*Smut in this chapter*

Metz hadn't spoken for the past few hours. It wasn't anything unusual for the man, but ever since the encounter with the faunus his body language shifted. Instead of a relaxed yet alert sentry, he was far more stiff, still looking around and alert. Willow didn't like it, it reminded her too much of Jacque.

"Could you stop that please?" Willow asked, looking up at Metz.

"Stop what?" Metz asked, looking down at his companion.

"Being so tense. It scares me…" she replied, not wanting to look the man in the face.

Willow heard a sigh from Metz as his shoulders slumped. "I'll try…"

"Can I ask you something?" Willow inquired.

"Sure."

"How can you heal so quickly?"

"It's a village secret, that's all I can say," he replied.

"You seem to think highly of your village, why don't we go there?" Willow asked with a warm smile on her face.

"... I don't think that would be a good idea," he replied with a stern tone. Just as he finished speaking, three men in white military uniforms approached us.

"Excuse us, but would you kindly join us to the nearest Protectorate outpost?" the highest ranking of the three asked, the captain's cap hanging on the side of his head.

"Sure we'd lo-"

"No," Metz said as he held his arm out protectively in front of Willow.

"I'm sorry sir, but that was more so a polite order than it was a request," the officer stated as he drew an odd looking pistol, a capsule with a green fluid in it. He aimed it at Metz as the other two aimed their rifles at Willow. "So, I'm now asking you once again, would you please accompany us to the nearest Protectorate outpost?" Metz pulled out his shotgun, only to be blasted in the chest with a green blob, he dodged to the side, the green plasma burning his shoulder. Metz fired two shots, the first shredded the officer's right arm, the second tearing off his right leg. He fell to the ground as one of his subordinates were slammed into the ground, his head splattering on the ground. The final soldier was too scared to fire accurately and was shot three times in the chest by Willow.

"You fucking animals! I may never be able to kill you, but the Protectorate will!" the officer said before he took his plasma pistol and shot himself in the head.

"The Protectorate?" Willow asked Metz with a mixture of confusion and terror.

"A group of restorationists who wish for the Old World. They have good intentions, but their methods are detestable to say the least. A wolf in sheep's clothing. They… are not to be trusted," Metz explained.

"Have you encountered them before?" Willow asked.

"..." Metz was silent before he decided to speak, taking off his mask. He had a sorrowful look on his face, a single tear rolling down his scar. "Yes, when they attacked my village. It was a complete slaughter. Mercy shown to no one, not the sick, weak or young."

"But why would they attack your village?" Willow asked.

"For the power I hold… within me," Metz replied, putting on the mask once more. "I've been so lonely ever since."

Willow grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to her. She couldn't handle it anymore, the need for physical comfort overcoming everything she had experienced thus far. The faunus, the Protectorate, the bandits, the monstrosity. She just wanted to forget it all and experience some pleasure tonight. The two of them arrived on the outer edge of what appeared to be a ruined city. There were a few houses that were minimally damaged. They decided to stay in one that looked to be in good condition. They entered the house and fortified it, boarding up windows and all but one of the doors. They looked around the house for food, finding some non-perishables and making some cooked beans and rice.

Metz grabbed some firewood to feed the fireplace, the flames lapping at the wood, consuming it slowly. Watching the wood's slow burn made Willow slowly aroused, she too wanted to be consumed by Metz, feeling his hands consume her. She got out of her seat and sat in Metz's lap. She slowly took off his mask, pressing her lips against his. Her passion began to erupt as she felt him put his hands on her hips. She felt his tongue invade her mouth as she wrapped her legs around him. He picked her up and brought her to the living room where the fire still raged.

Willow began to undress as did Metz. Her breasts fell out of her bra, Metz quickly grabbed them teasing her nipples with his tongue. She moaned softly as she begged for more. "Fuck me Metz, and don't stop until I'm finished!" she said, holding his head to her breasts. He started to pitch a tent as he rubbed up against her. The Schnee Matriarch felt absolutely debaucherous, and it felt great, she had never gotten this from Jacque. At most we would just fuck her every once in a while, and leave her there unsatisfied. Metz, on the other hand, was passionate. He didn't show it much, but it was through his action that showed where he stood.

He pulled her closer, inserting his cock into Willow as she grabbed onto the back of his neck. "I'm going to make you mine," Metz growled as he took the top, his instincts taking control. Willow could feel the fine persian carpet under his as the flames' heat licked against her fair skin. She tightened her locked legs around him, pulling him closer to her. He felt her tighten around him as her walls took hold. "Yes, just. Like. That." she moaned. He moved up to her neck, gently kissing it sending shots of pleasure running through her body. She felt him go in deeper, her hands moved to his back, her nails digging into his flesh as he reached her womb. "Are you ready to be claimed?" he asked in a whisper, nibbling on her ear lobe.

"Is this how your village men choose mates?" she asked, huffing out deep breaths. He nodded, kissing her passionately, holding her cheek. He held her close, like a Jacque would with a crate of Lien. She could feel him pumping deeper and deeper. Her brain began shooting the ecstasy into her brain as she came, her legs going limp. She felt him finish inside of her, her womb filling up with his seed. His claim was complete as he pulled out of her. She felt the excess semen leak out of her. Willow brushed a finger under Metz's chin, getting his attention. She kiss him gently on the lips as he grabbed a blanket and covered both of them with it, letting the fire burn out as they snuggled up to each other and slept.

This night there would be no nightmare.

Winter awoke in a bed, her body feeling sore. A stranger was getting dressed on the other side of the bed. "I hope this was a wake-up call for you, Winter," the man said, getting up from the bed.

It was only a few moments later that Winter would fully come to realize what had happened to her.

Pandorus fixed his collar as he walked out of the room. "Next time you try and run off with your siblings it won't be you who suffers, It'll be your dear little brother," he said, a stern tone underlying the seriousness in his tone.

She laid there, crying in her hands.

So yea that happened, and there's going to be some interesting stuff coming involving Metz's backstory and his village. Hope you all liked the chapter!