Note: Hey, everyone. Sorry we were gone for so long. The truth is that we needed a good mental health break from writing, so we took a few months off. Sorry we left right as we were getting started again, but now we're refreshed and ready for more. It's a good thing too because this is a chapter people have waited a long time for. We hope you find it satisfying. Enjoy.

Salem looked at Yang.

Yang looked at Salem.

The demonic, horse-cocked woman pointed up to the rafters and seductively ushered the Grimm Queen toward her.

"Hello, Salem," Yang said, licking her lips. She admired the witch's curves from underneath, and she could see that Salem was ogling her figure with equal desire. Gazing up from Emerald's ass, Salem grinned as she saw the power, the drive…the power of Yang's new form. So much power she thought she was going to cry. She needed to be a part of it. She needed to harness it for herself. And since Yang was basically asking for it, she had all the opportunity in the world to seize it.

"Gods! Let me down!" Salem shouted. Responding to her plea, the Goddess of Lust snapped her fingers and slowly released the evil, immortal creature from her tentacle binds. Now, did the Goddess of Lust know what was going to happen to Salem if she let Yang get her hands on her? Of course, she did. In fact, pretty much everyone knew exactly how this was going to play out—everyone except Salem, who by virtue of ignorance, was still begging to go down to Yang's level. She should have seen the obvious signs that it wasn't going to go well for her, like Kali's fucked-through form, Blake's bloated belly, or Ilia's incredibly eviscerated orifice. Yet, call it lust for power or plain stupidity, but she could not see the experience Yang had in store for her.

Emerald could see it, however, and as the tentacles were slowly unfurling their webs, loosening Salem one patch of flesh at a time, the young assassin glanced over her shoulder at the monstrous thing she had grown to love getting rimjobbed by and coughed nervously.

"Uh…Salem? Maybe that's not a good idea."

Salem briefly looked at Emerald with baffled dismissal. "What? Nonsense. Sure it is. Get me down faster, Gods!"

"Salem, girl, I think you should stay away from her," Emerald suggested. "I mean, she looks kind of…fucked up in the head."

"Please," Salem said with a small laugh. "I doubt she can be more fucked up than me. Gods, chop-chop!"

"Seriously, don't go down there," Emerald warned her. "She killed her own sister."

"I've committed genocides. Tomayto, tomahto."

"She shoved that tentacle all the way through that woman," Emerald said through gritted teeth. "I don't even know how that's physically possible. Like, seriously, I think the body isn't supposed to be able to do that."

"That just means it's an option I can use against her," Salem stated confidently. "Look, Em, you trust me, don't you?"

"Not really."

"You have trust in my judgment?"

"None whatsoever."

"Well, think of it like this then," Salem said as she felt herself slowly start to lose suspension and lower to the floor. "Yang wanted to be my slave. She begged for me to rule over her. Exerting my will and influence over her is what I am meant to do. I transformed her. I control her. I am her master now. She won't do anything to rebel against me. She is just a lamb I will lead to the slaughter. Other people's slaughter, specifically. Because I'm going to use her to kill people."

"Salem—"

However, before she could hear another point of contention from her prized pupil, Salem's confident grin turned into a bitter growl. She snapped hard at the green-haired warrior.

"What? What's the problem, Em?" she said passionately. "Where is all this fear coming from? I am the Queen of the Grimm and a Queen in life! You told me that yourself. You said I have to take my life by the reigns and make it my bitch, but now you want me to play second fiddle to some blonde, big-titted bimbo?"

"It's not that," Emerald stuttered, but Salem cut her off again.

"Why are you doubting me?" Salem said angrily. "What makes you think she can do anything to hurt me? I am a bad bitch! She ain't going to fuck with me, as you say! I am going to go down there, put my foot down, and claim her as my rightful Whores-man!"

Emerald saw the tentacles snap away, and she too spoke with increased fervor. "You aren't going to claim shit. The only claiming that's going to happen is her claiming your ass!"

"Yeah, right," Salem rolled her eyes. "I'm going to make her bow and beg before me."

"She won't listen to you. She'll obliterate you."

"She will be my slave!"

"She won't be!"

"Why don't you have faith in me? I'm a boss! I'm a bad bitch—"

"You aren't a bad bitch, Salem!" Emerald suddenly cried out. "She is a bad bitch; you're just a submissive slut!"

Salem's mouth dropped open in shock. Emerald suddenly realized the weight of what she said, and though she stammered and tried to take it back, she knew that there was nothing that she could say which would make it right. Salem had built her emotional foundation on being a bad bitch. When she felt dejected and defeated, she had Emerald there to instill confidence in her. Yes, she was dominant. Yes, she was powerful. Yes, she was sexy. When all of those pesky humans thought they had the upper hand on her, when Ozpin or those stupid Brothers demanded that she submit to them, she could rely on her inner strength and know that she didn't need them to be strong. She was a homicidal, genocidal freak, and dammit, she made that look good. But in the past hour, all of that confidence had been pushed aside as she was overshadowed. First, those Goddesses show up and steal her powers away from her, forcing her own tentacles upon her like she was some hentai fiend. Then, Yang, the woman who swore an oath of allegiance to her, came back to life and dominated those humans more efficiently than she ever did. Hell, she even had bigger tatas and huge demon horns. What the fuck was up with that? And now to top it all off, Emerald, the very woman who instilled that confidence within her, was now telling her that she was inferior to that knock-off? It was bullshit. Plain and simple bullshit. She was Salem, the Queen of the Grimm and rightful ruler of all Humanity. She was not intimidated by Yang Xiao Long, this…this slut from Patch who couldn't tell a decapitation apart from a decathlon. She was going to reestablish her presence as the baddest bitch in the room. She was going to make Yang kneel before her and show everyone that she was the real badass here. She was not a submissive. She was a dominator. A super dominator. A super-duper dominator.

The entire room had gone silent, also shocked by Emerald's painful decree. The only person who bothered saying anything at all was Neo, who was excitedly muttering under her breath at all this juicy drama.

"Holy shit," she noted, "this is just like Finding Nemo."

Salem's face turned grim as the last of the tentacles peeled away from her flesh. She remained stone-faced as a loud, suctioned pop burst out and she plummeted toward the ground. A lesser woman would have fallen uncontrollably and landed flat on her face. Salem, on the other hand, flipped her legs up over her head, completing a perfect front flip before landing in a stylish pose, cracking the hard marble floor beneath her feet. With the eyes of the entire world upon her, she stood up straight and brushed some of the dust and tentacle goo from her thighs, making sure she looked as dignified as possible before approaching Yang. The transformed beast of a woman was staring at her like a hungry cheetah, her salaciously long tongue running across her lips. Salem refused to be the weaker woman in this situation, though she acknowledged that based on physical appearance alone, Yang was the more intimidating specimen. How was she supposed to top wings, horns, and a big penis?

With confidence, that was how.

Salem smirked, taking a step toward Yang, her footsteps echoing in the otherwise tense and silent room.

"My, my, my…how beautiful you turned out to be," she said as she strutted. Yang checked her nails, basking in her own magnificence.

"Yeah, it's hot shit, right?" she laughed. She grabbed onto her oversized breasts and smushed them together like two big balloons. "I've always wanted tits this big, but I never had the time or money for surgery. Now, look at 'em! I could strap some fucking gauntlets to these puppies and use them to bash the shit out people like extra fists!"

"Well, that would be quite a sight," Salem said, amused. "I must say that the Grimm semen worked far beyond my wildest expectations. The corruption has been spectacular. You seem to have completely been robbed of your most basic moral instincts."

"True," Yang noted, "but then again, I was kind of psycho before you shot a bunch of cum into my brain. If anything, all that spunk did was give me clarity."

"There is so much clear about you," Salem said. She came to a stop directly in front of Yang, and the two naked Grimm women spent a good few seconds checking out each other's hot bods. Salem didn't realize that Yang's transformation had also made her slightly taller than her, but that was no matter. She wasn't going to be any less dominant because a tall, powerful, strong, sexy, tall, evil, tall…tall woman was standing over her. No, she was still the master here. Bringing that big bitch to her knees would only be more satisfying. She reached out confidently and cupped one of Yang's tits, trying to feel the weight of it in her hands. Of course, the slightest amount of sexual contact made Yang hungry for more, and her cock twitched to attention like a demanding puppy dog. Salem chuckled at the massive monster. "So much that is clear."

"Damn straight," Yang said, patting the head of her cock. As she pulled away, a few strands of slimy cum stuck to her palm, and she licked it clean off her hand like syrup. Her entire dick was still clear and slick and sticky with the juices from Ilia's innards, which caused Salem to briefly glance at the teenage redheaded slut lying in a massive pool of sperm on the floor. She had the whole lesbian fucked straight out of her, and she looked so broken, so utterly defeated by dick…so content and happy… "Think about how many bitches I can break on this thing."

Yang's talk of conquest snapped Salem out of her brief distraction, and she cleared her throat, standing up straight as a soldier.

"Y-Yes, yes…of course," Salem bragged. "You have lived up to your legacy as my Whores-man and demonstrated that you are quite the capable destroyer. You will be able to throttle and abuse so many women in this world with the power of your dick. It is quite spectacular to see."

"All thanks to you raping my brain!" Yang said with a sly grin.

"Yes. All thanks to me," Salem stated. "Though your drive was certainly strong, it was only your drive to serve me that carried you forward through your Slut challenges and brought you to victory. Everything that you did was out of an utmost desire to be my eternal servant."

Yang nodded subtly. "Yeah…that is what I wanted, wasn't it?" It wasn't a sarcastic statement. She was admittedly having some memory difficulty for obvious reasons. She vaguely recalled feelings of being wanted, of being conquered, of submitting herself to the will of the Dark Goddess and becoming her ever-loyal soldier in her war against Humanity. Then again, she was very high back then. Some concoction from Nora of cocaine and futanarium was making her see things that she could never unsee. It was hard for her to remember how much of those feelings were genuine. She was a whore, that much was clear. Was she that much of a whore though?

Okay, yes, but was she that much of someone else's whore? That was debatable.

Salem grinned. "Yes, that's right. And I think that you truly found your calling. I mean, mother's milk enema? That's quite devious. I am impressed by your wickedness. Now, all we have to do is put it to good use."

"Good use, you say?" Yang said with a devious smirk.

"Of course. I have had centuries to plan my revenge against Humanity. I have gained strategic knowledge of their weaknesses. I have witnessed them crawl and flail and beg for mercy, and I have had the privilege of denying them that mercy. You are a bright, raging flame, but a flame burning randomly does no one any good. You need me to channel you, to harness your power, and direct you as my weapon of war. I mean think about it: my brains and your…well, I was going to say brawn, but…"

Salem playfully petted the tip of Yang's cock, her nails barely scraping the slick organ. Yang let out an amused laugh as a tiny pulse of pleasure ran up her dick. Salem's attentiveness was cute, if not slightly too obvious. The Grimm Queen released her touch and playfully licked the tip of her finger, tasting Yang's cock. Its musk was stronger than she expected. She was sure that was not something to worry about.

"You know, you may have a point," Yang said calmly. "I mean, I do love fucking the shit out of filthy sluts, but I don't have nearly as much experience as you."

"Precisely," Salem nodded.

"I mean, let's face it. I'm dumb as fuck, aren't I?"

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself."

"No, no," Yang insisted. "I'm just a dumb blonde bimbo. I mean, sure, I can have as many bitches as I want, but to fully conquer the world, I can't just fuck randomly. I'm far too stupid to plan anything."

"You simply lack the history that I have," Salem said, lightly caressing Yang's cheek. Yang bristled under the touch, but held back her discontent. "It's hard to rule over the entire world with a kinky, iron fist. Not everyone—not even the most engorged among us—is cut out for the job. You shouldn't have to worry about all of that strategizing when it takes away from your playtime. Wouldn't you be much happier to fuck under my command? I point, you screw? I'm already so proud of what you have become. And yet, you can become so much greater under my command."

Yang thoughtfully stroked her chin. "Well, you are definitely right about a lot of that."

"Aren't I?" Salem said, her confidence growing in her incredible persuasion abilities.

"I mean, it is so hard to be a dominant," Yang stated. "It's so hard to rule over the entire world."

"It really is," Salem agreed. "Far too hard for you. No offense."

"None taken," Yang shrugged. "I mean…that's why you haven't done it yet."

And just like that, Salem's smile faded.

"I'm sorry, what did you—"

"Like, how long have you been trying to take over the world?" Yang asked with an arrogant grin. "How many eons have you spent trying to destroy this pathetic species of small-dicked losers and failed? Like, after a while, it seems pretty embarrassing."

Salem awkwardly looked out at the audience, only to realize that everyone was glaring at her with an equal level of doubt and suspicion. She nervously cleared her throat and smiled.

"Well, I've actually made a lot of progress—"

"Ah, yes. Progress," Yang nodded. "I mean, you started out with dominion over a single castle in the middle of nowhere, and now you control…" She feigned a gasp. "Oh my! A single castle in the middle of nowhere! What progress!"

"Well, y-you see," Salem said defensively, "it's actually very hard to destroy Humanity when you have to live in the shadows."

"And…whose bright idea was that? No one made you live secretly. You decided to spend all of your time lusting after your genie girlfriend and hiding behind your worthless Grimm. What has that ever gotten you? In fact, if I didn't know any better…I'd say that you wanted to lose this war."

Salem's heart skipped a beat, and for just a brief moment, a worried expression flickered across her features.

"Nonsense," Salem said firmly. "I tried as hard as I possibly could. It was just that—"

"You didn't want to. Admit it," Yang said knowingly. "I've seen what you can do. Hell, I can feel what you can do. Look around you. You have trapped all of these warriors and brought them to your knees. You forced us to go through a game show of sexual delights for your amusements. You are literally indestructible, have infinite magical powers, and could kill hundreds of people in the blink of an eye. Literally nothing could stop you from just walking through the city, shooting laser beam after laser beam until everyone was dead. They would never be able to stop you, because even if they blew you up, you would regenerate right there on the spot. If you really wanted to destroy all of Humanity, you could have done it forever ago. But you didn't. You didn't want them destroyed. You wanted them to beat you, to humiliate you, to constantly win over you. Face it, Salem…you get off on getting your ass kicked."

Every set of eyes in the room was staring daggers through Salem's Soul, and she suddenly felt a tremendous weight on her shoulders. Yang…Yang was speaking lies. Pure and utter nonsense. Obviously, she never wanted to lose. It was horrible when those Humans beat her. She wanted to kill every single one of them, and she just failed a lot. Yes, that was it. She was just a failure! No, wait, not that. She wasn't a failure. Other people failed for her. And the reason she relied on other people was…um…well, that was what rulers did. Only a fool would do their busywork! She was a bloodthirsty queen, dammit! Who was this Yang bitch to doubt her abilities? She could end her life in a snap. She could kill this whole fucking room in a snap. She could blink and the entire mansion would go up in flames. Yang was spouting out pure garbage, and the fact that Salem had to listen to that instead of the sweet sounds of Yang gagging on her pussy was ridiculous. Seriously, as if she would ever get off on being defeated by Humans. The thought revolted her. Those weak, pathetic Humans, so less powerful than her, so scrawny and frail, conquering her, slaying her, beating her…killing her…whipping her…spanking her…

And just as a horrible feeling of realization came over her, Yang suddenly slapped Salem hard in the face. The sound of her palm meeting flesh echoed like a gunshot, and Salem stumbled backward, nearly tripping over herself as she reacted to the stinging sensation in her cheek. She reached up to her face out of instinct, the white flesh somehow starting to turn red, and she looked up at Yang in complete shock.

"What…what was that—"

And then Yang slapped her again, this time sending Salem down to her knees. She let out a sharp gasp of pain, trying to comprehend what was going on. Yang merely cocked her head to the side, looking down at the Grimm Mistress with pity.

"I'm sorry," she muttered darkly. "Do you have a problem with that?"

Salem cleared her throat, trying to regain her balance. She took a deep breath in through her nose and stood up again.

"I…I will not tolerate—"

Yang backhanded her as hard as she could, eliciting a gasp from the crowd. Salem fell flat onto her stomach, her resolve shaken. Emerald watched the encounter from the ceiling with a sense of disgust. Everything she knew would happen was now transpiring, and she was helpless to do anything about it. She knew this was only the beginning of Salem's humiliation, and she was not looking forward to it—okay, she was mostly not looking forward to it. Her mind was still on sex hormones and there was a high possibility it was about to get real sexy up in here. But she would masturbate to Salem's torture with a big frown on her face. No doubt about that.

"You know something," Yang said casually, strolling beside Salem as she struggled to pick her jaw off the floor. "It's really cute how desperate you are."

"What… what are you…" Salem groaned.

"Please, bitch. I live with Ruby Rose," Yang said smugly. "Do you think I don't know what a fucking submissive looks like? I literally had to listen to Ruby masturbate to her weird kink shit through the walls each night, and when we were a team at Beacon, she fingered herself on the bunk bed next to me, acting like I wouldn't hear. Do you think I can't tell when a woman wants to get her ass pounded into fucking oblivion? I have a sixth sense exclusively for horny bitches like you. All that condescending shit you said about me being too dumb to rule? I wonder… maybe you're just terrified that someone can be a Badder Bitch than the great and terrible Salem."

Salem clenched her fist. How dare she say those obviously true things? That little wench thought she was going to give a badass speech about being evil? That was her fucking schtick, dammit. She wasn't going to let that whore get away with that.

"Why you—"

Salem tried to rise up to her knees, but she suddenly felt Yang's bare foot on the back of her head, and she was forced back down to the ground.

"Heel," Yang commanded, and Salem froze in fear; not fear of Yang's wrath, but fear of herself. Yang immediately snickered. "Get it? Heel? Like a foot. It's funny."

"You…get your disgusting foot off me," Salem hissed. Yang only smiled wider.

"Oh? You don't like that my disgusting, bare, wriggling foot is pressing you down to the ground?" she asked, grinding her heel into the back of Salem's neck and running her toes through her wavy white locks. "You don't like it when a dominant woman steps on you? Treats you like a doormat?"

"I will fucking kill you," Salem growled.

"Then do it already," Yang challenged her. "You have the power to fight back. You have all the power in the world. You could have thrown me off any time you liked. No one would stop you. But you haven't fought back once, have you? You don't want to fight back, do you? You want to be treated like the absolute, whorish garbage dump you truly are."

Salem resisted the best she could. "N-No. I…I hate this." Glancing out at the crowd, she saw everyone staring at her. Why were they all staring at her? They should be screaming in terror. She was Salem, dammit! She was a conqueror. She was a Bad Bitch! She didn't bow to anyone, and she certainly didn't fucking like it! She screamed even louder to make sure everyone—especially Emerald, up in the rafters—could hear her. "I hate this! I loathe this! I'm going to kill you, you traitorous cunt! I will gouge out your fucking eyes out and serve them to children as candy! I will…I'll…"

Yang sinisterly bent over, whispering in Salem's ear. "Hey, Salem."

"W-What?"

Yang smirked. "We can all see how wet you are."

And poor Salem, the supposed Bad Bitch, suddenly realized that her legs were wide open, meaning that every single woman in the room—and therefore, the entire world—could see her pussy, dripping like a fucking waterfall.

Salem glanced up at Yang.

Yang glanced back down at her.

That pretty much settled it right there. It could not be denied any longer. She was being humiliated and embarrassed and bested—and she loved it.

Yang's smile grew sinister. "Now…lick the floor." Salem's face became blank, expressionless. She looked up at Yang, perhaps not of anger but pity, though Yang was having none of that. She forcefully pushed down on Salem's head, forcing the ancient woman's face harder against the marble, and she spoke with cruel undertones. "Lick the fucking floor now, bitch."

Salem's cheek was smushed against the tile, and a shudder ran down her spine. Lick the floor—the same floor that thousands of women had stepped upon with their disgusting feet, that had been made love on, that had the remnants of their pussies, juices and cum smeared all over it. That floor… to place her tongue upon it…

She hesitantly stuck her tongue out of her mouth, but couldn't fully commit. Yang spoke impatiently.

"Come on. I'm waiting."

Salem looked around the room. Everyone was staring at her. The weak Humans, the Gods, Emerald—all of them ready to watch her degrade herself at the whims of this blonde bimbo. It was a disgrace. She never felt more ashamed in her entire life…and if she was being honest with herself, her pussy had never been this wet either.

So, Salem leaned forward, and gave the cold mansion floor a slow, long lick, dragging her tongue as wide and far as she could go under Yang's boot. She left a trail of her saliva along the reflective surface, and in exchange, its taste lingered within her mouth. It tasted like defeat.

"Good girl," Yang said with the same tone as one might speak to a puppy. "You're right. It's so much easier to serve someone else."

Salem swallowed down the taste of the mansion floor, shamefully nodding her head. "Y-Yes…mistress…"

Yang laughed. "Damn! I didn't even tell you to start calling me that. You learn so quickly. Now…" She removed her foot from the back of Salem's head, and instead placed it directly in front of her black and red eyes. "Why don't you use your tongue on this next?"

Salem grimaced. Yang's cute little toes wriggled right in front of her face. Kissing the foot of the blonde as if she was her new empress? Disgusting. Revolting. Doing so would destroy any ounce of pride she had left. And yet, with Yang towering over her and her powers waning, she knew she had very little choice. She only hoped that Emerald wouldn't view her shame…or maybe she secretly hoped she would. Salem leaned forward like a puppy lapping from its bowl, and like before, she carefully licked the top of Yang's foot from the tip of her toe to her ankle. She repeated the process, sliding her tongue across so that every inch of Yang's white skin was coated with her spit. Yang moaned in amusement and carefully held her foot aloft, tilting it up to give Salem access to its underside. Salem scrunched her nose in disgust, but that didn't stop her from kissing Yang's heel, dragging her tongue up along the sensitive arch and peppering the pads before repeating the process again. And again. And again. Yang's foot tasted like…well, more defeat. Or de-feet. Either or.

Yang tapped Salem's nose with her toes, and without needing to say another word, Salem took her big toe into her mouth, suckling on it gently. "See, isn't it good being obedient?" Salem nodded, smacking her lips off of Yang's toe before moving on to the next one. She worked her way across Yang's whole foot, giving each toe its proper attention in her warm, hot mouth. She closed her eyes as she finished with the pinky toe, making sure it was properly bathed by her tongue before she let it go. And then, for good measure, she stuck her tongue between Yang's toes and lavished them with her spit, working in the opposite direction. Yang was surprised by how much it tickled as Salem wormed her tongue along her feet. The bitch was already taking to her new position like a fish to water, but Yang was not done with her. Not even close. She had plenty of more ways to make the slut break, and while the foot love was fabulous, she thought it was time for things to get a little meatier.

Yang pulled her toes away much to Salem's disappointment, but the Grimm Queen's eyes suddenly went wide in horror as Yang shoved the tip of her massive cock right in her face.

"Now…time to show this some love?"

Salem placed her hands on her laps, gazing at the huge dick in pensive terror. The horse-shaped organ seemed to be as wide as her entire head, and its flat tip was oozing from emptying itself inside of Ilia's cunt just a few minutes earlier. Salem wasn't sure if she was supposed to take the entire thing at once. She was pretty sure it would kill her. Sure, she would just come back to life, but she would prefer not to have those possibilities. While she stared at the huge cock and wondered what to do next, Yang quickly grew impatient and pressed the moist tip directly against Salem's lips.

"Come on. Don't be shy," Yang cooed. Salem didn't move and didn't blink as Yang playfully brushed her enormous cock along her lips, giving the Grimm woman her first real taste of cum in centuries. It dribbled down her chin, but Salem's lips remained tight and apprehensive. She knew the entire world was watching her, and that made the task ahead of her all the more daunting. After all, she hadn't given a blowjob in a very long time. She wondered if she was still any good at it. Hesitantly, she raised both hands and grabbed onto the base of Yang's dick, trying to get a feel for it. Then, after swallowing even more of her pride, she gently kissed the head of Yang's dick. She pecked it on its face, lightly kissing it over and over again like a little baby. She was trying to be as delicate as possible, as if one wrong move would awaken a sleeping dragon. Yang smirked as Salem's warm lips brushed against her. The Grimm Queen was absolutely adorable.

She didn't want adorable, though; she wanted a pure slut. So, she took two big fistfuls of Salem's hair, and when the Grimm woman was least expecting it, she rammed her cockhead into her mouth.

Salem's eyes went wide as her cheeks were filled out by Yang's huge dick. Every inch of her mouth was smothered by cock, and her tongue became overwhelmed with the taste of hot, throbbing meat. Yang's grin grew sadistic as she pulled Salem toward her, and after a brief moment where her cock stopped against Salem's uvula, she was fully able to thrust it down deep into Salem's throat. A frightened gasp emerged from the Grimm Queen as her throat bulged out and she felt the cockhead hit her sternum. Saliva pooled from her lips onto Yang's huge horse balls as they slapped up against her chin. It was the deepest anything had ever been shoved down her throat. Her mouth was supposed to be precious, meant for hollering out orders and cursing Ozpin's name. Now, it had been clogged completely by a foul, devilish dick, rendered useless except to provide pleasure to the snickering creature before her.

Of course, Yang wasn't satisfied merely by being in Salem's throat. She pushed Salem away, sliding back her slippery cock so that its wide head was flush against the back of Salem's teeth—and then she rammed it back into Salem's throat as hard as she could, determined to break the bitch's esophagus in two. Her hot, moist throat gripped her like a vice, giving her a perfect amount of glorious resistance as she let her cock glide through her. She felt bursts of pleasure rip all over her dick, and she took that as a sign of encouragement to pump the pure white bitch as hard as her new powers would let her.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmhmmmmm!" Salem gurgled in pain and pleasure, reaching up to her neck in shock.

"Damn, you got a mouth on you!" Yang laughed, pulling Salem up and down on her dick like a yo-yo. "You. Really. Know. How. To. Work. Your. Tongue!"

Salem wasn't working her tongue at all, actually. It was instinctively flailing beneath Yang's shaft, lapping up cum and pussy juice and spit and whatever other liquids were smeared all over her enormous organ. She felt disgusted being violated so filthily in front of everyone. The slightest taste of Yang's member was bitter and cruel, and she loved it—hated it! She hated it! It was so humiliating having to serve another woman's cock, and even more humiliating that it was breaking her body apart. She was certain that it was tearing her throat into pieces, but it didn't matter. She was immortal. Even if her throat was damaged, it would just instantly regenerate so that Yang could continue sliding her dick through it. In essence, that made her a perfect cocksleeve. She never had to breathe. She could just take a facefucking until her body exploded. Hell, Yang could literally fuck her face so hard that her balls broke her jaw like two mighty hammers. It didn't matter. She would just take it, over and over and over again, helpless before Yang's stamina, might, and most importantly, her girth. Salem's breasts bounced up and down with each thrust, shaking like an earthquake was running through her. Her fingers slowly curled around her neck as her power faded. She was powerless. Truly, utterly powerless.

Yang didn't give her a warning before she came. Why would she? What did she look like, a traffic light? Monsters like her didn't give any warnings. Instead, he just buried herself as deep as she could go, shoving her cock so far down Salem's throat that it bulged between her breasts and nearly reached her stomach. Then, she simply came, unleashing torrents of hot, thick cum directly into Salem's belly. Salem immediately felt the pressure inside of her gut. Each spurt of cum was like a cannon pounding directly into her stomach, and she felt the cum, so thick that it was like glue, slowly build up and rise into her chest. Her eyes flicked up and back into her head as it just kept coming and coming, showing no signs of stopping. Yang felt the cum hit its upper limit at her tip, so she began to slowly retract her cock to give it more room to spread out. She pulled it out gently, inch by inch, giving each new spurt of semen a chance to fill in the empty space in Salem's throat. Salem's entire body was violently trembling by the time Yang's dick reached her mouth, and Yang thought it would be good for the witch to get a good, long taste of her seed. She held her cock there as long as she could, coating every corner of Salem's mouth with hot cum, from the roof of her mouth to the underside of her writhing tongue. The taste of Yang's sperm was bursting in Salem's brain. She started to gag, and cum sputtered out her nose, threatening to overflow. Finally, Yang gave a satisfied sigh, pulling out her cock with a plop. Salem rushed to cover her mouth before the cum all came out of her like a waterfall.

Swallow, she thought. Just swallow it down. Don't choke now in front of everyone.

Yang tilted her head to the side, examining Salem struggling to hold back to the tidal wave of cum. She thought she'd give her a helping hand—or fist, in this case, because she decided that it would be really fun to punch Salem in the stomach as hard as she could.

That simple act was all it took for Salem's gag reflex to take over. She hunched forward, and she vomited the cum all over the floor. An avalanche of pure white seed spilled out of her as she wretched, and the ungodly amount of semen went everywhere beneath her knees, ruining the pretty marble floor beneath her. She wasn't sure how many gallons came out of her. All she knew was that when it was finally over, she choked out a deep breath and had to brace herself before she fell onto the floor.

"Aw, what's the matter? Can't hold it back?" Yang teased her. "Damn. I thought sluts like you would be good at swallowing. And look at the mess you made! You really are pathetic, aren't you?"

Salem didn't want to respond to that. How dare that bitch mock her? How dare she degrade her in front of her peers. Most importantly…how dare she insult her dick-sucking skills! All that cum didn't come from poor work, dammit. Wait, no…she meant, boo! Cum bad! Yeah, yeah, that was right. It didn't matter. Yang only shrugged and lightly patted Salem on the back of the head like an obedient puppy.

"Oh, it's okay. You can still make it up to me," Yang cooed. She suddenly tightened her grip, and Salem looked up at her fearfully as the blonde leaned down to mock her. "Just clean up your fucking mess!"

She forcefully slammed Salem down into the pool of cum, grinding her pale face and tits into the hot sperm. Salem cringed as Yang sloshed her around, using her massive breasts to soak up the mess like a big sponge. Salem felt the cum get into her eyelashes and clog up her nose, and of course, its nasty taste remained on her lips as they smeared across the dirty floor. After a solid minute of grinding her against the cum, Yang picked Salem up to view the messy slut in all her glory. Every speck of her from her pretty white hair down to her naval—her eyes, her shoulders, her tits, cleavage, and more—were absolutely coated in cum, so much so that she could barely even open up her black and red eyes to look at her. In the small glimpses, she could manage, there was pure disdain, but also grudging approval. Salem used to be the most powerful woman in the entire world. She ruled over Kingdoms as a literal God. She was the one thing all mortal men feared. But now, she was just a cum-covered, thoroughly degraded slut who was no better than a used rag. All of the women in Remnant could clearly see what she was now. There would be no going back. Her reputation was ruined…and all she could think about was how wonderful Yang's sticky cum felt against her skin.

And how Emerald was staring at her with deep shame.

And how that only made her even wetter.

She didn't exactly have a lot of time to contemplate those feelings. That probably would have been healthy, since her entire world was just turned upside-down and she was going to need a lot of therapy to be happy again. Unfortunately, Yang was one of those people who didn't care about mental health, so she wasn't interested in helping Salem adjust to her new position as a worthless cumslut. In fact, she thought the only adjustment necessary was a good ol' fashioned change of position. Luckily, she had super strength now. It made moving Salem a hell of a lot easier.

Yang reached beneath Salem's legs and hoisted her up into the air. Salem almost screamed as her limbs were moved around but the humiliation kept her mouth shut for a few moments longer. When she finally realized how Yang was manipulated, she looked down at herself in shock. Yang was holding her upright in a full nelson, looping her muscular arms beneath her thighs and forcing her arms and legs up by her head. She was spread eagle, her dripping sex exposed for everyone in the audience to see. However, she soon realized that Yang wasn't actually interested in her pussy, at least not yet. Somehow, her cock was erect once more—or perhaps, it never went down in the first place, even after that impressive load. The massive organ was standing upright and was hovering just beneath its target: Salem's trembling, puckering asshole.

"W-Wait," Salem said nervously. "You're going to go for anal first?"

"Fuck yeah," Yang answered. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to fuck this ass? I'm going to stretch you as far as you can go."

Yang pressed the tip of her slippery cock against Salem's ass, and Salem winced as she immediately felt her hole start to give way. She tried to fight back, just a little bit. Just to maintain the illusion of resistance.

"But…but there's an order to this!" Salem stated. "You start with a blowjob, go to the pussy, and then plow the ass! That's the way this works. It's like a tradition."

"Who gives a shit about tradition?" Yang asked. "I want to fuck your fat ass. I'm going to fuck your fat ass. That's the only thing that matters."

"But I'm not lubricated down there!" Salem said, though she instantly realized how dumb of a counterargument that was.

"Uh, Salem?" Yang said with a grin. "I'm fucking evil. That just makes it hotter. Speaking of hot…" Before Salem could react, Yang spun around on her heels, changing direction so that Salem's dripping, exposed, cum-covered body was perfectly facing the direction of the suspended Emerald up in the rafters. Yang called out to the former servant. "Hey, Em! Take a good, hard look as I fuck the shit out of your boss!"

Salem looked at Emerald.

And Emerald looked at Salem.

And Salem looked at Emerald.

And Emerald looked at Salem.

And then Salem mouthed something. "I'm sorry."

And then Yang rammed her big cock right up Salem's ass, causing the witch to scream in delirious pleasure as she instantly came.

The cock hit her like a lightning bolt. She felt the electricity crack her in half. Yang didn't even pretend to take it slow this time. She just shoved her whole cock through Salem's asshole, pushing through without any resistance and stretching out her insides to meet her length. Yang's huge balls slapped against Salem's pussy, which twitched and squirted as the pleasure overwhelmed her and the biggest orgasm of her life took hold. Once she hit her limit inside Salem's ass, Yang pulled out and thrust right back in, each new thrust like a jackhammer destroying Salem's body. The sounds of super wet, super loud slaps and squishes filled the foyer, mixed with Salem's intense screams and moans.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" screamed Salem.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" screamed Yang. "Holy fucking shit, your ass is tight!"

"Nnnnnyaaah!" Salem groaned. She felt the cock in her stomach, in her heart, fuck, in her brain. There was so much cock inside of her. It was breaking her. Destroying her. She was being absolutely obliterated by Yang's cock inside of her ass. Words? Those were starting to escape her. She felt the endless gazes of the audience upon her, and she only knew she wanted more. She wanted their shameful, judging gazes. She wanted to be humiliated in front of them. Emerald…sweet Emerald…forgive her for being such a slut. She thought they would have been together forever, but now it was clear that Emerald's body wasn't enough for her. In the shadow of Yang's cock, nothing else mattered. She saw Emerald's fear turn to disappointment as her asshole was stretched out to ungodly proportions around Yang's horsey girth. And all the while, the sounds of wet, gurgling slapping filled the air.

Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap.

Yang picked up speed and intensity.

Slapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslap.

Salem's boobs bounced wildly with each thrust. Yang's balls drilled into her pussy, causing her to squirt more and more like an out-of-control sprinkler. Yang hooked two pairs of fingers into Salem's mouth and pulled it open, causing the witch's tongue to flop out and drool over her chin.

Slapapapapapapapapapapapapapapap.

Yang buried her cock as deep inside of Salem as she could go, and Salem braced for the explosion of semen to destroy her very Soul—but it never came. Instead, Yang pulled out of her completely, threw Salem up into the air, flipped her around, caught her in her arms…and furiously jammed her tongue down Salem's throat. Salem's eyes rolled back into her head in pure bliss as Yang's long, snake-like tongue swirled around the back of her throat, dominating her own worthless tongue and severely abusing her mouth. Before Salem could get too comfortable, Yang suddenly threw her to the ground on her shoulders, so that she was upside down with all of her weight on her neck and her ass as straight up in the air. Yang pounced on top of her, and before Sale could get comfortable, Yang shoved her cock back into Salem's gaping asshole, thrusting back inside of her with all of her speed, power, and now gravity to assist her.

"Fuck! God! Holy! Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!"

Yang laughed as Salem descended into nonsense babble. Her orgasm wasn't stopping. Hell, there was a chance it would never stop if Yang kept fucking her like this. She was still squirting with each thrust, only now her juices were landing directly into her gaping mouth, mixing with the semen from earlier that was now dripping through her cleavage and pooling on her neck and chin. Yang laughed at the pathetic sight. She wasn't done yet. Not even close. Salem once deprived her of the best fuck of her life. Her single kiss once sent her into a comatose state of Eternal Hotness. She was going to break down Salem's body, mind, and Soul until there was nothing left but a series of holes meant only to be filled by her huge cock.

"Take it, you fucking bitch!" Yang shouted. Slapslapslapslapslap. "Is it good? Is it fucking good for you, you goddamn slut?"

Salem groaned in unimaginable pain and pleasure. "I…ugh…I can't…I don't…"

"Answer me, fucker!" Yang shouted. While fucking her relentlessly, Yang maneuvered her big toe around Salem's body and shoved it into Salem's gaping mouth, swirling it around to stir up the mixture of cum, juice, and saliva that was coating the inside of Salem's cheeks. She pulled the toe away just long enough for Salem to pathetically sputter something.

"Y….Yes…"

"I can't fucking hear you!" Yang shouted, placing both hands on the back of Salem's thighs and drilling her ass even harder. Salem desperately screamed.

"Yes!"

"Say it again!" Yang shouted. A few tears began to form in the corners of Salem's eyes.

"Yes…yes, it f-feels good!" she admitted painfully.

Yang pulled her cock back to the tip, digging her claws into Salem's thighs to draw blood.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

Salem's eyes met hers, and she whimpered pathetically.

"Fuck…fuck me, please."

Yang jammed her cock in to its hilt, and then primed herself again.

"Say it again!"

"Fuck me, Yang!"

Yang rammed her again. Back into the edge.

"Again!"

Tears started to stream down Salem's face.

"F-Fuck my ass, Yang!"

Yang slapped her hard across the face and pumped her one more time.

"Am I just one of your fucking Whores-men?"

"No, Yang…"

Again. Slap.

"Am I meant to just serve you?"

"No…"

Again. Slap.

"Who's the fucking Queen of the Grimm around here?"

Salem whimpered. "Y-You are…"

Again. Slap.

"Who runs this fucking world?"

"Y-You do…"

Again. Slap.

"What am I, goddammit?"

"You're…you're…"

Yang growled, digging her claws tighter into Salem's flesh.

"Yes? Yes?" Yang asked impatiently.

Salem could barely speak through her shame and tears.

"You are…"

Yang slapped her in the face again.

"What the fuck am I?" Yang growled.

Finally, with her ass completely ruined, her spirit broken, and the whole world watching, Salem's tears flowed freely—and she gave a pathetic, broken smile.

"You're a Bad Bitch."

Yang stared at Salem.

Salem stared right back at her.

And a dark smile crossed Yang's features. "You're goddamn right I am."

So, Yang picked Salem up, threw her back down onto her hands and knees, and then went back to fucking the ever-living shit out of her ass.

"Yes!" Salem screamed in pure madness. "Fuck me! Ruin me! You're a Bad Bitch! Take what's yours!"

"Fuck yeah!" Yang cheered, grabbing a fistful of Salem's hair and pulling back sharply. "I'm the Bad Bitch here! I'm a fucking God of sex!"

"Yes, you are!" Salem cried as her tears and smile grew more intense. "My body is yours to destroy! I want you to break me! Break me and make me yours forever!"

"That's the fucking spirit!" Yang said, spanking Salem's ass as she wildly pumped her worthless hole. "You're mine now, you useless slut!"

"I am a useless slut!" Salem declared. "I'm a stupid, useless, pathetic chunk of flesh that exists only for you to fuck, my Bad Bitch Goddess!"

Yang pulled on Salem's hair even harder, bending her neck back to a dangerous degree. She gave the bitch a slap in the face for good measure, and she saw the pleasure streak across her face with the marks of red from her handprint.

"Tell them. Tell them all I'm the best fuck you've ever had!" Yang stated, pointing to the audience. Salem gladly followed her master's orders.

"Yang is the best fuck I've ever had!" Salem shouted as loud as she could. "Her cock is my God! I want my entire body to be filled with her hot, fat cock!"

"Is Emerald as good of a fuck as I am?"

There should have been some resistance, some part of her that held those words back. But with her body absolutely ruined by Yang's dick, the answer came out freely.

"No!" Salem decreed. "Emerald has nothing on your cock, my Goddess! Your cock is greater than anything in the world!"

Salem didn't see Emerald's reaction, if there even was one. She didn't give a shit anymore. The only thing she cared about was receiving cock, cock, cock, cockcockcockcockcock!

Yang saw Emerald's reaction, though. She saw a brief flash of anger in her eyes, but she didn't really give a fuck. Salem's ass felt so unbelievably good that nothing could possibly ruin it. In fact, she thought, why not let Emerald in on the fun. Sure, she may have been jealous, but that could easily be fixed once she learned what she was missing! Yang snapped her fingers, and Emerald suddenly screamed as the tentacles holding her upright began to quickly carry her down to ground level. She received incredible whiplash and vertigo, like falling down a super high roller-coaster. When she snapped to a stop, she realized where she was. Yang brought her right down to eye-level, laying Emerald flat on her back in the air, holding arms above her head, spreading her legs, and giving her a perfect glance of her exposed pussy. It all happened so fast. She wasn't even sure if Salem noticed. She certainly didn't have time to shout anything or struggle or fight back. There was nothing she could do to stop Yang from using the tentacles to pull her forward, and then bury her face into Emerald's crotch, shoving her demonic tongue deep into Emerald's pussy.

Emerald reared her head back and couldn't stop herself from screaming out in pleasure. Yang's tongue was like a cyclone or a tornado, thrashing about in her inner walls and delivering unbelievable pleasure to her synapses. It felt like a hot wall of lava burning deep inside of her, stimulating her body more than she ever thought possible. Her breaths were heavy, and her breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to keep her knees from shaking. Every inch of her pussy from her vulva to her cervix exploded, battered furiously by Yang's snake-like tongue. Yang grinned into her pussy, lapping up Emerald as she continued to plow Salem senselessly. The Grimm Queen didn't care anymore that Yang was cucking her and stealing her loyal servant out from under her. Yang could keep Emerald for all she cared. She deserved her. Salem was, after all, a stupid little whore undeserving of anything but a monstrous cock in the ass. Based on Emerald's screams of intense joy, she guessed she felt the same. Or maybe those screams were of surprise, given that Yang's tongue had suddenly pushed past her cervix and was now furiously doing laps around the inside of her womb.

Emerald couldn't last much longer after that. Her insane cunnilingus experience was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The sheer sensation of having her womb violated, having her cervix stretched, having the bases of her fallopian tubes lapped up like lollipops—it was all too much to bear. She violently came, squirting all over Yang's face, and the demonic woman sucked up all the juices she could before casually discarding Emerald on the floor in a broken heap. The bitch had been ruined and fucked, and had outlived her usefulness, so why the fuck wouldn't she be discarded? Yang enjoyed her taste, but she only assaulted Emerald to prove that she could after all. The real prize was still directly in front of her, getting her ass brutally pounded into next week.

And Yang was slowly starting to reach her limit.

"Mmmhmm," Yang moaned, licking Emerald's squirt off her lips. "You're going to make me cum, you little slut. Aren't you fucking lucky?"

Salem's dark eyes lit up with excitement. "Please…please fill my ass, Yang! Fill my slutty little ass to its fucking brim!"

Yang released Salem's hair and grabbed onto both of her wrists, pulling them back as far as they would go to sink Salem further onto her cock.

"You want my cum? You want the cum of your Bad Bitch?"

"Yes! Yes!" Salem begged. "I want it in my ass! I want it in my pussy! I want to bathe in your Bad Bitch cum and let it soak into my skin! I want your cum to flood into every single centimeter of my being!"

"That's what I—"

"I want cum for my blood!" Salem suddenly continued. "I want an intravenous dosage of pure, hot, sticky, fucking cum! I want my very metaphysical essence annihilated by your dirty spunk!"

Yang shrugged. "I guess that's—"

"Drown me! Drown me in cum!" Salem cried in pure ecstasy. "Bake me a cum-filled cake! Make me a three-course meal where cum is the appetizer, entrée and dessert! Rewrite every recipe in the world so that your cum is the central ingredient—"

"Holy fuck!"

Yang couldn't withstand the pleasure of Salem's asshole anymore. She buried herself into Salem's ass as far as she could go, and then she unleashed everything her balls had stored up. Salem's face contorted into a wide stupefied grin as massive ropes of hot cum pumped straight into her ass. Yang felt her balls contracting and spasming as she flooded Salem's anal cavity with every drop of cum her demonic dick could muster. Salem's body spasmed as well, and soon, the huge cumdumps Yang was dropping were unable to be contained within her feeble shell. Huge spurts of cum flew out of her gaping, spasming asshole, splashing Yang in her oversized tits and spilling into the ever-growing pile of sperm on the floor. Salem's orgasm reached its pure climax, and she could no longer stand on her hands and knees, falling with a splat into the cum pile. Yang's cock slinked out of Salem's gaping hole, but she kept cumming, painting Salem's back with huge gallons of her cum. It was immensely satisfying seeing the sight in front of her: a dazed, battered, and mentally wasted Salem, no longer interested in world domination or revenge, but reduced to a pitiful slut only capable of writhing in a big pile of her own seed. She had totally, utterly conquered her, and her stupid little pet Emerald Sustrai. And the best part?

She hadn't even fucked her pussy yet.

"Whoo," Yang sighed, stroking her cock to squeeze out the last few drops of cum. "That was definitely something, wasn't it, you little cunt?"

Salem didn't say a word. English wasn't exactly her strong suit now anyway.

"Say, you aren't wiped out yet, are you?" Yang asked mockingly. She leaned forward and took a big handful of Salem's ass, pulling it apart to expose her tight, super wet slit. "I mean, you still have a whole hole left for me to fuck."

A brief sparkle of life returned to Salem's eyes, though her body was too burnt out for her to do anything but lay in the burning pile of demon jizz.

"I think your pussy needs a good thrashing, too," Yang noted. "Maybe I could knock you up and turn you and your little bitch friend into happy breeding sow? Wouldn't that be the perfect fate for a guzzling whore like you?"

It would be the perfect fate. It was everything Salem ever wanted. All of her life, she had been trying to find out what to do with her immortality. She sought revenge, power, conquest, destruction—everything and more that could appease her wishes. However, the truth was that she had been denying her true self for a long, long time. What made her the happiest, what appeased the deepest part of her very Soul, was to be exactly where she was now: dominated, abused, and used. She was a submissive through and through, and she didn't need to be the ruler of Remnant to be happy. She would be perfectly content with a chain around her neck, licking Yang's cock and serving every one of her Bad Bitch master's darkest desires. It was what she deserved. If she had to get knocked up once or twice, or even five hundred times over the course of her immortal life, so be it. Lying face first in a pile of cum, her asshole stretched beyond normal human limits, her partner in crime being disposed of like human garbage, Salem realized that she was finally, truly satisfied. She almost didn't need to get her pussy destroyed. Almost. She still wanted it. She wanted that cum in her womb. She wanted it everywhere.

Yang knelt down behind her, and as her cock slowly came back to life, she pressed it against Salem's moist entrance. The former Grimm Queen sighed.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

"Sheet!"

And then she heard a voice echoing down the hall.

"Sheet!"

Yang stopped moving right before her cock entered Salem's pussy. She looked up and around in confusion.

"Uh, what was that?" She scanned the audience. "Who the fuck said that? This is my moment, guys."

No one said anything. Cowards…unless they didn't say anything. But that didn't make any sense. Pretty much everyone in the mansion was in this one room. She looked up at the Goddess of Lust, who had gleefully watched Yang's utter destruction of Salem's ass in silence.

"Hey, don't look at me," the red being stated. "I didn't say that."

The voice rang out again, growing louder. "Sheet! Sheet! Sheet!"

Yang looked around again. "Okay, seriously guys, where the fuck is that coming from?"

It grew louder. "Sheet!"

Louder. "Sheet!"

Louder still. "Sheet…Man!"

And then, all at once, he appeared at the top of the steps. Yang didn't exactly know who he was outside of a faint memory, but there he was. A man. In a sheet. Standing at the top of the stairs. She thought he may have had an erection. Honestly, she didn't even know there were men in this house.

"Sheet Man!" he declared proudly, doing a little dance on top of the steps. Despite not being able to see out of the sheet, he somehow perfectly managed to run down the steps, descending while still shouting the words, "Sheet Man," and doing his little dance. He jumped over Emerald's prone body, ran around in a little circle, and then came to a halt directly in front of Yang and Salem, doing his little dance as his bare feet splashed in the cum pile.

Yang looked at the Sheet Man.

Salem looked at the Sheet Man.

Every fucking person in the world looked at the Sheet Man. Who was this fucker interrupting their sex show? What was this man doing in the middle of this lesbian party? Why the hell was he still breathing and not getting the ever-living shit kicked out of him? Yang was about to do that. She didn't like random distractions, especially when it prevented her from pounding pussy. She sneered and her hand closed into a fist. She was two seconds away from knocking this fucking sheet's head clean off his shoulders. However, before she could attack the strange figure, she heard another voice calling out and more footsteps racing down the stairs.

"Ren! There you are!"

Much to everyone's surprise, Nora Valkyrie came sprinting down the steps and threw herself around the Sheet Man, giving him a big, relieved hug.

"Man, I've been looking everywhere for you!" she stated, hopping up and down so that her naked body flopped in the open air. "I told you not to run off when you're all drugged up."

"Sheet Man," said Ren, who had been revealed as the identity of the man beneath the sheet. A memory flashed in Yang's mind. That was right; Ren had to be hidden under a sheet so he wouldn't get kicked out of the all-woman orgy, and then he, Nora, Coco and Velvet all took a bunch of drugs together, causing him to vividly hallucinate. That was a long time ago, so far before most of the important events of the evening that she wouldn't blame anyone for forgetting it completely. But she remembered, and now Nora and Ren were back, the former having at least gone sober in the several hours since Yang had last seen her. Unfortunately, she was now invading her personal space, so Yang not-so-politely cleared her throat and growled to draw her attention.

"Hey, bitch. What the fuck?" she said coldly. Nora glanced at her, and her face lit up with joy.

"Oh, Yang! It's you!" she said cheerfully, clearly not bothered by anything. "Wow, you look different. Nice horse cock. You know, Coco and I were just—"

"Shut up," Yang hissed. "Do you really think you can just re-insert yourself into this shit and act like nothing happened? I'm a fucking God now, Nora. I don't take interruptions kindly."

"Oh, super sorry," Nora said innocently. She patted Ren's sheeted head. "Ren tends to wander when he has things up his ass and takes drugs…and yeah, we should probably tone that down a little. Right, Ren?"

"Sheet Man!"

"Exactly," Nora smiled. "Anyway, we'll get out of your hair—"

Nora grabbed Ren and turned to leave, but before she could take a single step, a huge wall of black tentacles suddenly materialized around her. Nora looked left and right, but the tentacles threatened to cut her off at any path.

"Yeah…no," Yang said bluntly. Nora and Ren looked at her fearfully—or at least, Nora did. She just assumed Ren did, too. "Here's what's up. I'm going to fuck the Souls out of you. I'm going to make you both wish you were never born. I am the most powerful being in the entire world, and you think you are amusing with your dumb little random antics? Fuck no. You two are going to learn long and hard that the new Yang Xiao Long ain't nothing to fuck with. Like I said…" A dark smile crossed her face. "I don't like interruptions."

Nora glanced nervously at Ren, but she didn't seem particularly nervous.

"So…" Nora said passively. "You really wouldn't like it if the ceiling collapsed?"

Yang's smile became confused. "Uh…yes? That would be an interruption."

"Okay. Good to know."

"Why are you asking?"

Nora casually pointed to the ceiling. "Because the ceiling is collapsing."

And suddenly, everyone's attention was drawn up to the sky, where massive cracks had formed in its foundation and where, within mere moments of Nora mentioning it, the ceiling broke into pieces, causing an avalanche of Ruby Roses to fall down right over Yang's head.