving. She was a fucking show whore. She wanted the whole goddamn world to know how much of a fucking slut she was. She wanted another cock in her ass. Three of them. Four of them. She wanted her ass to be permanently stretched and ruined. The taste of Emerald's ass on her tongue was the greatest thing ever. She wasn't a Bad Bitch, but a submissive, pathetic slut who needed to be punished hard for her misdeeds. Punish her! Punish her, Mistresses!
The Mistresses—or, well, the Goddesses—did just that. The sex swing soon reached its limit. Emerald screamed as Salem's tongue forced itself inside of her as deep as it would go, and Emerald came hard and fast, squirting onto Salem's neck and tits, covering her pure white skin in her sticky sweet nectar. Before Emerald could even stop shuddering, the tentacles pulled her away and rearranged their position. They sat Salem upright in the air with the tentacle still furiously pumping away at her ass, and Emerald was moved directly beneath her to get a front-row view of the wondrous thing that was about to happen. Salem's ahegao face moaned hard as she came, and with her orgasm came the thunderous spurts of cum from the tentacle. It unloaded inside of her, rope after rope striking her inner walls, filling every inch of her ass and her insides with hot seed. The flow was so powerful that it even began to leak, and small droplets of cum dripped out of Salem's ass and fell onto Emerald's cheeks, which she eagerly licked up in an orgasm-drunk haze.
She didn't have to wait long for seconds either. Once the tentacle had finished draining itself in Salem's insides, it pulled out with a loud schlick, leaving the hole exposed. Immediately, Emerald was forced up into position, her nose brushing against Salem's sex as her mouth was placed directly over Salem's pulsing ass. Emerald didn't bother waiting for the flow to start; she simply dug her tongue in and immediately began lapping up mouthful after mouthful of warm semen. Salem sighed in pleasure, feeling Emerald's tongue gently licking her convulsing asshole as the cum pumped out of her. It was admittedly too much for the green-haired girl to handle, and more than a few spoonfuls dribbled past her lips, slowly running down her chin. She hardly cared though, as long as she was able to continue dining on the sweet nectar.
When the cum was finally drained, Emerald and Salem were once again repositioned to face one another. However, when they looked each other in the eyes, there was none of the doubt there was before. It took only a moment's glance for them to realize what had to be done, and without the tentacles needing to guide them, they leaned forward and planted their lips together for another steamy kiss. Emerald's mouth was still full of cum, and Salem nestled beneath her former servant, sticking out her tongue expectantly. Emerald slightly opened her lips and let a long strand of cum drip down slowly onto Salem's tongue, before she dove forward and took that organ fully into her mouth once again, fully dominating the Grimm's woman with her desires. They were both lost within the taste of the tentacle's cum and the shared tastes of each other's assholes, letting the world around them melt into sticky, sweet lust.
From the ground, the Audience of Sluts looked at them, making out in the sky, and they looked up at the Goddesses, high-fiving each other with amused satisfaction at their work.
Then, the Goddesses looked down at the Sluts.
And the Sluts looked up at them.
And the Goddesses looked at each other.
And they looked back down on the Audience.
And the Goddess of Lust grinned. "So, now that you got the preview," she stated, "how are you looking forward to the rest of the show?"
The Audience of Sluts looked at each other, unsure of how to respond. However, unexpectedly, one voice from a particular ice cream-colored girl rang out through the otherwise silent foyer.
"Uh, yeah, so that's super hot and all," she said, annoyed, "but can you seriously explain to us who the fuck you are?"
The Goddess of Lust looked at the Goddess of Hate.
The Goddess of Hate looked at the Goddess of Lust.
And they both shrugged.
"Okay, sure," said the Goddess of Hate. "It all began around several million years ago."